<?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-12682338</id><updated>2011-12-01T05:21:57.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk from Jamie</title><subtitle type='html'>A whole lot about nothing really. You'll get bored I'm sure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-3001006882427026979</id><published>2009-04-11T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:24:43.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I've been going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; a rough time. I've really had to concentrate on my faith to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; it. One of the things I've felt that God has been saying to me, is that there is not anything bigger than him. That HE can and will do ANYTHING..he is all powerful, all knowing, and everything that happens is for his good. I've also been shown some instances of power of prayer and faith.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a rough night and this morning, I came to work and checked the local news site and came across this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wzzm13.com/news/news_story.aspx?storyid=107884&amp;amp;catid=14"&gt;http://www.wzzm13.com/news/news_story.aspx?storyid=107884&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;catid&lt;/span&gt;=14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting...isn't it? God is wonderful. It also reminds me that when you listen and hear God's voice the difference it can make, sometimes to just one person, and other times hundreds. I hope that you read that and felt inspired and your faith renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice - celebrate Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-3001006882427026979?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/3001006882427026979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=3001006882427026979&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3001006882427026979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3001006882427026979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-1196563570351666961</id><published>2009-02-20T00:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:54:25.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sack Lunches</title><content type='html'>This is touching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat.It was going to be a long flight. I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap, I thought. Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. 'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. "Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we 20 reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time. As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. "No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base." His friend agreed. I looked around at the other soldiers.None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. "'Take a lunch to all those soldiers." She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me." My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were sea ted.She stopped at my seat and asked, "Which do you like best - beef or chicken?" "Chicken" I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. "This is your thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. "I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this." He handed me twenty-five dollars. Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane.When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, "I want to shake your hand." Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, "I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch.It was an act of kindness I never forgot."&lt;br /&gt;I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine.He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm. When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. "It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. "God Bless You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country.I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little... A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to "The United States of America" for an amount of "up to and including my life." That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you soldiers, wifes, children, familes and friends of soldiers! I hope that we all can take the time to show veterens how much what they do for us means!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-1196563570351666961?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/1196563570351666961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=1196563570351666961&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1196563570351666961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1196563570351666961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2009/02/sack-lunches.html' title='Sack Lunches'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-9110058899957793911</id><published>2009-02-18T23:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:08:49.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Computer?</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a new laptop, but I'm not sure it's all that I wanted it to be. I have 15 day before I'm stuck with it. I'm not sure if it's Vista or the computer I'm unhappy with. It's a Gateway laptop and it's just...well, I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, still no word on the strike at work. It kinda sounds like they aren't going to come to a resolution. Meanwhile, everyday I'm on pins and needles. It really sucks. All I can do is pray that it everything works out quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somepeople didn't know that John is officially my boyfriend. Don't ask questions, just accept what is :) The word 'boyfriend' is still pretty hard for me to swallow. He makes me laugh and helps me with the things around the house, it's nice having someone around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-9110058899957793911?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/9110058899957793911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=9110058899957793911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/9110058899957793911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/9110058899957793911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-computer.html' title='New Computer?'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-6443337057047476321</id><published>2009-01-31T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:06:30.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UH - blonde days.</title><content type='html'>Hello blogger world. As you know I've been a busy girl. Work is still slow, but having to work a lot of hours, plus I'm STILL working on my damn house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say I've been tired. A few weeks ago - I again, wore two different shoes to work. Yesterday, I was looking at a form on my computer, and I said, 'I don't want this one, it's in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;.' It wasn't, it was in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the best one. last night, I went to get my nails done. When I walked in, I noticed a little pink blanket on one of the chairs. The people were talking about 'Lily' and we talking about her being 9 weeks old and how much she eats and sleeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the night. The workers of the store were very attentive. Later, I said, Man, that is the quietest baby I've ever heard. The lady looked up in surprise, because we were the only people, other than Lily and her daughter, that were in the store. She said, 'what baby?' I said the baby in the chair. She started to laugh and said...that's our puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Icheewawa&lt;/span&gt;...i need a vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-6443337057047476321?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/6443337057047476321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=6443337057047476321&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6443337057047476321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6443337057047476321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2009/01/uh-blonde-days.html' title='UH - blonde days.'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-5555049369530780909</id><published>2009-01-13T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:12:18.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did I want to buy a house again?</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all of you who showed up to help me paint. I really couldn't have done it without you. I spent the rest of the week second coating and doing other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a house isn't nearly as much fun as I thought it would be. I'm glad John is around, he's done alot of the nasty work for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures as soon as I get a computer again. Gotta buy new couches and a big screen first. Then hopefully I'll have a house warming party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm boring. If I was nicer, I'd tell you about....well..nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-5555049369530780909?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/5555049369530780909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=5555049369530780909&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/5555049369530780909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/5555049369530780909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-did-i-want-to-buy-house-again.html' title='Why did I want to buy a house again?'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-2231570482806165260</id><published>2008-12-28T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:09:33.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Party</title><content type='html'>I know, you saw that I updated and I know you were hoping to hear our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chitlins&lt;/span&gt; rushing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the 12 days of Christmas. Sorry, but I have needs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have a painting party (lame I know, but I really need the help) on Sunday January 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, at lets say 2 at my house. I'm hoping to have the kitchen already done, and will just need the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;livingroom&lt;/span&gt;, bathroom and bedrooms done. My house is small and with a few extra hands, it can be done in just a few hours, instead of me having to do it alone. It would take me probably a week to get it all done alone. If you are interested or if your not but willing to help anyway, I would be most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appreciative&lt;/span&gt;. I will provide food and drinks. Please just let me know if you are able to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the ONLY way you will EVER hear the Christmas eve video is to help me paint :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-2231570482806165260?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/2231570482806165260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=2231570482806165260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/2231570482806165260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/2231570482806165260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/12/painting-party.html' title='Painting Party'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-1864322531709490679</id><published>2008-12-24T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:56:52.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season to be...</title><content type='html'>Annoyed? Tired? Overworked? Oh, right....tis the season to be jolly...fa la la la la la la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little bah humbug this year. I had a hard time shopping for people. It wasn't that I don't love you, or want to get you something nice that you could use, it was just that my heart wasn't it in. Sigh. It must be all the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to seeing the kids tonight. Their sweet little faces glowing with excitement and all the crap I know we will make them do before we let them open presents. That's my favorite part of Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-1864322531709490679?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/1864322531709490679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=1864322531709490679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1864322531709490679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1864322531709490679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-to-be.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season to be...'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-1509144583592537668</id><published>2008-12-12T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:48:11.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You wouldn't BELIVE it!</title><content type='html'>I woke up today with a smile. Today, I'm going to be a home owner. I wake up an unmarried woman living with her parents, and I'll go to bed owning my own home. The rest is just logistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rings and it is my real estate lady and she tells me the closing got bumped up to 230. So I had all day to prepare, to get excited, and to pinch myself that it really going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rings again at 145. It's the bank. They need some more information about a cash deposit I made. That required quick thinking and fast driving to produce some documents about where the funds came from. Then we sit and wait, and wait, and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at 4 I need to go to work. On my way to work, I was sadly hanging up my hat for the day knowing that I wasn't going to get my house. I felt like charlie brown waa waa waa waaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Santa Baby starts playing (that's my ring tone), and it is the banker, my heart fills with joy thinking oh yes! This is the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls to tell me that we aren't going to be able to close today. Then as she was pulling up her email to send the closer an email, she got an email in her inbox that says we are all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whipped Petey around and drove fast to Remax, and there I signed the papers to my new little house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-1509144583592537668?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/1509144583592537668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=1509144583592537668&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1509144583592537668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1509144583592537668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-wouldnt-belive-it.html' title='You wouldn&apos;t BELIVE it!'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-8490591752809397719</id><published>2008-12-08T22:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:37:37.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost...</title><content type='html'>Friday is the day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time picking out colors for my kitchen. It's driving me MAD! Who knew it would be so hard?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to need to find the time to paint and get moved. I'm going to also need the help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have any ideas...Holla....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-8490591752809397719?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/8490591752809397719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=8490591752809397719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/8490591752809397719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/8490591752809397719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost.html' title='Almost...'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-5197380840497196016</id><published>2008-11-24T12:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:29:35.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cbgreatlakes.com/Property/MI/49441/Muskegon/2575_Morton_Ave"&gt;http://www.cbgreatlakes.com/Property/MI/49441/Muskegon/2575_Morton_Ave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ONLY site it's still on. I'm hoping to add my own pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-5197380840497196016?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/5197380840497196016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=5197380840497196016&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/5197380840497196016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/5197380840497196016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-512082322397928692</id><published>2008-11-21T12:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:08:50.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>What a bunch of updates do I have for you folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is doing well. Still groggy and she's hurting some. The surgery went great though. She'll be in Mercy for a few more days to a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, Holly's boyfriend was the one involved in the rollover accident in Montague. He has lost both of his legs, and is paralyzed from the chest down. Holly is really a mess about the whole thing. She isn't eating or sleeping much. Please remember to pray for her too. I've really seen the power of prayer with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brenen&lt;/span&gt;. At first, they weren't even sure if he was going to make it. He has come a long ways since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;electric&lt;/span&gt; and gas got turned on today at my house. The appraisal is next week and then on to inspections. I will keep you informed with information as I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile - I'm working crazy mad hours at work, so don't be sad if you don't hear from me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-512082322397928692?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/512082322397928692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=512082322397928692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/512082322397928692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/512082322397928692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-3266831596737149357</id><published>2008-11-12T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:57:49.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>I know, you must seriously be tired of reading my house woes, but the saga continues. So, the peoples offer who was accepted, backed out. I told my realator that if she let me down this time, I was going to cry. This sounds like the real deal. I'm just waiting for the signed purchase agreement from the bank to proceed. I talked to the bank to go and we are just waiting for them, most everything else is in order. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not packing any boxes yet, but I could be in my own house by Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-3266831596737149357?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/3266831596737149357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=3266831596737149357&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3266831596737149357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3266831596737149357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-7182669904548622414</id><published>2008-11-05T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:35:16.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got to be kiddin me!?!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Realtor&lt;/span&gt; called with great news. My favorite house was going to be mine. I put a bid on it back in August and there was a lot of confusion, the couple was getting divorced, there was a short sale..blah blah blah. The bank finally looked at the offers and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Realtor&lt;/span&gt; called, and said they accepted my offer. I got goosebumps from my head to my toes, and was so excited I could barley dial the phone to call Mom. Last night we went and celebrated at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Applebees&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while at my eye doctor appointment (I'm wearing contacts again woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;) my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Realtor&lt;/span&gt; called back and said that she was wrong, it wasn't my offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken doesn't even begin to explain how I'm feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-7182669904548622414?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/7182669904548622414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=7182669904548622414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/7182669904548622414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/7182669904548622414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/11/youve-got-to-be-kiddin-me.html' title='You&apos;ve got to be kiddin me!?!!'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-6456596740011870277</id><published>2008-10-29T20:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:15:41.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when you are stressed out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/SQj8CRxkx5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9C5wRWo4qWQ/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No surprise, I've had some stress in my life. The other day, I was in a hurry to get to work, and just slipped my feet inside my work shoes....well except...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262733280643696530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/SQj8CRxkx5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9C5wRWo4qWQ/s320/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes..that's right, one BLACK dress shoe and one white tennis shoe. I kept seeing a glimpse of white out of the corner of my eye...too bad I didn't realize it before I went in and got coffee or went into the store with my coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this might have been one of the challenges to get in the stunt man club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-6456596740011870277?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/6456596740011870277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=6456596740011870277&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6456596740011870277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6456596740011870277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happens-when-you-are-stressed-out.html' title='What happens when you are stressed out....'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/SQj8CRxkx5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9C5wRWo4qWQ/s72-c/Picture+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-4559769695556730781</id><published>2008-10-22T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:31:07.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared</title><content type='html'>House 6 - let's see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-4559769695556730781?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/4559769695556730781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=4559769695556730781&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4559769695556730781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4559769695556730781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-4265423154528337271</id><published>2008-10-09T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:20:13.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder</title><content type='html'>The economy sucks. A lot of my income is based on my sales. Last month was HORRIBLE. This month wasn't starting out so good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I said a prayer on my way to work. I said, God, let it rain sales. That day, I got 3 sales and then a business came in and they are getting 15 lines. That deal should close in the next few days. 15 lines is half of what I need to get this month for new sales, and God gave me half in one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reminded that sometimes when we ask God for something, he exceeds our expectations. He LOVES to 'let it rain' for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-4265423154528337271?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/4265423154528337271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=4265423154528337271&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4265423154528337271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4265423154528337271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/10/reminder.html' title='A reminder'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-1776278655772298625</id><published>2008-10-05T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:44:33.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the blog about nothing</title><content type='html'>I got my computer fixed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. For those of you who didn't know, somehow my operating system got deleted or something on my computer so I had to get it fixed. It's fixed, and I got a new wireless router so I'm back in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can update my blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;..I can't think of anything entertaining to write about. I don't have the politically punch as bunny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt; does, nor the writing styles of Big plain V, not even the interesting pics and videos of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;veeflower&lt;/span&gt;. I really have no idea why peeps read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I help an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;insomniac&lt;/span&gt; or two get some sleep. Or maybe, just maybe someone stops by who was depressed thinking about how their blog sucks and they feel better after reading mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just suffering from blog envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you want to know how you can help. Well, I've figured out a good way. Stop making your blogs good. If you don't write about anything that anyone else likes, then I'll feel better about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it will be a perfect blogworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advance for your full cooperation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-1776278655772298625?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/1776278655772298625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=1776278655772298625&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1776278655772298625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1776278655772298625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-about-nothing.html' title='the blog about nothing'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-3083633869729712100</id><published>2008-09-22T23:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:52:09.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..I bet you're really getting tired of this. But guess what? I FOUND A HOUSE! I'm getting closer. They accepted my offer, HOWEVER, there seems to be something kinda fishy about the deal so my r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ealtor&lt;/span&gt; is going to look into a bit further before we proceed. The r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ealtor&lt;/span&gt; selling wants me to pay for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appraisal&lt;/span&gt; within 7 days of the signed agreement of the offer. The house is what is considered a 'short sale' which means that the sellers are losing their house and the bank is willing to cut it lose for a portion of what they owe on it.&lt;br /&gt;This house has been bought and sold about 6 times in the past 10 years. I heart it. It has everything that I want. It is in pretty good shape, but does need some work. The carpet is nasty. It has cedar closets in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every room&lt;/span&gt;, some neat built ins and salmon tile in the bathroom (that I want to take out, but my Dad says no), and is large enough for me to hostess family parties. The other weird thing about the deal is the company selling it. Marshall Redder. I think everyone has heard of him. He's basically the bad used car salesman of the house industry. I'm afraid I may have lost this one too. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, not so nice news. Tomorrow is my Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lindas&lt;/span&gt; funeral. I'm very sad that she's gone, but am glad she doesn't have to be miserable like she was in the past few years. There is a very sad story about her initial visit to the ER that makes me very mad. They didn't treat her properly because of her mental illness. I ask that you pray for my family and that something positive can happen out of it. I hope that we can bring awareness to the treatment of mentally ill patients in an emergency situation. If you'd like to honor her, donations for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Noahs&lt;/span&gt; Project and another place in Fremont are being accepted in her name. Also, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bosco&lt;/span&gt; baby needs a new home if you know anyone looking for a sweet dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-3083633869729712100?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/3083633869729712100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=3083633869729712100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3083633869729712100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3083633869729712100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/09/house-crap.html' title='House crap'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-3339192231331276845</id><published>2008-09-10T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:11:01.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Horrors and a Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>I have found a house! In fact, I've found 4 of them. AND I've been going to put bids on all of them..EXCEPT..EVERY SINGLE ONE IS GONE! The first one, GONE, there was another bid submitted around the same time for the same price and a larger down payment. The one with the pretty kitchen, another offer accepted before I could even write mine, the 3 bedroom with almost an acre, and offer cam in minutes after I looked at it, and then the one across the street from Mom..GONE today, before I could write the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to getd discouraged. I realize that God has a house already picked out for me, but geez man, a person can only take so much house rejection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I've looked at (not just driven by) actually walked thru 30 houses at least by now. Tomorrow I'll add probably close to 5 more. Sigh. Is it ever going to end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was looking thru some old pictures. There are some really great ones. Like Ray in a Winger t-shirt...ha ha nerd, and Laura with her puffed out 80's hair. I found a letter I wrote to Mom that just KILLED me. I thought I should share it with you and see if it sounds familar. I am keeping the spelling as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, (that is crossed off, and VIOLET is written above it)&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know what it's like to be me. I'm a senite person who is very easyly hurt, the only people I have cared about deeply act like they don't want me around. Just forget about my party. I would like to be free to try things out for myself. And no, This is not a pity note. You embaressed me in front of someone who I happen to like very much!&lt;br /&gt;Also YOU can call the peoples parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Unsincerly,&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;What is this house a PRISON!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-3339192231331276845?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/3339192231331276845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=3339192231331276845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3339192231331276845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3339192231331276845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/09/house-horrors-and-blast-from-past.html' title='House Horrors and a Blast from the Past'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-4228357488339972631</id><published>2008-08-30T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:37:27.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it goes...</title><content type='html'>Well, house hunting has been a chore. As most of you know, I found a house I just adored. However, the couple that moved out of it are getting a divorce and there is a battle about the house. Therefore, my offer sits at the bank until it gets cleared up. So I'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just moved back in to Mom's house and it's been an interesting journey. Abby and Smoochy (our beloved kitties) haven't quite gotten used to each other. As Emily said, Abby hisses her guts out at Smoochy. Smoochy however, has temper tantrums that include beating you with her little bitty paws. Hopefully, things get settled soon. About the time they do, I'll find a house and Abby will be upset all over again. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick side note, Tammy is closing her coffee shop. Aww...I will miss my frozen $5 Mocha thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm old and tired, so I'm going to bed. Last night Abby kept walking on my head, so I didn't get much sleep. It might not be long before Abby is house hunting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-4228357488339972631?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/4228357488339972631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=4228357488339972631&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4228357488339972631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4228357488339972631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And so it goes...'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-3280335551476732333</id><published>2008-06-26T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:45:53.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>Ok SERIOUSLY family -&lt;br /&gt;if we are going camping we need to make reservations NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still interested, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-3280335551476732333?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/3280335551476732333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=3280335551476732333&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3280335551476732333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3280335551476732333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/06/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-333368188634328923</id><published>2008-06-01T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:55:21.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that are innocent..but don't look like it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/SENdOmvFp7I/AAAAAAAAACU/6p3FO6658iA/s1600-h/may31+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207108099668027314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/SENdOmvFp7I/AAAAAAAAACU/6p3FO6658iA/s320/may31+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A cheek...see the eyeball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/SENdO2vFp8I/AAAAAAAAACc/jbjUBUcTKH4/s1600-h/may31+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207108103962994626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/SENdO2vFp8I/AAAAAAAAACc/jbjUBUcTKH4/s320/may31+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom was getting ready to stick her tongue out and barb just turned he head..and the click of the camera makes it look like..well..ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/SENdPGvFp9I/AAAAAAAAACk/I-7xmrJJmoA/s1600-h/may31+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207108108257961938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/SENdPGvFp9I/AAAAAAAAACk/I-7xmrJJmoA/s320/may31+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please notice the drool...that's all I gotta say.&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/12682338-333368188634328923?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/333368188634328923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=333368188634328923&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/333368188634328923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/333368188634328923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-that-are-innocentbut-dont-look.html' title='Things that are innocent..but don&apos;t look like it...'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/SENdOmvFp7I/AAAAAAAAACU/6p3FO6658iA/s72-c/may31+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-6300014730288895333</id><published>2008-05-26T18:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:31:03.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>I wanted to say thank you to everyone who made my birthday so special. It really made me feel good that some people took time out to spend with me and to celebrate my special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say, it is sorta sad that our family seems to be drifting apart. It was very sad and disappointing that alot of family members didn't show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura, you're party was amazing. I felt bad that it wasn't more attended. I feel like I must have offended some people to not have them come. It was a very speical gesture, and I'm sorry that more people didn't get to see the wonderful spread you put on. You are a great hostess, thank you. I love you very much. Again, though. I was glad it was just the few of us. It was nice to get to visit and not have too many distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I know it was hard to pull the party at your house together. I thank you though. It was a good time, and like always, you made things fun. I'm glad Michelle and Chris were there too. Chris always makes things funnier, and is a good sport, and thanks for being on hand to be my DD.  The Veens rocked too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for everyone who made the time to spend with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-6300014730288895333?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/6300014730288895333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=6300014730288895333&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6300014730288895333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6300014730288895333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-5088018883843943131</id><published>2008-04-20T20:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:37:57.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is the research I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michigandnr.com/parksandtrails/Details.aspx?id=457&amp;amp;type=SPRK"&gt;http://www.michigandnr.com/parksandtrails/Details.aspx?id=457&amp;amp;type=SPRK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the PJ Hoffmaster state park. It seems to have some cool things that we could do. There are trails and an observation deck. For tent sites I think it said $26 per night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michigandnr.com/parksandtrails/Details.aspx?id=475&amp;amp;type=SPRK"&gt;http://www.michigandnr.com/parksandtrails/Details.aspx?id=475&amp;amp;type=SPRK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Muskegon State Park. The price is about the same, and also has trails, and such. One benefit, it's close to the channel (north muskegon side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is our old standby - Pioneer Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://co.muskegon.mi.us/parks/pioneer.htm"&gt;http://co.muskegon.mi.us/parks/pioneer.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad thing about this, is there is no reservations. We'd have to take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did check out a few other sites, however, they are a lot more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are other sites that were not listed on the website.  I'm voting for Hoffmaster. We can make reservations, it's close enough to be able for those who may need to work, they have a lot of places the kids could explore, and it's on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now accepting feedback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-5088018883843943131?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/5088018883843943131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=5088018883843943131&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/5088018883843943131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/5088018883843943131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-is-research-ive-done.html' title=''/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-1201692277133859608</id><published>2008-04-17T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:40:34.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The new stuff..blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>Here is what's new with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our store is closing on Sundayish and I should be starting at the other store shortly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new car. I got a PT Cruiser. I will be having a name that Crusier contest as soon as I can find my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, because of the cost of gas, Bunny Jo thought it might be better to camp locally, so we will be hopefully selecting a date as well as a place this weekend and hope as many of you can go as possible. One other benefit to locally would be if anyone was unable to get time off work, they could still come and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to go to Paradise Michigan at some point. Any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-1201692277133859608?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/1201692277133859608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=1201692277133859608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1201692277133859608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1201692277133859608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-stuffblah-blah-blah.html' title='The new stuff..blah blah blah'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-455408285371484836</id><published>2008-04-07T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:26:59.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Camping Trips?</title><content type='html'>Some of my favorite memories being a kid was going up to Pentwater and camping, or going out to Pioneer park. I'd really like everyone to think about getting together this summer for a long weekend to take a little trip. Here is what I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exploringthenorth.com/tahqua/tahqua.html"&gt;http://www.exploringthenorth.com/tahqua/tahqua.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. I've been there and didn't get to spend much time up there, and Mom has never been across the bridge. I also think it'd be great to take our spoiled children away from technology for a few days and let them sit around a campfire and hear us tell stories of our younger days and to learn songs played by Unky Ray and Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'd love to show pics of the wedding, but I don't have any to share. It was the bomb and it was blessed from begining to end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-455408285371484836?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/455408285371484836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=455408285371484836&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/455408285371484836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/455408285371484836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-camping-trips.html' title='Family Camping Trips?'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-4722080604356680519</id><published>2008-03-31T21:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:14:54.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Weird</title><content type='html'>I got a letter in the mail today from my old roommates son. It didn't say much, just that he and his sister missed me and couldn't wait to see me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also sent me 2 pictures of himself and one of a kitty. I think that one was for Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-4722080604356680519?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/4722080604356680519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=4722080604356680519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4722080604356680519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4722080604356680519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-weird.html' title='Something Weird'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-4022844797288158741</id><published>2008-03-24T21:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:26:28.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news sorta</title><content type='html'>I got some good news sorta. It looks like I'll be keeping my job :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, VAN AND IRENE ARE COMING TO THE WEDDING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-4022844797288158741?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/4022844797288158741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=4022844797288158741&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4022844797288158741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4022844797288158741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-news-sorta.html' title='Good news sorta'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-4968225672509370054</id><published>2008-03-23T10:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:13:15.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter ya'll! I hope that you remember the reason we celebrate Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Father who has the power to raise his son from the dead after 3 days use some of that power in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat too many jellybeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-4968225672509370054?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/4968225672509370054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=4968225672509370054&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4968225672509370054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4968225672509370054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-2429168010643458723</id><published>2008-03-21T18:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:19:32.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The lastest and not so greatest</title><content type='html'>After long while, one of the bigwigs came in today and conducted a semi formal interview. Ya know how when you have an interview and you know usually after walking out how you did? With this guy..not so much. We did talk about the advancement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; in the company, and how the assistant manager position is like a trainer, and as most of you know, that is something I've always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he did say that they planned on making an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;announcement&lt;/span&gt; on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm just glad that I'll know SOMETHING for SURE by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay turned sports fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-2429168010643458723?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/2429168010643458723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=2429168010643458723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/2429168010643458723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/2429168010643458723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/03/lastest-and-not-so-greatest.html' title='The lastest and not so greatest'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-7097806172857720108</id><published>2008-03-10T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:06:45.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The waiting game</title><content type='html'>and so I wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've applied for a postion at the store next door. I'm not sure when I'll hear anything. I know that I will have to go thru the interview process, and hopefully they will hire me. I'm not worried about it oddly. I guess I just feel at peace about the whole thing. I trust that God knows what he's doing and no matter what happens, he'll take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I keep on keeping on, that's all I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-7097806172857720108?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/7097806172857720108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=7097806172857720108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/7097806172857720108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/7097806172857720108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting-game.html' title='The waiting game'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-4430258873525801949</id><published>2008-03-05T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:32:49.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>Well, I got some not so good news yesterday. They will be closing the store I work at effective April 1st. At this time, they do not have plans on moving us to another location. They are encouraging us to apply for other positions. There is ONE open position at the store next door. I will apply for that, but no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn't work out. I'm worried but not losing sleep worried. I know that I'll get unemployment, and some sort of severance package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to move, and really cut back expenses. I'm going to be ok, hopefully your prayers will help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-4430258873525801949?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/4430258873525801949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=4430258873525801949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4430258873525801949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4430258873525801949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/03/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-804003698672764685</id><published>2008-02-24T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:24:57.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thinker..</title><content type='html'>I have a riddle for you since I can't think of anything else to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is at home. Another man comes and is screaming. The man is wearing a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-804003698672764685?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/804003698672764685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=804003698672764685&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/804003698672764685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/804003698672764685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/02/thinker.html' title='A Thinker..'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-3019439450163544972</id><published>2008-02-23T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:17:01.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-3019439450163544972?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/3019439450163544972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=3019439450163544972&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3019439450163544972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3019439450163544972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/02/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-1152209019616767959</id><published>2008-02-19T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:09:09.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Already!</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone came over and cleared out my driveway. Wasn't that nice? Was it you Dad? If so, thank you very much! If it wasn't...why didn't you come do my driveway :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting sick. At work today, I started getting a sore throat. So, I came home and took a nap and it's only getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...things are starting to come together nicely for the bride and groom party March 1st!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-1152209019616767959?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/1152209019616767959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=1152209019616767959&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1152209019616767959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1152209019616767959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/02/enough-already.html' title='Enough Already!'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-6823811262385961956</id><published>2008-02-13T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:20:13.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it funny...</title><content type='html'>...how everything happens for a reason? Tonight, one of my fellow classmates asked me to have dinner with him. He's a nice guy, (and very married, don't get excited) but sorta..well, talkative. The rest of our class was going to go someplace fun, have some wings and some drinks. I chose to stay back and dine with the talker. To be honest I was kinda dreading it. I thought, what are we going to talk about, we really don't have much in common.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we ended up talking about our beliefs. He's a deacon in his church, and has very strong beliefs. He wasn't the...this is the way I think so you should think that way..kinda guy. However, he did offer to find a church for me to go to in the Muskegon area that was like the one that he attends.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very interesting conversation. I found myself intrigued by what he belives and the scripture that he used to back it up. One of the things I found myself thinking was that I wasn't 'on fire' anymore, and I really miss being like that. I miss that oneness, and the feeling of the spirit coming over me. It's amazing to me that I've known how I've been struggling with this, and He brings someone for me to spend an evening with talking about him.&lt;br /&gt;Neat huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-6823811262385961956?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/6823811262385961956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=6823811262385961956&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6823811262385961956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6823811262385961956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/02/isnt-it-funny.html' title='Isn&apos;t it funny...'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-2936180414198065202</id><published>2008-02-10T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:14:49.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!</title><content type='html'>I made it. It was the worst conditions I've ever driven thru.&lt;br /&gt;After a delay (96 was shut down from a pile up) it took only an hour or so longer to get here.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm here for a week. Sigh. I'm ready for the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-2936180414198065202?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/2936180414198065202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=2936180414198065202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/2936180414198065202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/2936180414198065202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-1020596729941387510</id><published>2008-02-08T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:08:18.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for a minute..</title><content type='html'>I'm home for the weekend. Isn't that great. I'd like to thank the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and dear sweet neices and Fritz too for clearing out my driveway so I could pull in. And Mom again for keeping things alive here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Abby told me all the stuff you did to her while she was there. Thank you for being so nice (and for treating her like the little priceness she is) as we speak, she's sleeping on my bed waiting for me to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be home, even if its just for a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-1020596729941387510?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/1020596729941387510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=1020596729941387510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1020596729941387510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1020596729941387510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-for-minute.html' title='Home for a minute..'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-6656465531727702058</id><published>2008-02-05T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:07:19.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So far...</title><content type='html'>So far, the training is ok. It's a lot of web based stuff which is sorta tedious. I guess we are supposed to get some snow tomorrow, I hope that it's gone by the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day from 530 - 730 there is a managers reception. It's 3 free drinks and free snacks. I haven't been doing that. Tonight I came back and ordered room service. I had some icky soup, and some HUGE chicken tenders for $20 with tip. Wasn't close to my $60 breakfast in Maui. Speaking of breakfast, it's free here. You can get whatever you want. Everything is cooked to order. Nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I miss my kitty. I wish my Dad would tell me how she's doing :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-6656465531727702058?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/6656465531727702058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=6656465531727702058&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6656465531727702058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6656465531727702058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-far.html' title='So far...'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-8098939358721951239</id><published>2008-02-03T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:13:22.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suite!</title><content type='html'>I arrived in Southfield a few hours ago. The drive down and over was just fine and the traffic was light. The hotel is really nice. My room is a livingroom area, bathroom and a bedroom area. Its a pretty big room. It's nice to be able to relax and watch tv on a couch (just like home) instead of having to live on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There having a big superbowl party downstairs, I might go check that out, or I might just stay in and watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated thru the week. I'm really excited about the training!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-8098939358721951239?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/8098939358721951239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=8098939358721951239&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/8098939358721951239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/8098939358721951239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/02/suite.html' title='Suite!'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-6848069103193602829</id><published>2008-01-27T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:55:22.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R5z0MltoNPI/AAAAAAAAACM/MVhZ9d2kWmU/s1600-h/Halies+party+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160267770178843890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R5z0MltoNPI/AAAAAAAAACM/MVhZ9d2kWmU/s320/Halies+party+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't have anything to blog about, and so I was looking at my pictures and thought you might like to see a pic of The Big V (formally known as chilldaddy) at Hailies birthday party a few years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-6848069103193602829?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/6848069103193602829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=6848069103193602829&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6848069103193602829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6848069103193602829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-bad.html' title='My bad'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R5z0MltoNPI/AAAAAAAAACM/MVhZ9d2kWmU/s72-c/Halies+party+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-4796719813353310975</id><published>2008-01-19T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:55:40.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. When that happens I find myself surfing the net reading up on different things. I came across this article, &lt;a href="http://www.redtape.msnbc.com/"&gt;http://www.redtape.msnbc.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it says that there is a company who is developing a plan to give consumers a medical credit score. The score will be based on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt; to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have MAJOR problems with this. Let me tell you just a few of the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Medical insurance companies are really good at messing up bills. Not paying them on time, billing the wrong insurance, denying based on diagnosis. I've had numerous bills go into collection for the insurance companies mistakes. In fact, right now, I'm being sued because the hospital billed the wrong insurance company. And guess what? Once it goes to collections, it's to late to try to correct it. Oh, I did call when it was denied and they said they were going to put it back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;, but they didn't...they sent it to collections instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They say that this isn't going to effect treatment. Just like if you don't have insurance it isn't supposed to effect your treatment, but guess what, it does. It always does, and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are some people because they are SICK or HURT that require long term medical assistance. Now, don't you think this would effect their income? If it effects their income, it will effect their score, and then..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ultimately&lt;/span&gt;, their care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's all I'm going to rant about for the moment, because this finally tired me out. I do have more reasons...but you can chew on those for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to Canada..oh wait, I don't want to go there, they have the US on the list that abuses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;POW's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-4796719813353310975?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/4796719813353310975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=4796719813353310975&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4796719813353310975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4796719813353310975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-2407289117041248278</id><published>2008-01-14T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:55:22.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Bunny Jo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R4weWiu5NGI/AAAAAAAAACE/bh8R-GjTswQ/s1600-h/nye08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155529046061823074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R4weWiu5NGI/AAAAAAAAACE/bh8R-GjTswQ/s320/nye08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love is strong, with you there is no wrong, together we shall go until we die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My, my, my. An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness, no more be sad, happiness..I'm glad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta tell ya bunny - there isn't a more perfect song for your wedding. I'm getting very excited about your big day. It's not all about the party..it's about you having the life you finally deserve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That my dear family and friends is the whole reason to celebrate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-2407289117041248278?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/2407289117041248278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=2407289117041248278&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/2407289117041248278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/2407289117041248278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-bunny-jo.html' title='For Bunny Jo'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R4weWiu5NGI/AAAAAAAAACE/bh8R-GjTswQ/s72-c/nye08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-6296376037171181219</id><published>2008-01-08T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:21:51.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Love</title><content type='html'>As you know in my line of work, I see and hear a lot of interesting things. Yesterday however, I heard something that touched my heart. There was an older lady who came in and was talking to the customer I was working with. Apparently her husband just died a few days prior. She said, "The lord took my husband home, but I still praise him for his wisdom and glory."&lt;br /&gt;It floored me. The other lady asked how long they had been together, and it was going to be 50 years in a few months. It amazed me that this woman lost her mate of 50 years, yet still loved and trusted God enough to praise him.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the things I pray for in my life. The stupid petty things I complain about. Yet this woman, who during hardship, finds it in herself to praise God. I ended up giving her ONE penny to pay her bill, and she thanked me for blessing her.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the other way around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-6296376037171181219?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/6296376037171181219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=6296376037171181219&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6296376037171181219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/6296376037171181219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/01/amazing-love.html' title='Amazing Love'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-434926487920606670</id><published>2008-01-06T21:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:55:23.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R4GMsCu5NDI/AAAAAAAAABs/phWfF8sAOTg/s1600-h/nye08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152554136964248626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R4GMsCu5NDI/AAAAAAAAABs/phWfF8sAOTg/s320/nye08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look close, his neck says "LOSER'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R4GMsSu5NEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TT8VmInUAUs/s1600-h/nye08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152554141259215938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R4GMsSu5NEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TT8VmInUAUs/s320/nye08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No doubt who his daddy is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R4GMsiu5NFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/So-CyezSOZg/s1600-h/nye08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152554145554183250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R4GMsiu5NFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/So-CyezSOZg/s320/nye08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, it is what it looks like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-434926487920606670?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/434926487920606670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=434926487920606670&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/434926487920606670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/434926487920606670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2008/01/true-colors.html' title='True Colors'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R4GMsCu5NDI/AAAAAAAAABs/phWfF8sAOTg/s72-c/nye08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-8932809798522330614</id><published>2007-12-30T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:55:23.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h1ASu5M_I/AAAAAAAAABM/kVNDc6_D78Q/s1600-h/miau+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h1ASu5M_I/AAAAAAAAABM/kVNDc6_D78Q/s320/miau+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Eating a cheeseburger in paradise at Cheeseburger In Paradise..and it's made just like the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h1Aiu5NAI/AAAAAAAAABU/VegVfWdg74w/s1600-h/miau+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h1Aiu5NAI/AAAAAAAAABU/VegVfWdg74w/s320/miau+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;One of the many pools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h1Aiu5NBI/AAAAAAAAABc/pYLOCLYT7y4/s1600-h/miau+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h1Aiu5NBI/AAAAAAAAABc/pYLOCLYT7y4/s320/miau+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;a fruity, blue drink that I didn't throw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h1Ayu5NCI/AAAAAAAAABk/t0lSOn2ANXw/s1600-h/miau+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h1Ayu5NCI/AAAAAAAAABk/t0lSOn2ANXw/s320/miau+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Henna tattoo&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-8932809798522330614?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/8932809798522330614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=8932809798522330614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/8932809798522330614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/8932809798522330614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/12/eating-cheeseburger-in-paradise-at.html' title=''/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h1ASu5M_I/AAAAAAAAABM/kVNDc6_D78Q/s72-c/miau+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-4149802606480533495</id><published>2007-12-30T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:55:24.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h0eiu5M7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WE8gQI6OaWo/s1600-h/miau+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h0eiu5M7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WE8gQI6OaWo/s320/miau+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This was the second night - getting ready for the big beach party. Again, this is the view from the balcony from my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h0eyu5M8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dlbw0uf1mHg/s1600-h/miau+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h0eyu5M8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dlbw0uf1mHg/s320/miau+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;that is a real bird..it was scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h0fCu5M9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aWS9QDllj5A/s1600-h/miau+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h0fCu5M9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aWS9QDllj5A/s320/miau+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A tipsy Jamie in front of a cool surfboard the night of the beach party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h0fSu5M-I/AAAAAAAAABE/isPie8Z2nt4/s1600-h/miau+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h0fSu5M-I/AAAAAAAAABE/isPie8Z2nt4/s320/miau+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Cheeseburger in paradise...we ate here.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-4149802606480533495?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/4149802606480533495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=4149802606480533495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4149802606480533495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/4149802606480533495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-was-second-night-getting-ready-for.html' title=''/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3h0eiu5M7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WE8gQI6OaWo/s72-c/miau+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-9103053474461346470</id><published>2007-12-30T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:55:25.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3hz6iu5M3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FVW7Bo57SIM/s1600-h/miau+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3hz6iu5M3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FVW7Bo57SIM/s320/miau+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This was the view from the balcony from my hotel room in maui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3hz6yu5M4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8h6IKpf7QUM/s1600-h/miau+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3hz6yu5M4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8h6IKpf7QUM/s320/miau+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sunrise in Maui..it was a 6 hour time difference, so I actually saw it with my own 2 eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3hz7Cu5M5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/x3XWBrcZR1E/s1600-h/miau+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3hz7Cu5M5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/x3XWBrcZR1E/s320/miau+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;this was one of the many waterfalls in front of the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3hz7Su5M6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/n1SMh62YG_s/s1600-h/miau+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3hz7Su5M6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/n1SMh62YG_s/s320/miau+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I thought the reflection on this pic was really cool.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-9103053474461346470?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/9103053474461346470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=9103053474461346470&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/9103053474461346470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/9103053474461346470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-was-view-from-balcony-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G3Xy3jYdPW8/R3hz6iu5M3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FVW7Bo57SIM/s72-c/miau+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-3712555491271381445</id><published>2007-12-30T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T19:07:55.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-3712555491271381445?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/3712555491271381445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=3712555491271381445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3712555491271381445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/3712555491271381445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-1519812704305215808</id><published>2007-12-14T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:57:12.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I remember how to do this?</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true. I'm back. My computer is all fixed and I have things to say. Just not today. Just wanted to let you know to keep checking back. I'm going to post some of Maui pictures, and give you all the updates on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I do want to say. I was reading thru some of my old blogs and realized how much fun it was. I know since we lost Grandma it's hard to find the heart in them again, but I'd like to see us, and I think she'd like to see us, enjoy the blogs like we use to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-1519812704305215808?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/1519812704305215808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=1519812704305215808&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1519812704305215808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/1519812704305215808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-i-remember-how-to-do-this.html' title='Do I remember how to do this?'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-9100945547795958923</id><published>2007-05-28T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:52:12.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me?</title><content type='html'>Remember me? I use to live here, and now I'm back for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;Just had a birthday, that was nice. I'd upload pics but I forgot to take any. My friends got married that day too. My DUI stuff is over except for I'm still on probation. I got off super light, it just makes me thankful :)&lt;br /&gt;The roommate is gone, which is a good thing, and I'm starting to date more. Nothing really more to say. YAWN. Man I'm boring. See, you really didn't miss much at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-9100945547795958923?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/9100945547795958923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=9100945547795958923&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/9100945547795958923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/9100945547795958923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/05/remember-me.html' title='Remember me?'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-117043265793578545</id><published>2007-02-02T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:10:57.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New news (for once)</title><content type='html'>I got a letter yesterday from my lawyer. They are offering me to drop the speeding ticket and dropping the DWI (drinking and driving) to Driving while Visual Impaired. What this means is..a lot less money and also probably less time on a restricted license. This also means, less points on my license and fines I have to pay to broke state of Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my vision is better, it has improved 20% in a week and I don't go back to see the doc for six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-117043265793578545?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/117043265793578545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=117043265793578545&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/117043265793578545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/117043265793578545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-news-for-once.html' title='New news (for once)'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116991408781014115</id><published>2007-01-27T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:08:07.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Blessing - a favor or gift bestowed by God, thereby bringing happiness.&lt;br /&gt;the invoking of God's favor upon a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blessed. Sometimes I forget about how blessed I am. It seems alot of time I focus on the things I don't have, instead of seeing the things I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the number one retail sales rep in the Nation last month at work. This is for all states, and all reps. God blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision is coming back a little each day. God blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family loves and supports me and we are close. God blessed me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116991408781014115?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116991408781014115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116991408781014115&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116991408781014115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116991408781014115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/01/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116890716136733724</id><published>2007-01-15T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:26:01.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have enough swear words...</title><content type='html'>MAD..mad mad mad mad. Did I mention I was mad? Let's call her the queen..meaning my boss. I get the okay to go back to work on a limited basis, until next week when the restraint will most likley be lifted. The queen tells me that either I work 40 hours a week or they (meaning HR) would knock me down to part time and we don't have a part time staff in Muskegon. So I call HR and of course they had already talked to them..and here's the scoup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REAL issue was that my PTO was almost gone, and uh..the queens boss wanted to make sure I knew and understood that if I had another medical issue than that could make it possible for me to get an occurance. Now, you have to understand, normally it takes about 5 occurances to get fired, and you get time EVERY week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I happened to mention to HR that she's made me work 2 times on a doctors note and she also instructed me that I needed to find my own replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life is going to be hell at work, but at least I'm not getting pushed around anymore and she may (please pray) have to actually face the music for treating me like she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my eye goes, it's about 98% healed and there is scar tissue on my pupil. The doctor has no way of knowing how my vision is going to end up. I just pray for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have said a prayer for me, thank you, God has been answering them, sometimes healing takes a little time. So, praise is in order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116890716136733724?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116890716136733724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116890716136733724&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116890716136733724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116890716136733724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-have-enough-swear-words.html' title='I don&apos;t have enough swear words...'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116864048949936153</id><published>2007-01-12T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:21:29.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye See</title><content type='html'>Well..I sorta see. I went to the doc again today and my ucler is now 1mm instead of 3mm, and as far as my vision goes, I can see edges where before everything was a big blur. Hopefully by Monday when I go back to the doctor, the ulcer will be gone and we will get an idea about my vision and where it's going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to work will be the big question. I know that if I go back with no restriction, my punishment will be working open to close and left to do all the work. I'm hoping that if they do send me back next week, I can ask for restricted hours. I think 4-6 hours a day to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you informed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116864048949936153?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116864048949936153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116864048949936153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116864048949936153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116864048949936153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/01/eye-see.html' title='Eye See'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116828799258273700</id><published>2007-01-08T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:26:32.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Eye..</title><content type='html'>Well, this was not the post I had intended. I woke up Friday morning with my right eye swollen and red. Mom took me to a med center where they said I had a corneal abrasion and gave me some drops. She also said that by the next day, Saturday, I should be feeling a lot better. On saturday, I really wasn't and still had to work with a doctors note. Sunday I woke up and my eye was completly swollen shut. Dad took me back to the med center and they discovered an ulcer on my eye and referred me to a specialist.&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the specialist and was advised that I have a very serious infection, and am off work until at least wednesday, when I go back to see (ha ha) what kind of progress has been made with the once an hour eye drops. The biggest concern is scar tissue which will cause me not to have the same vision, and my job. My boss isn't being very nice about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;Who is being very nice to me? Dan. Dan has been awesome. He cooks for me and gives me my eyedrops, takes me anyplace I need to go, and waits for me. Runs to the pharmacy whenever I need. I'm really glad he's here to help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116828799258273700?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116828799258273700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116828799258273700&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116828799258273700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116828799258273700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-eye.html' title='One Eye..'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116776080507760114</id><published>2007-01-02T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:00:05.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Januray 19th</title><content type='html'>Please consider this an formal invation to Rossis January 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it would be a good night to celebrate Ray's bday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116776080507760114?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116776080507760114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116776080507760114&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116776080507760114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116776080507760114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2007/01/januray-19th.html' title='Januray 19th'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116736293319348938</id><published>2006-12-28T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:28:53.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Jamie&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much. I don't think I could have a better friend enless it was an angle. Well I guess thats all!&lt;br /&gt;love always&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the letter I was given tonight by Sami, Dan's daughter. I've always have had a soft spot in my heart for kids, but these two kids have really, really, gotten a big part of my heart. Years and years ago I wanted to adopt them. Had it not been for Ray R., I would have. I know now that things happen for a reason, and I'm glad that it didn't happen then. I'm just glad that I can be part of their lives now. I hope that my love and kindness makes a difference in their lives, I knownthem being in mine has made a difference in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my New Years resolutions. This year I really want to concentrate on making myself well mentally. By doing this, I want to release the realtionships in my life that have been holding me back. I feel like I'm only half living. I'm spending too much time on the things that don't matter and not nearly enough time for the things that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hear this my family, once a month, I want to spend the day with my family. I realized that only seeing my family on holidays sucks. I miss you all, and I've learned there aren't many people in your life that you can depend on, and my family has been a constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of things I want to do, I hope this is one of the things you can help me with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116736293319348938?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116736293319348938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116736293319348938&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116736293319348938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116736293319348938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-jamie-i-love-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116697178198938052</id><published>2006-12-24T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:49:42.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I've felt really bah humbug this year. Until last night. I was in a horrible mood, tired from working and shopping all day and it was midnight and I still had a mountian of presents to wrap. Then I remembered. The giving is my favorite part of the holiday. I've been blessed and it makes me feel wonderful that I can give the people I love something. When I was all finished wrapping, I felt my eyes water looking at the small pile of gifts, and I wanted to triple that pile and give those that I love as much as my bank account would allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about making them feel bad because they didn't get me a gift in return, or trying to show them I've got more expendable income. It's about wanting the people I love to have what their hearts desire. Wanting no need or wish go unfullfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I get to be with my family today, I hope they know how much I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116697178198938052?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116697178198938052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116697178198938052&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116697178198938052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116697178198938052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116684534490180064</id><published>2006-12-22T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:42:24.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Christmas fun</title><content type='html'>Click this link...and be creative..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simonsezsanta.com/"&gt;http://www.simonsezsanta.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116684534490180064?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116684534490180064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116684534490180064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116684534490180064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116684534490180064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-christmas-fun.html' title='A little Christmas fun'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116671255556429976</id><published>2006-12-21T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T09:49:15.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick and other things</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. So, I'm home today. I'm sure my boss will be really happy about that. Nothing serious, the dr. just ordered some drugs and a day of rest. Ahh. Right after I finish this blog update, I'm going to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to court on Monday and it was just as I thought it would be. Scary. The judge entered a not guilty plea for me and put a hold on my tickets until the pretrail or something. I will need a lawyer. So that will not be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling bah humbug these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116671255556429976?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116671255556429976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116671255556429976&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116671255556429976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116671255556429976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-sick-and-other-things.html' title='I&apos;m sick and other things'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116524043991589780</id><published>2006-12-04T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T08:53:59.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My turn</title><content type='html'>Ok. First know, I'm ok. Secondly, I don't have a problem. Lastly, I got a DUI last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116524043991589780?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116524043991589780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116524043991589780&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116524043991589780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116524043991589780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-turn.html' title='My turn'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116515668697934854</id><published>2006-12-03T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T09:38:07.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4704/1086/1600/902075/tulsa%20233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4704/1086/320/561266/tulsa%20233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is my Christmas tree. I know, I should have gotten white cords instead of the green, I'll fix that soon. Anyway, you can't see it, but there are also blue lights on the tree. It looks a lot prettier in the dark. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those folks below it are the ones who decorated it. My roommate Dan, and his two great kids. They also put presents under it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time, I'll show you Abby in the tree. It wasn't even up before she started to climb up it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116515668697934854?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116515668697934854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116515668697934854&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116515668697934854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116515668697934854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116412268443995993</id><published>2006-11-21T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:24:44.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful. I'm thankful that I'm healthy. I'm thankful that I have abundence to bless other people. I'm thankful that I don't have an addiction (other than to one person) and that I haven't settled for less than what I want.&lt;br /&gt;For my family and my support network, I'm thankful. I'm most thankful that God loves me and no matter what I do, he always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving. Make sure to give thanks to who gave you the blessings this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116412268443995993?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116412268443995993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116412268443995993&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116412268443995993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116412268443995993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116372862125085512</id><published>2006-11-16T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:57:12.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>worms anyone?</title><content type='html'>Nobody loves me, every body hates me, I guess I'll go eat worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, pray for either a new job or lots of sales for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116372862125085512?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116372862125085512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116372862125085512&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116372862125085512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116372862125085512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/11/worms-anyone.html' title='worms anyone?'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116294823897056143</id><published>2006-11-07T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:10:39.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Woes</title><content type='html'>Work woes should be the story of my life. I know I've vented before about it before, and here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I'm still upset about is I got screwed out of my berevement leave when Grandma died. Let's add to that, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I called in sick. The first time I've done it since I've been there. My boss said I was a no call no show. Now, I haven't gotten written up for it yet, but I know I will be.  It's my word against hers although I do have my phone records that show I called in.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I went to the doctor and found out I had pink eye. She wrote me off work because it is so contagious. Well, I had to go in because she wanted to see her bf get sentanced. Then said it was going to be less than 2 hours and it was more like 4.&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't sound like much, but with all the hours and her not pulling her weight at work adds to all of this and makes for a very unhappy working conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116294823897056143?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116294823897056143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116294823897056143&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116294823897056143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116294823897056143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/11/work-woes.html' title='Work Woes'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116204698573415434</id><published>2006-10-28T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T19:51:07.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly update</title><content type='html'>Hello all. I've been a busy girl. I've worked almost 70 hours this week and expect the same for next week. It will suck. I'm feeling very overworked and under apprciated. Yeah, yeah, everyone says, just think of the money...here's the thing, because I'm in sales, my hourly pay is lower so even with OT, it's not a huge amount of money. Plus, we've been really slow this month so I won't even get a comission check next month. I am thankful to have a job I like even though there are some rough spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a Danny story. For those of you who don't know, Danny is my roommate. Last night I asked him to go with me to a haunted 'barn' out at the Double JJ ranch. We walk in and pulls up his hoodie over his face (he's in the lead) and looks down at the ground. We are walking in a maze and he's bumping into things and walls and to add to distraction there is a strobe light. A few times someone would come up behind me and scare me but he got nothing, and I'm trying to lead him from behind laughing the whole time. We get towards the end, lots of things just bumping into you and jumping out at you, and I take the lead - thru the corn maze - and right at the end someone jumped out and scared him and he screamed and called them a M'fer. It was very funny. Maybe it was one of those things were you have to be there. So, Danny is a big wimp and I know that if I ever hear a noise in my room, not to call him, he won't be much help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Abby, my baby, she loves him more than me. I'll come home and have to look for her, before she'd meet me at the door. If she gets on the talble, I'll tell her to get down and she acts like she can't hear me, he says it, and she gets down. AND, she cuddles with him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to kick them both out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the boring stories, working so much makes me not have much to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116204698573415434?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116204698573415434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116204698573415434&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116204698573415434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116204698573415434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekly-update.html' title='Weekly update'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116166258879831864</id><published>2006-10-23T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:03:08.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>What's new? Not much really. Working a lot like normal. Still having problems at work, but I just pray that I'll be able to get past them and hang in there for awhile longer. Good things come to those who wait right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a roommate. I have a friend who needs a place to stay for a few months. Then he'll be back on his own. It's nice having someone around sometimes. It's only been a few days, ask me how things are in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for my prince on a white horse. Pray he comes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update as soon as I have something new to tell :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116166258879831864?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116166258879831864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116166258879831864&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116166258879831864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116166258879831864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116052890711426325</id><published>2006-10-10T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:08:27.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Will</title><content type='html'>A living will is a legal document that basically states what you'd want for medical care if you were unable to voice your desires. Please take the time to go to this link, print it out and make sure your friends and family are aware of it and where it is kep, In the unfortunate event that something happens to you, it is important that your wishes are known.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and hope I never have to see your documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michbar.org/elderlaw/pdfs/livingwill.pdf#search=%22michigan%20livingwill%22"&gt;http://www.michbar.org/elderlaw/pdfs/livingwill.pdf#search=%22michigan%20livingwill%22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116052890711426325?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116052890711426325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116052890711426325&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116052890711426325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116052890711426325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/10/living-will.html' title='Living Will'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-116000823568105834</id><published>2006-10-04T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:30:35.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby..it's what's for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/1600/abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/abby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of her favorite things to do. You open the fridge and she jumps inside it. She is going thru a terrible two stage and she's driving me nuts. She's about to be an orphan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-116000823568105834?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/116000823568105834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=116000823568105834&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116000823568105834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/116000823568105834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/10/abbyits-whats-for-dinner.html' title='Abby..it&apos;s what&apos;s for dinner'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115957962648603753</id><published>2006-09-29T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:27:06.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No News</title><content type='html'>Things are just going along, day to day. I'm still really sad about losing my Grandma. I know that she's in a better place, but it doesn't make it any easier. I won't go on and on like I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got my kitty home she seemed very happy to see me. She still licks my eyelids and her newest thing is wanting to cuddle just before I have to get up and go to work. The little shit. She is a little sunshine on an otherwise cloudy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115957962648603753?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115957962648603753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115957962648603753&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115957962648603753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115957962648603753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-news.html' title='No News'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115896932859463449</id><published>2006-09-22T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:55:28.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma</title><content type='html'>She would greet you with a big smile, usually a laugh and with open arms. Her blue eyes would sparkle and her face would light up. Her love and joy would surround you. She was an amazing, special person who can never be duplicated. She gave birth to 5 special, unique people who in turn gave birth to other equally wonderful people, and they gave birth..and this will go on and on. Inside each and every person who loved her, the legacy of laughter, love, music and family lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my loving Grandma, thank you for every little prayer you said for me, and for the unconditional love you gave me, and mostly for the smiles and jokes that we shared. I will miss you and love you and I can't wait to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115896932859463449?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115896932859463449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115896932859463449&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115896932859463449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115896932859463449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-grandma.html' title='My Grandma'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115776986227270092</id><published>2006-09-08T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:44:22.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby or Lily?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/640/IMAG0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/IMAG0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is my baby. She doesn't quite seem to fit the name Abby, although I really like it.  She's a little love, and a little shit. She is a typical cat who wants to do what she wants to do when she wants to do it. The brat. Last night, she was using my face as a trampoline then meowing to wake me up. So, I had to kick my little darlin out of my bedroom. It didn't seem to bother her though, when I woke up this morning, she was sleeping behind the toliet. I think there might have been some empty beer bottles around her. It was thursday, my old going out night.&lt;br /&gt;Yep..she's my girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115776986227270092?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115776986227270092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115776986227270092&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115776986227270092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115776986227270092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/09/abby-or-lily.html' title='Abby or Lily?'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115741986424428976</id><published>2006-09-04T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:31:04.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little baby</title><content type='html'>I got a little baby. She's little and gray and white. My camera is at work so I don't have any pictures to put on my blog. YET. However, the little baby no name had her picture taken by her grandma today. So check purplepatch to see pics and the naming contest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115741986424428976?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115741986424428976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115741986424428976&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115741986424428976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115741986424428976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-baby.html' title='A little baby'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115672106462362382</id><published>2006-08-27T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:24:24.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird things</title><content type='html'>Here are some weird things that I've seen or have had happen to me recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man running the other day, with a portable headset on. Ya know the kind that are just headphones and are a radio? He had a huge peice of tinfoil coiled around his head and sticking straight up for better reception or to communicate with his home planet.Oh, and he was wearing a yellow speedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came into the store and he was wearing khaki colored shorts. He turned around and had a HUGE brown stain right in the...uh...body waste part of his shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a guy at the bar, and things were going well, UNTIL he told me that he was a slob and a pig and he had to change bedrooms because the one room was so dirty he couldn't get into it anymore. Check please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy sent me a picture of his nether region, and I have no idea who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved the best for last. I invited another guy over and while I was trying to open a bottle of wine, the corkscrew broke. I tried using a knife to open it, and the gentleman that he was, stepped up to help me. He promptly sliced his finger open and required stiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon: Pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115672106462362382?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115672106462362382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115672106462362382&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115672106462362382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115672106462362382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/08/weird-things.html' title='Weird things'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115605476624452554</id><published>2006-08-20T02:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:19:26.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I realized today...</title><content type='html'>...that I have absolutley no hope in love or relationships any more. I mean, some relationships and love do work for some people. I use to believe in happily ever after and that love can cure anything. That no matter what happens in a relationship, if you have love, it's the glue that keeps it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad that I don't have the same outlook on relationships as I use to. I'm thinking this could be why I don't pursue the options that I have. I think why bother, I'm just either going to get hurt or hurt them in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas on how to rid myself of such rotten thoughts so I can try to find my prince charming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115605476624452554?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115605476624452554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115605476624452554&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115605476624452554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115605476624452554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-realized-today.html' title='I realized today...'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115592481856529987</id><published>2006-08-18T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:13:38.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Fritz!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/640/IMAG0012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/IMAG0012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115592481856529987?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115592481856529987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115592481856529987&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115592481856529987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115592481856529987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-fritz.html' title='Happy Birthday Fritz!!'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115543219634633746</id><published>2006-08-12T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:23:16.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singledom</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm really seriously starting to look for a man. So I joined a free dating website that was referred to me by a friend. Since I put up my ad this morning, I've gotten like 8 hits or so. The problem is, the kind of guys that are replying are 1. the kind of guys that will never move out of their Mom's basements, 2. have some kind of odd fettish. One guy told me he wanted to lick and smell my feet. eww. 3. Aren't from the area, or 4. are not the kind of guys I'd be interested in because they just want sexual relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is my friends and family. IF you know someone who might be fun or who likes cute, heavier set blonde, independent women, tell them about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really ready to share my life with someone. Being sucessful is no fun unless you have someone to share it with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115543219634633746?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115543219634633746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115543219634633746&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115543219634633746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115543219634633746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/08/singledom.html' title='Singledom'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115457508910825769</id><published>2006-08-02T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:18:09.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My happy little home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/640/collage15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/collage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  These are pictrues of my livingroom, and kitchen, as well as a horrible picture of the hallway as you enter the duplex. As ou can see, I need more stuff in the livingroom. I'm working on it :)&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't take pictures of the bedrooms, or the deck. I have to keep you coming back..so keep checking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115457508910825769?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115457508910825769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115457508910825769&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115457508910825769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115457508910825769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-happy-little-home.html' title='My happy little home'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115457492615114076</id><published>2006-08-02T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:15:26.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/640/IMAG0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/IMAG0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The blue wall will be painted green. It will go much better with everything I have. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/640/IMAG0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/IMAG0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/640/IMAG0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/IMAG0125.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/640/IMAG0126.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/IMAG0126.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115457492615114076?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115457492615114076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115457492615114076&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115457492615114076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115457492615114076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-for-dinner.html' title='Time for dinner'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115457377727696087</id><published>2006-08-02T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:56:17.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my new home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/640/IMAG0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/IMAG0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here is the picture of my new place..from the outside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115457377727696087?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115457377727696087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115457377727696087&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115457377727696087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115457377727696087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcome-to-my-new-home.html' title='Welcome to my new home!!'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115448546011440487</id><published>2006-08-01T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:24:20.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Batty Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/640/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I came home to this awaiting on my door. I thought..what is that banana peel doing on my door? Then I look a little harder, and it moved. It looked at me like it wanted to eat me.I SCREAMED! I had NO idea how the hell I was going to get into my house! Then I remembered I had a garage. So I run into the garage and call my Dad. I had to leave a message which gives me a lot of time to think about how this bat is going to break free and get into my house and land in my hair, bite me and turn me into a vampire. Hysteria turns into plans. So I take the broom (with the advice from a friend) and hit door (from the inside) to knock it free. It didn't work. Finally my Dad shows up to free the damn thing. He kept saying, the poor baby. I thought he meant me. He didn't. He meant that scary old bat that tried to attack me. So my Forman killing Dad saved my life. Thanks Dad. You're the best, for an old bat..hardy har har&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115448546011440487?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115448546011440487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115448546011440487&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115448546011440487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115448546011440487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-batty-day.html' title='My Batty Day'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115448495402368273</id><published>2006-08-01T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:15:54.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last George Forman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/640/IMAG0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4704/1086/320/IMAG0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This picture is an example of what happens when you listen to your father. Let me tell you a story about my wonderful rottendad and how he helped me move. First let me say, I was very glad for his help and wasn't mad about it. So..here goes..&lt;br /&gt;When I was moving my stuff out of my storage unit, Dad said that I didn't need to take my 'puddle jumper' (car) because it could only fit three things in it. (remember that part) The day before was HELL because they had locked my storage unit on accident and I was irate, so Iwas prepared to be mad when I got there. However, I wasn't. We were able to get everything in the van except...yep you got it...3 things (that puddle jumper would have come in handy then huh?) so my wise father decided that we put the last 3 boxes on top of the van. Now, one of the boxes contains my prized coffee pot and the above beloved George Forman grill. Well, we got almost halfway home and BAM..the jokes of the Forman grill and my coffee pot flying off the back of the van became the story of the week. The coffee pot doesn't look as good, but it leaks and I have to put a spoon under it  so the coffee comes out. So....here is the picture. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;And Dad, I really wasn't mad. I still think it's funny. Besides, I'd know you'd hate it if I was snooty..and having a coffee pot with some charcter means that I won't be snooty :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115448495402368273?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115448495402368273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115448495402368273&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115448495402368273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115448495402368273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-george-forman.html' title='The last George Forman'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115336468130163037</id><published>2006-07-19T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:04:53.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser</title><content type='html'>This is just a teaser for all of you waiting for pictures..ha ha&lt;br /&gt;after Friday when I get my internet installed at my house I'll have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HOLD YOUR HORSES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115336468130163037?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115336468130163037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115336468130163037&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115336468130163037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115336468130163037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/07/teaser.html' title='Teaser'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115309587187490305</id><published>2006-07-16T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:24:32.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/Dadsblog.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/320/Dadsblog.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the image my father has of himself. I'm not thinking it's true. What do you think? &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115309587187490305?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115309587187490305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115309587187490305&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115309587187490305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115309587187490305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-image-my-father-has-of-himself.html' title=''/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115272083979272398</id><published>2006-07-12T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:13:59.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Today is the big day! I plan on moving the rest of my shit into my new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for pics....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115272083979272398?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115272083979272398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115272083979272398&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115272083979272398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115272083979272398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/07/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115232798100473456</id><published>2006-07-07T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:06:21.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer psuedo fun</title><content type='html'>Boy have I been busy. Between working at the store and the Summer Celebration, I haven't done much. The Summer Celebration is alot of fun. I've seen some great shows I probably wouldn't have gone to otherwise. Seeing the people and talking to everyone has been fun. I have to say it's not bad being able to get in free, get free food, and then hang out and listen to great music and getting paid for it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did take Emmadoodle and Graciepoo down there a few nights ago with Mom. We had a lot of fun and the girls got to budget their own money. We played a game and they rode rides, and we went and gorged ourselves on carnival foods. We also took a turn by BOBO the clown who made fun of Mom. Ha ha..it was mild which was nice, they can be mean. It made me really happy to see them having such a good time and seeing them happy. I really am a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I think all the hours I've been working caught up with me and I couldn't get out of bed. I spent a good part of the day sleeping. Mom said I was grumpy..I think bitchy states it a little better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I start moving. Who wants to help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115232798100473456?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115232798100473456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115232798100473456&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115232798100473456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115232798100473456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-psuedo-fun.html' title='Summer psuedo fun'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115171672509061239</id><published>2006-06-30T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:18:45.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New news</title><content type='html'>Hello all. I'm pretty tired but thought I'd give you an update. Work is busy, I'm working a lot, but seem to be managing it pretty well. Mom might have another opinion about it..ha ha&lt;br /&gt;The big news is, I'll be moving in a few weeks. I found a duplex that I think is going to work well for me. It' s in Roosevelt park, and is withing walking distance from work..right now anyway. Once the store moves, I'll be further away. I won't be able to move until after Summer Celebration, but after that, Mom and Fritz will get rid of their kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that means. BBQ at Jamies..IF she ever gets any time off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW..today is day 13 in a row without a day off, and I have no idea when my next full day off will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the prayers, they must be working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115171672509061239?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115171672509061239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115171672509061239&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115171672509061239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115171672509061239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-news.html' title='New news'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115154053509148678</id><published>2006-06-28T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:22:15.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The verdict is in</title><content type='html'>Ok..Congrats to my Dad..he got them all right, but ONE! Good job Dad...you need to stop reading my diary, or I need to stop telling you stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I know you are all dying to know the true answers from the false...so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID beat up a boy in 5th grade who pissed me off because he said I was trying to break up him and his girlfriend. Well, I was..but there was a good reason for it, I just don't remember what it was. I wrestled him really, my brother taught me how to do a take down and a pin, so that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hickey in the back of Rhondas truck (just to clarify, it was from a boy), and Mom and Fritz were in Oklahoma. Chris D was watching us and saw it on my neck, so I told him I got it from her hot tub when I dropped my barrette :) he believed me so 'that's my story, and I'm sticking to it' (The story, not the hot tub vent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give old people desert. They don't give old people desert. They don't deserve it, and they don't have the teeth to chew it. (Kidding, they do give it to them, but I wouldn't do something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I did iron Ray's underware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my nickname Ralphy from my Dad. He says it's because he got tired of answering my questions. My recollection of the name is like this..."Daddy, why is the grass green?" Looking up at him with my blue eyes from Kmart and my white blonde curled hair with a sweet smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you think it's green?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because people flick boogers on it??" I'd ask sweetly knowing my father would never lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;Then..here it is folks..."Right Ralph."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now that I'm older, it's now Ralphengator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did work at an ice cream shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do write, but don't show it to anyone and would never try to publish it. It's mine, all mine. (and not very good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the non intentional trick question..my friends and I did get strandand at the beach, but we didn't dig a hole to keep warm. My Dad told me never why not to, just not to. (That might have been a "Right Ralph" moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did run into the wall when I was checking out the hottie. I don't know why I didn't get his number.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never skipped school to go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty lame huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good guesses everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115154053509148678?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115154053509148678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115154053509148678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115154053509148678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115154053509148678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/06/verdict-is-in.html' title='The verdict is in'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115094543288028637</id><published>2006-06-21T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:03:52.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A story or is it?</title><content type='html'>Thanks Chilldaddy, yet another tag. Here is my version. Some of the below stories are true some of them are false. No trick stories, and no half truths. They are either all true or all lies. Let's see how well you all think you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I beat up a boy in 5th grade. In fact, I hang out with him sometimes when he's around still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I once got a hickey and told everyone it was from the vent in a hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I worked for the nursing home, I use to give the people who weren't suppose to have desert, desert because I felt sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I use to iron Ray R's underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got the nickname Ralphy from getting drunk and throwing up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I use to work at an ice cream shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I tried having some of my writing, poems and such, published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One time, when my friends and I were at the beach, we got stranded overnight, and we dug a big hole and slept in it to get out of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was at the bar one night talking to a really hot guy and had to go to the bathroom. As I was walking away, I flipped my hair and looked over my shoulder and ran smack dab into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In high school, I would skip school and go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really hard for me to do. Good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115094543288028637?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115094543288028637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115094543288028637&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115094543288028637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115094543288028637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/06/story-or-is-it.html' title='A story or is it?'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115076611942011429</id><published>2006-06-19T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:15:19.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sersiously Over worked</title><content type='html'>One of the cool things about my job is that we sponser community events. The Summer Celebration is coming up, and we will be down there every night there are concerts. It's pretty exciting and it will be a great way to get our name out in the community.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the bad part. Because I'm the only 'employee' in Muskegon County, I'll have to work both at the store and at the concert. They are trying to get other people to cover the nights of the concert, but I'm required to work 4 of them. What this means, is that it turns my 11 hour days into 15 or more hour days. This two week festival will make it so I'll work 80 hours one week, and 74 the next.&lt;br /&gt;Starting June 29th, send some sleep and energy my way, some prayers too if ya think about it. I'll need any help I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115076611942011429?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115076611942011429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115076611942011429&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115076611942011429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115076611942011429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/06/sersiously-over-worked.html' title='Sersiously Over worked'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115067799019234112</id><published>2006-06-18T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:46:30.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>I feel very blessed to have 2 dads. My dad and my step dad. They have both taught me a lot and have been towers of strength when I've needed it. Given me good advice and have still loved me when I didn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad, Thanks Fritz. I'm not sure what I'd do without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115067799019234112?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115067799019234112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115067799019234112&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115067799019234112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115067799019234112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-115023724215986535</id><published>2006-06-13T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T18:20:42.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>All work and no play makes Jamie a dull girl. Seems like all I do is work, sleep and eat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I don't have any exciting news or anything. Just working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-115023724215986535?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/115023724215986535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=115023724215986535&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115023724215986535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/115023724215986535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/06/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-114982243238735972</id><published>2006-06-08T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:07:12.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day Off</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my day off. I relaxed, and didn't do anything I didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I got to see the Grace and Emmadoodle. I enjoyed that very much.&lt;br /&gt;That's all you get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-114982243238735972?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/114982243238735972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=114982243238735972&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114982243238735972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114982243238735972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-day-off.html' title='My Day Off'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-114973667866537285</id><published>2006-06-07T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:17:58.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap Opera</title><content type='html'>You would be surpirsed at how many people are open with their lives at a cellular store. Let me share the 2 best this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman came in a few weeks ago and was very worried that she was going to get caught there. She was very concerned about the size of the phone, and making sure it could be set to vibrate, and wanted to make sure the bills could go to another location. The story was, she is married but has a boyfriend that she wanted to make sure she could stay in contact with. She comes in quickly after work, and signs her contract and runs out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Today, she comes back to pay her bill. We start talking and she wants to start another account for her daughter. So, she sets up another account to hide from her husband and demanded that I have a bunch of security things on the account. Plus she told me where she works, and her boyfriend and her husband. I could so easily bust her, yet she feels like she needs to tell me every detail of her personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 2. Also a few weeks ago an engaged couple came in and got a 2 year plan. After 14 days you are locked into your contact. Day 15 he comes in and wants to put his phone in his name only. I explain it's too late for that. The next day, the girl calls and wants to shut his phone off. Apparently, he believed some 'lies' that she had been messing around. The next day, he comes in to have a new phone set up. While we are setting everything up, he tells me that she messed up and was being stupid, but if I was willing to call her, he'd make sure she got her money for her phone. So, I call her, give her his new number, and they hook back up. So, Jamie saves the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just amazes me how many people are open with their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-114973667866537285?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/114973667866537285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=114973667866537285&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114973667866537285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114973667866537285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/06/soap-opera.html' title='Soap Opera'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-114955389475561072</id><published>2006-06-05T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:31:34.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>WOW! Today was super busy. I worked 11 hours and didn't even have a spare minute to stop and eat. Had a good sales day. My boss went into labor and had her baby. A little baby boy. She called to tell me within a half hour of having him. So my days of long hours begin. I'm going to go to bed early tonight because I'm caught up on things, and think I should get some rest while I can. I will try to update but really won't have much to tell other than work stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Miss me all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-114955389475561072?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/114955389475561072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=114955389475561072&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114955389475561072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114955389475561072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/06/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-114918126242534848</id><published>2006-06-01T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:01:02.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my day off, supposedly. I'll prob. end up going in to work though. My regional manager called me to just tell me how great I was. He went on and on about how happy he was that he hired me, and how he felt that my oppertunites were endless at the company. One of the other things that made me happy was he said he felt that I was one of those employees that you say you have no idea how you got along without them. It's been stressful, and I know it will stay stressful for a little while, but I know that the upper management sees my talent and isn't shy about telling me.&lt;br /&gt;YAY Jamie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-114918126242534848?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/114918126242534848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=114918126242534848&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114918126242534848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114918126242534848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-is-my-day-off-supposedly.html' title=''/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-114886056779943004</id><published>2006-05-28T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:56:07.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was good, but it's over</title><content type='html'>My taco feast was great! Thank you to everyone who took the time to attend. It means a lot that people take time out of their lives to celebrate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom. You outdid yourself. Everything was fantastic, and very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to start this year. I really do hope that things get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, so that's all you're getting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-114886056779943004?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/114886056779943004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=114886056779943004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114886056779943004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114886056779943004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-good-but-its-over.html' title='It was good, but it&apos;s over'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-114868923779453882</id><published>2006-05-26T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:22:16.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>I had a nice birthday. THANK YOU to everyone who made time for me yesterday. The BIG celebration is tomorrow night and I'm very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The the last night in my 20's my car broke down, so I had to have Fritz give me a ride to work. I wasn't in the best of moods when I went in. Then the district manager came in to do some training with me to teach me some of the things I'll need to know. My manager went into labor which meant I had to work early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a little ray of sunshine entered the store, looking just like my Dad. He was carrying a pretty little arrangement of a rose and some flowers. I felt so bad because we were so busy I couldn't properly show my gradtitude. It was very touching, and very sweet. It was one of the high points of my day. Thanks Dad, you made me feel very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many phone calls of birthday wishes, off to dinner I go. I ordered a grande peach something that tasted like dirt, so I switched to a very berry or something that was berry good. Then we dashed to the bar for lots of drinks and even more laughs. For my birthday song request, I had them sing Aime, but they slipped sometimes and sang Jamie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than having to get up this morning, it was a great night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for driving, and dancing, and for being there Mom. It meant a lot. Also, thanks in advance for the big taco dinnner. I'll make sure to wear my big pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-114868923779453882?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/114868923779453882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=114868923779453882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114868923779453882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114868923779453882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12682338.post-114856521106053580</id><published>2006-05-25T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T09:53:31.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day...</title><content type='html'>has arrived, and that's all your getting about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is home from the hospital. I talked to him yesterday, he sounds good, and as you can tell from the comment he left on the last post, he's his same old self. I'm soooo happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car broke down last night. I think I need a new alternator. I'm totally ticked. So now I need rides until I can get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work, hope I get lots of sales today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you, I'm the 'team leader' there. Which basically means I cover for the manager when she's not there, and get paid the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12682338-114856521106053580?l=jamielynn525.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/feeds/114856521106053580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12682338&amp;postID=114856521106053580&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114856521106053580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12682338/posts/default/114856521106053580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamielynn525.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-day.html' title='The big day...'/><author><name>shortensweet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00448869785919136047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/171/6161/640/jamie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
