<?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-4923822416562165385</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:01:08.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Help Myself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-891573443534775679</id><published>2008-09-30T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:52:01.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surgery went very well. I have 4 or 5 incisions all held together with super glue. I'm allergic to the tapes they use. The damn thing was very hairy inside. Plus it had lots of tissue and blood. The surgeon called it a "complex ovarian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dermoid&lt;/span&gt; cyst". I told him that I like to be difficult. The only problem was in recovery when I was coming out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anesthesia and I had an asthma attack. I barely remember it, so whatever. I've been resting most of this evening and I'll probably try to get some more sleep here after my meds kick in. I just thought I'd update the world on my condition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Update for the Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is healing well. I still hae a week off from work because I'm still too bruised to get my work pants buttoned. Heartbreaking, I know. I feel so much better and all the testing came back...no cancer. Maybe now I can finish the painting around the house. Why waste the time off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-891573443534775679?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/891573443534775679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=891573443534775679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/891573443534775679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/891573443534775679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6209713959946805889</id><published>2008-09-25T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:17:58.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are in our new house....YIPPEE!! New carpets, new paint, new blinds...world of difference. Work is going well. If people would quit playing with buttons on MY self checkout. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the not so fun stuff. I was in the emergency room on Tuesday. This was not the not so fun part. The not so fun part began after all the blood tests and ultrasounds (even Tysgirl's favorite up the koochie version) when the doc walked into the room and said "Well your not pregnant, but you are growing human tissue on your ovary. Things like hair, teeth, nails and skin masses." Gee, thanks for being so cheery about it. I need to go in for surgery on it within the next few weeks. No choice and no putting it off. So in our great wisdom......G and I named it Quasi Moto. Figure if we can't have kids we might as well enjoy it. We are both being strong....I'm scared shitless. It was worse after I looked up the type of cyst online. It is called a ovarian dermoid cyst. The pictures of them are enough to make you want to hurl. Mine is already the size of my bladder. Time is running thin. I will hopefully get ahold of the follow-up doc tomorrow. Until then, me and my oxycodone have a date with a search-a-word and the couch. I'll try to keep updates going as I feel up to it. Maybe we'll have a "Quasi Shower" before surgery. Sounds like fun to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPDATE: Doctor office was reached, appointment on Monday and surgery most likely scheduled for Tuesday. Wish us luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6209713959946805889?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6209713959946805889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6209713959946805889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6209713959946805889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6209713959946805889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/09/roller-coaster.html' title='Roller Coaster'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6766443635237122142</id><published>2008-09-05T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T05:29:36.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Blog......For a Little While</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No worries....It's only until we get internet hooked up. But that could take a little bit. Between moving expenses and move in fees, we are a little straped for cash. I'm okay with that. We got our house a month early, things are going quickly. We will be painting tomorrow and moving shit in on Sunday. At least the big stuff. I got vacation for next week starting on Sunday so things seem to be falling into place. I am excited and nervous and excited and worried about money.....and did I mention excited. I think things will work out, just tight for a bit. This will be the first time ever for our own house...no neighbors on the other side of the wall, our own lawn (though it's not much of a lawn), and no "roommates" minus a dog and two cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish us luck...send donations if you like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6766443635237122142?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6766443635237122142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6766443635237122142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6766443635237122142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6766443635237122142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-last-blogfor-little-while.html' title='My Last Blog......For a Little While'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-645551552208115278</id><published>2008-09-02T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:53:13.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's The Way Spend Your Day Off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, I won't complain too much. At least I wasn't the one cleaning dog doo out of the yard. However I did start my day by waking up at 5AM. How the hell is that sleeping in?!?!?! Whatever. I was wide awake....that blows. So I made coffee, took the dog out and pondered what to do with my day. Since we are hopefully moving soon I decided that packing some of our useless crap would be a good idea, so I called the grocery store to have them hold some boxes. Then I decided we needed to get the carpets cleaned from Zoe housebreaking fun. So after a long hot shower off to the store we went, picked up boxes and bought carpet cleaning foam. But then I realized that I needed a new mop head for the carpet foam and a durable cleaning rag for the tough spots. So off to the other store.....their Starbucks' is better. More coffee in hand, I got to start the carpets and start the packing fun. Eight hours later.......I've cleaned the carpets and the boxes are still in the car. EIGHT hours......next time I am so just going to save time, energy and my back by renting a freakin' steam cleaner. I love the Resolve carpet foam.....for small spots, not years of stains made worse by puppy training. Bonus....in-laws are bringing home dinner. The hubby cleaned dog poop and mowed the field and yard. I am going to try to get laundry done tonight and start the packing thing tomorrow. And maybe...just maybe I'll be able to sleep in until at least 6AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW......Everyone keep your fingers crossed that the house will open up for us, we find out Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-645551552208115278?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/645551552208115278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=645551552208115278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/645551552208115278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/645551552208115278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-way-spend-your-day-off.html' title='That&apos;s The Way Spend Your Day Off...'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-4784610208643882367</id><published>2008-08-27T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:58:25.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic is becoming a sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jtewhatever/2804569560/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2804569560_9ea33b6390_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jtewhatever/2804569560/"&gt;Plotting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jtewhatever/"&gt;jenngeorge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry to everyone.....I've become an editing addict. I just can't help it. It's too much fun. So I am going to get a large selection going and then will be asking for your opinions on which pics for a calendar. I love a good voting game. It will prolly take a few more days to weeks.....but let your friends know, I want tons of opinions. Both here and on Flickr.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-4784610208643882367?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4784610208643882367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=4784610208643882367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/4784610208643882367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/4784610208643882367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/picnic-is-becoming-sickness.html' title='Picnic is becoming a sickness'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2804569560_9ea33b6390_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-5002969613193219720</id><published>2008-08-26T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:54:33.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Summer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Where to begin? It has been crazy around here between puppy training, work and fighting the plague. I am finally feeling better....thank God. I thought I would never gt over these bugs and injuries. But with the lack of help of modern medicine and good old fashion rest-fluids-repeat and stopping antibiotics early I finally got my health back to semi-normal. That's good for me. Luckily everyone else in the house only got minorly ill if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well, I am in charge of our new self checkouts which has been a fun challenge. I am on the phone with tech support at least twice a week. It's bad, they call back and ask for me by name even if I didn't call in the latest issue. We have one check stand that I lovingly refer to as the "Problem Child". Scale that doesn't work and a scanner that likes to try and scan when nothing is there. Fun times, fun times. At least it keeps me on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of keeping me on my toes.....Zoe is teething. She is hurting pretty bad and chewing everything in sight including our thumbs. She can't help it, she just wants her gums rubbed. We also tried to put her on a food for sensitive systems....skin rashes and bad tummies......she was allergic to it. Took a week for us to realize it....boy are we bright. Changed her food to Dog Chow and all is well again. Her training is going really well, I can have her off-leash if my MIL's dog is kenneled. He's aggressive so we try to keep them separated when possible. She has learned how to play fetch and listens unless she's tired or ouch from the teething. It just sucks making sure that you have allergy medicine and teething gel on hand at all times. Oh well, she's worth it. We can't leave her in the grass too long, she gets a rash all over. Food allergies are controllable, but she won't do her "business" unless she is in grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be moving here in the next month or so (I hope). We will most likely be getting int a small one bedroom house. At least it has a fenced yard and we can have the puppy and cats. We are excited to be one our own again.....finally. And not paying almost $300 a month in gas will more than cover utilties plus some. So wish us luck that the place opens soon. We are waiting for the current resident to go to a nursing home. She is in poor health but her family doesn't want to pay for her care. She is in a hospital right now and her family is pushing for her to go home and take care of herself or let her parolly grandson come take care of her. She would be better off in a home but her family is being horrible about it. I feel bad for her......but I want her house. So it would be a win-win situation for both her and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go finish making zuccini bread, the first batch is nearly ready to come out of the oven. So I need to go rescue them from the hubs and FIL. They are stalking the oven as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-5002969613193219720?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5002969613193219720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=5002969613193219720' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/5002969613193219720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/5002969613193219720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-summer.html' title='What a Summer....'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6750515131961944271</id><published>2008-08-01T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:03:02.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There A Doctor in the House?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you freakin' kidding me? This shit is getting out of control. Sorry, but I'm about to have a pity party. You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two months I have torn tendons in my hand, developed pneumonia, had swollen nasal membranes that ruptured (painful), ended up with pleurisy (Really Painful), food poisoning, bacterial strep and now........a new nasty head &amp;amp; chest cold with an ear infection (NOT FUCKING FEELING GOOD HERE). I'm so ready to shoot myself in the head. I am convinced my body is trying to destroy itself.  I know everyone gets sick, everyone goes through the "blah" days. But all this in TWO MONTHS!!! Really, I think I hit my breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm done whining. For the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6750515131961944271?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6750515131961944271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6750515131961944271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6750515131961944271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6750515131961944271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-there-doctor-in-house.html' title='Is There A Doctor in the House?'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-1880159732062568721</id><published>2008-07-23T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:38:10.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Shit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Where to begin? Zoe is training very well, we finally got her housebroken (I hope). One full week with no accidents of any kind. Off leash training........this one is going to take a while longer. Sit, down, stay, give, drop it, leave it, load up,  Zoe kisses and come are all going very well considering her age. She is only 14 weeks old after all. And at 14 weeks she is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23 lbs&lt;/span&gt;. Holy crap. Her cutest trick....she knows what" Bed Time" means and goes and sits by the bed. Yeah, I got her into the evil habit of sleeping with us. We figure by Halloween we will need to upgrade to a larger bed. That sucks, we have a custom bed frame. New pictures are linked to the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming off of light duty at work next week.....thank God, I am so sick of playing in back room. Although I'll probably still get stuck with it. I tore the tendons up in my left hand at the end of May.....of course I'm left handed. But all is healing well, so no surgery for me. YIPPEE!! Then I ended up in the ER last week for a floating rib pressing on my left lung and heart, that was a fucking blast. I thought I was having a heart attack with the electrical shocking feeling in my chest and all. I don't suggest it. I am so hoping for vacation in the next few weeks, I need to recover from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to say CONGRATS to......well she knows who she is. I am just so happy everything is going so well. You deserve this more than anyone I know......except maybe me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-1880159732062568721?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/jtewhatever/' title='The New Shit....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1880159732062568721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=1880159732062568721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1880159732062568721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1880159732062568721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-shit.html' title='The New Shit....'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-2203214475517330650</id><published>2008-07-16T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:06:33.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have add a few new pictures today. Again, I linked the page to the title of this post.  I will be adding some pictures of the kids that were here last summer. I posted pictures here last year, but this years photos will go to Flikr. I hope to get to those today.....or at least by Sunday. And THANK YOU again to Karen for checking out the pics and commenting. I love to read your guys' comments. They really make it all worth it. I know most of you have so much going on in your lives right now, I am just glad you come by and visit. Most of you are parents and such....I'm just glad no one judges me for being one of "those" pet people that babies their animals because they can't have kids of their own. My husband gives me enough crap about treating Zoe better than him. No worries.....he's full of shit and just likes to tease me. Butt head. LOL. But in some ways, he's probably right. I did scramble an egg to add to Zoe's lunch yesterday. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling....sorry. Too much coffee. Now I'll be running off to finish (OK, start) laundry. I might even clean the bathroom if the caffeine buzz holds out that long. Enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-2203214475517330650?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/jtewhatever/' title='New Pictures!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2203214475517330650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=2203214475517330650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2203214475517330650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2203214475517330650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures!!!!'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-2945344059316579842</id><published>2008-07-07T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:39:51.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Zoe's Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally got my Flikr page up and going. Click on the title of this post to go to the site. Of course it only has Zoe's puppy pictures there right now. I have just started it today in between loads of laundry and dishes, so more pictures will be added in the near future. This little girl has just been my absolute joy. She was in a litter of 11 puppies and the owners said if they couldn't get rid of them they would take the pups to the pond and drown them. Zoe had a bad injury to one of her pads and would have been the least likely to get a home. So I took her to my mom's house until I got off work and now she is spoiled rotten. I hope you all enjoy her pictures. So many have been deleted because she won't hold still that long. So expect a lot of sleeping pics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-2945344059316579842?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/jtewhatever/' title='My Zoe&apos;s Pics'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/jtewhatever/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2945344059316579842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=2945344059316579842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2945344059316579842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2945344059316579842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-zoes-pics.html' title='My Zoe&apos;s Pics'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-2921159735156768939</id><published>2008-07-04T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T04:31:52.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a GIRL!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/SG4Jc30N3LI/AAAAAAAAADU/xJATyKSRoc4/s1600-h/PICT4414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/SG4Jc30N3LI/AAAAAAAAADU/xJATyKSRoc4/s320/PICT4414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219119409792933042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Meet Zoe. She is our new blue heeler/pointer puppy. She is precious and almost listens 50% of the time. :) We just love her to bits. I'll post more later.....got to get to work and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-2921159735156768939?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2921159735156768939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=2921159735156768939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2921159735156768939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2921159735156768939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a GIRL!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/SG4Jc30N3LI/AAAAAAAAADU/xJATyKSRoc4/s72-c/PICT4414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-8439352440522272379</id><published>2008-06-15T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:45:19.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.......Nearly a month again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so I am slacking again. Don't hold it against me......I drive 100+ miles round trip for work 4 days a week, have three days off that all tied up between the family, laundry and doctor appointments. Yep, the fucking doctor. I tore the tendons and ligaments in my left hand and wrist about three weeks ago. Only in the last few days have been able to type a little bit with my left hand.......let alone even try to write. I'll be on light duty until the first of August......and I work harder at that than my normal duties. Luckily it was an on-the-job injury so they don't complain too much about the next 4-6 weeks of physical therapy. I did it right before my last day at the Tillamook store. At least I was still allowed to transfer. We have not moved yet, but are hoping to find a place by late July or early August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend a little time with my cousin Muffy* this last week. I got to meet her two boys, damn they are as cute as little buttons. We haven't seen each other since 1995 or 96. I'm not really that close to that side of my family anymore. I was the "problem child" and burnt bridges that can never be replaced. With this in mind, imagine my shock to hear that both Muffy and her brother wanted to see me during their family vacations. I feel very fortunate that they would include me back into their lives. I only hope that other people in my family will not "frown" upon their choices. I would hate to see any bad repercussions from our time together.&lt;br /&gt;We took her boys to the cheese factory and they seemed to enjoy it, especially the ice cream at the end. We then had lunch with our grandparents and caught up a bit and remembered the good ol' days. I was only sorry that neither of our husbands joined us. Her husband was away on a trip of his own and mine felt that I really needed to do this on my own. I think things went well. Hopefully next time it won't be so long in between visits. It's nice to have at least a little family back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Not her real name..........but the same name we've called her since she was a baby. Her parents weren't really that cruel, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am really excited about this bit of news...........&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Chantix (a wonder drug) I HAVE QUIT SMOKING!!!!!!!!!! After 20 years, it's about damn time. Not bad for a girl with no will power of her own. I have tried off and on to quit in the last few years. Everything from the gum (gross and burny), to the patch (allergic to the adhesive),  to the good old fashioned "cold turkey" (that almost caused a few felonies). This one worked though, even with missing a few doses here and there, six weeks after starting I had my first day with no nicotine. For several weeks I have been cutting down without realizing it. A few days ago I noticed that I opened a pack of cigarettes and finally finished it off.........almost 2 weeks later. One or two drags twice a day was becoming to much to handle. And today.......nothing. YIPPEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-8439352440522272379?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8439352440522272379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=8439352440522272379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8439352440522272379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8439352440522272379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/06/wownearly-month-again.html' title='Wow.......Nearly a month again.'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-517692672427704065</id><published>2008-05-20T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:09:05.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/SDNllvZFytI/AAAAAAAAADM/W2G_UGKH7Po/s1600-h/seaside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/SDNllvZFytI/AAAAAAAAADM/W2G_UGKH7Po/s320/seaside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202613693594323666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So this will be our home again. In a month or two, we will be moving back to Seaside. Why? Well let's just say I've been given an offer I can't refuse. New promotion, bigger paychecks, places to live that aren't all income contingent. Plus the hubby got an offer to go to school for a welding program, all paid for by grants and scholarship funds. It just seems like our best option right now. I've been helping out up there for several weeks and I love it. Besides, we missed our friends there. And it doesn't smell like cows. I just can't get used to that smell. Especially in 100* + heat. Eww. We lived in Seaside for 4 years before moving here....let's face it, it always felt more like home there, at least to me. 2 years and we still barely know anyone here. It feels like the right thing to do....at least for a few years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-517692672427704065?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/517692672427704065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=517692672427704065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/517692672427704065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/517692672427704065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again...'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/SDNllvZFytI/AAAAAAAAADM/W2G_UGKH7Po/s72-c/seaside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6845092592513885745</id><published>2008-04-18T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:54:26.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to thank you all for your support during these difficult times. I refuse to focus on the loss and heartache. I, instead, choose to focus my energies on getting well and beating my odds. My body is my own worst enemy right now and I plan on showing it who really runs this joint. Mind over matter (along with western medicine) will be my new slogan. I have also been doing research into acupuncture and other forms of therapy. I will overcome or go broke trying. My spirits are up....so are my happy pills....so I thank you again for your well-wishes and all of your support. You have all become a second family to me in the last several months. You have welcomed me into your daily joys, pains and even your life changing milestones. You make me laugh when I need it most, you make me cry when that's all you can do. But most of all, you make me smile and warm my heart everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,that's enough of that sentimental shit. Look what you made me go and do.....bitches. :) Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6845092592513885745?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6845092592513885745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6845092592513885745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6845092592513885745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6845092592513885745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-2024432962267121804</id><published>2008-04-17T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:40:17.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Someday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, so it happened again. Yep, I had another miscarriage. No worries, I finally found out why this keep happening to us. Turns out I have PCOS and severe endometriosis. So on Friday I will be starting on hormone therapy, Depo, pre-diabetes meds and then wait 3 months, check a bunch of blood work and go from there. The doctor was hopeful that if we got my condition under control, maybe we could try for a baby in a year or two. This condition is an extreme case because it turns out I've been misdiagnosed, and untreated, for at least 10 years. So from the ashes of yet another heartache comes a light of hope. It is about fucking time. There is also a chance of bad news....if things get worse after treatment, I may have to have a complete hysterectomy. But we won't think about that bit of news. I prefer to think that things will get better from here, not worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, my bad/good news for the week. This week better improve, I am getting worn out already, and it's only Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-2024432962267121804?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2024432962267121804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=2024432962267121804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2024432962267121804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2024432962267121804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-someday.html' title='Maybe Someday.....'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-565364625042276017</id><published>2008-04-05T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:28:26.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.....Has it Been That Long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy shit, I can't believe I have been slacking this bad. Since finishing my classes I've been working my ass off, without my raise. That should hopefully go through in the next week or so, complete with back pay. I have been working insane shifts that bounce between morning, noon, evening and graveyard. Minus the stupid people, things are going really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a great effort to better improve my life, including taking anti-depressants and improving my diet. I had a full blood panel done and found that everything is in good shape except the ever important cholesterol and triglyceride levels. Ouch, those were horrid. But with some simple changes I have lost 15 pounds and I will be retested in about 2 1/2 months. At least my blood pressure has dropped to a safe level. Since my grandparents and father have all had massive heart attacks, I worry more as I get older. All of them started having heart problems in their 30's. I plan to fix 30 years of damage before I end up in an ICU by 35. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things for the home life are getting better. Since I went on meds for my depression, my mother-in-law has also started on meds to improve her mood. Things are looking up, and the men around here are noticing a decrease in tension. There is more laughter and less crying and screaming. I think we are all improving slowly but surely. None the less, the hubby and I are hoping to get into a place of our own before July or August. It's just with my mother-in-law not working due to her medical problems, money is tight and it is taking everything we have to keep just one home afloat. If she gets her SSI approved then we can start saving for an apartment soon. Some days I quit holding my breathe. At least it is becoming easier for us all to live together. Better late then never, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be better about blogging around here, but at least I can always be counted on to leave my foul-mouthed laced comments on Tysgirl's page. It will take an act of God to keep my opinion out of there. Or her just finally blocking me because I hit someone's last nerve. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-565364625042276017?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/565364625042276017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=565364625042276017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/565364625042276017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/565364625042276017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/04/wowhas-it-been-that-long.html' title='Wow.....Has it Been That Long?'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6661913366910504245</id><published>2008-01-30T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T07:15:52.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day in Paradise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R6CR4rhgvQI/AAAAAAAAADE/32e2VaGHoSA/s1600-h/PICT0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 210px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R6CR4rhgvQI/AAAAAAAAADE/32e2VaGHoSA/s320/PICT0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161285575908572418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got stuck in the shit shift of graveyard last night. At least things went by quickly for a change. I hate changing sale tags. By the end of my shift my feet are killing me, I've had too many coffee and energy drinks followed by being wired for the next few hours until I might be able to crawl back into bed and sleep until 2 or 3PM. It makes for a crappy day of feeling like you got nothing accomplished. At least I got the federal taxes done for another year. Tomorrow I'll get the state finished up. Too much fun I tell you. I finally got my level 2 management training done...YIPPEEE!! All I have to do now is finish some paperwork then I will be a supervisor (PIC). It means working some later shifts, but it will also get me out of some of the shitty departments that I despise working in. And I get a big jump in pay. That helps. And here is a picture of some of our snow up on the hills to our east. This was early morning just before everything below 500 feet started to get snow. I enjoy just taking in some of the views we have around here. Drive 15 minutes in any direction and you could either be hiking in the mountains, exploring breathtaking waterfalls or strolling on the beach. I sometimes could kick myself for not taking more time to do some of those things. I try to get into the great outdoors at least once every few months. Living in such a diverse environment, you can sometimes lose your appreciation for it. Maybe I'll have to take some vacation time in the spring and just go enjoy life. Possibly, I'll remember what kind of paradise I really live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6661913366910504245?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6661913366910504245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6661913366910504245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6661913366910504245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6661913366910504245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Just Another Day in Paradise...'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R6CR4rhgvQI/AAAAAAAAADE/32e2VaGHoSA/s72-c/PICT0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6876523423581252955</id><published>2008-01-23T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:45:20.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Was Missed....or He Was Just Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R5eyG7hgvNI/AAAAAAAAACs/uI8SM8FSGhg/s1600-h/too+many+skittles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 198px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R5eyG7hgvNI/AAAAAAAAACs/uI8SM8FSGhg/s320/too+many+skittles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158787730303401170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is what happens when the hubby gets bored during my absence. If you can't see it well, click the image to make it larger. I took the picture a few months ago using the mirror to see the display. I was bored before work one day. This wasn't one of my favorites, but he found it while downloading some other pictures off the camera, I forgot they were even there. He photoshopped it to get it B&amp;amp;W then added the effects to it. I thought it came out great. He emailed it to me while I was out of town. I got home and it was our new desktop picture as well. I think he might have missed me a little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6876523423581252955?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6876523423581252955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6876523423581252955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6876523423581252955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6876523423581252955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-i-was-missedor-he-was-just.html' title='I Think I Was Missed....or He Was Just Bored'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R5eyG7hgvNI/AAAAAAAAACs/uI8SM8FSGhg/s72-c/too+many+skittles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-5099888820241065014</id><published>2008-01-10T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:00:54.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will be gone for the next week and a 1/2. But I am not dead. I will be on a business trip, my first to be exact. I will be working in Silverton Ore., staying in Sublimity Ore. and trying to visit a few of the sights while I'm there. I may go to the Oregon Garden and visit some of the several museums in the area. I don't think I'll make the trek down to Silver Falls, hopefully Beaver Boy and I will make that trip this summer. It is a beautiful area and I will enjoy my time, but this is the first time I will have been away from the hubby for this long in years. That part will be hard. He will probably enjoy the freedom, a new strip club opened up in Oceanside, maybe he'll go check it out. Doubt it, but if my step-dad comes down, he may not get a choice. Well, I got to finish packing and getting things in order around here. I'll take the camera and try to get some pictures from the area. Try not to miss me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-5099888820241065014?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5099888820241065014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=5099888820241065014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/5099888820241065014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/5099888820241065014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m Not Dead'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-8822153913982253095</id><published>2008-01-07T01:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:01:58.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own PSA......We Are Surrounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;IDIOT SIGHTING :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;We had to have the garage door repaired. The Sears repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a "large" enough motor on the opener. I thought for a minute, and said that we had the largest one Sears made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower. He shook his head and said, "Lady, you need a 1/4 horsepower." I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4. He said, "NO, it's not." Four is larger than two.." We haven't used Sears repair since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;IDIOT SIGHTING My daughter and I went through the McDonald's take-out window and I gave the clerk a $5 bill. Our total was $4.25, so I also handed her a quarter. She said, "you gave me too much money." I said, "Yes I know, but this way you can just give me a dollar bill back." She sighed and went to get the manager who asked me to repeat my request. I did so, and he handed me back the quarter, and said "We're sorry but they could not do that kind of thing." The clerk then proceeded to give me back $1 and 75 cents in change. Do not confuse the clerks at McD's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;IDIOT SIGHTING :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I live in a semi rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the DEER CROSSING sign on our road. The reason: "Too many deer are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;From Kingman , KS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;IDIOT SIGHTING IN FOOD SERVICE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the person behind the counter for "minimal lettuce." He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg lettuce. From Kansas City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;IDIOT SIGHTING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, "Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?" To which I replied, "If it was without my knowledg e, how would I know?" He smiled knowingly and nodded, "That's why we ask."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Happened in Birmingham , Ala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;IDIOT SIGHTING :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it's safe to cross the street. I was crossing with an intellectually challenged coworker of mine. She asked if I knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appalled, she responded, "What on earth are blind people doing driving?!" She was a probation officer in Wichita , KS &lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;IDIOT SIGHTING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker. She was leaving the company due to "downsizing." Our manager commented cheerfully, "This is fun. We should do this more often." Not another word was spoken. We all just looked at each other with that deer-in-the-headlights stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This was a lunch at Texas Instruments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;IDIOT SIGHTING :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I work with an individual who plugged her power strip b ack into itself and for the sake of her life, couldn't understand why her system would not turn on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A deputy with the Dallas County Sheriffs office, no less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;IDIOT SIGHTING :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver's side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. "Hey," I announced to the technician, "its open!" His reply, " I know. I already got that side."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This was at the Ford dealership in Canton , Mississippi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;STAY ALERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;They walk among us... and the scary part is that they VOTE and REPRODUCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Beaver Boy found this on some other site, we felt it was our duty to share with you, to help protect you from such stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-8822153913982253095?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8822153913982253095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=8822153913982253095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8822153913982253095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8822153913982253095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-own-psawe-are-surrounded.html' title='My Own PSA......We Are Surrounded'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-8132386291731184090</id><published>2007-12-27T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:03:45.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Survived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We have survived yet another holiday season. Things were as pleasant as can be expected. We spent the day before Christmas eve with my mother and stepfather. We all went out for dinner at a little diner in town. Christmas was spent here with the in-laws. Beaver boy made a great haul in the gifts this year....including a beautiful glass plater in the shape and color of a steelhead. I didn't do too shabby either....a new Eeyore bathrobe and pj's, and a new MP3 player amongst other gifts o' plenty. All in all it was a good holiday. Minus the fact that I had to be at work at 3AM the next day. We have our nephew here until Sunday, so I should probably get back to harassing him for the next few days. At least it gives me something to take my mind off of everything else that has happened in the last week. Things are better...no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-8132386291731184090?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8132386291731184090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=8132386291731184090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8132386291731184090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8132386291731184090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-survived.html' title='We Survived'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-933017740893633060</id><published>2007-12-22T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:45:05.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Could be Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Well things aren't great, but at least physically I'm doing better. Mentally, I'm still shot. I haven't made it through a full day of work yet, it still kills me to stand for that long. But today was longer than yesterday. Tomorrow I should be able to last a full shift. At least I hope so, I got bills to pay. As for emotionally......I lost it yesterday, crying over stupid shit and crap like that. I almost started that again today, but stopped myself. I just keep thinking that things are worse for some other people, I should be thankful for the things and people I do have and to stop mourning the ones I don't. It is hard this time.......but I resolve to make it through this as best as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I can. It's almost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;....one of my favorite times of year....I will beat this, I will be cheery, I will enjoy this...if not for me, then for the sake of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-933017740893633060?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/933017740893633060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=933017740893633060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/933017740893633060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/933017740893633060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-could-be-better.html' title='Things Could be Better'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-3277637664320302215</id><published>2007-12-20T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:50:59.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT Explaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you have read any of my posts on other sites, you may have noticed that I am feeling a bit stoned out of my mind today. Yes, I am on high amounts of pain killers. Yes, I am feeling a bit froggy today. No, I will not explain the last several days that have led me to be in this condition. It's the holidays....let's not ruin that last bit of joy I may hold onto. No, I am not dying in the physical sense of the word. Yes, at least one person around here will probably guess what the fuck is going on. Yes, that person may email me, but no posting what you think it may be. You know me fairly well. I'll deal with this in my own time. Christmas is not that time. So please just bear with the odd comments and some misspelled words. I'll be back to as normal as I get in a few days. Thank you for your understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-3277637664320302215?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3277637664320302215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=3277637664320302215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/3277637664320302215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/3277637664320302215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-not-explaining.html' title='I am NOT Explaining'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-1864531063152196168</id><published>2007-12-19T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:47:33.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stole This List From Tysgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Wrapping paper or gift bag?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wrapping paper...it brings out my creative side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Real tree or artificial?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artificial.....I have like 2 or 3 now, this year's is about 18" tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;When do you put up your tree?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No later than December 1st by 11 PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;When do you take down your tree?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever Beaver Boy says it has to go, usually around June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5.&lt;strong&gt; Do you like eggnog?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only in a latte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite gift as a kid?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CASH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Do you have a nativity scene? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ummm  HELL NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Hardest person to buy for?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My husband, he has expensive hobbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9.&lt;strong&gt; Easiest person to buy for? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My father-in-law, when all else fails a bottle of Jack Daniels is easy to wrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt; The worst Christmas present you ever got?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More knitted stuff from my mother, how many too big hats do you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Mail or email Christmas cards?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real cards are best....but I'm lazy most years so an email is usually what people get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost any Christmas cartoon, what can I say, I haven't grown up yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13.&lt;strong&gt; When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always try to start early.....usually I am still shopping by Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Recycled a Christmas present?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it was crappy, why not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ham.......and pumpkin pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16.&lt;strong&gt; White or colored lights?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colored and blinking to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grandma got ran over by a reindeer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Not since elementary school, and even then I'm sure I was faking it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Traveling or staying home?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staying home, happy the store will be closed, otherwise I'd be working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Angel or star on top of the tree?   &lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Star if those are my choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;What do you love most about the holidays?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being with people I love....and the food...and the presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-1864531063152196168?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1864531063152196168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=1864531063152196168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1864531063152196168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1864531063152196168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-stole-this-list-from-tysgirl.html' title='I Stole This List From Tysgirl'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-1905916008543365745</id><published>2007-12-11T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:39:17.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/w6ylxWcwkUM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/w6ylxWcwkUM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video just needs to be shared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-1905916008543365745?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1905916008543365745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=1905916008543365745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1905916008543365745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1905916008543365745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/cooties.html' title='Cooties'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-318640208286040006</id><published>2007-12-10T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:20:12.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is just one of those "whatever" blogs. What can I say, I'm just in one of those moods. It's after 11PM and I'm hanging out doing the laundry. My shift at work got cut today, but I'm not complaining, this is the first day in 3 weeks I'm not wasted on cold medicine. Sure, I'm still coughing a bit but at least I can breath. So I get 3 days off in a row this week then off to Salem for my third class. Yippee, that means I'm almost done. Only one class left after that. Maybe that will mean I will finally have more time on my hands. Okay maybe not anymore time, but at least more money. Things are getting back to normal around the area minus the hardest hits areas. But for the most parts things are normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally getting things together for Christmas. I got my mother and stepfather's presents done. The nephew is done. And my father-in-law's gift is nearly done. Christmas cards are written out and just need to be addressed and mailed. I am hoping that will be done Friday evening. I still need to get my mother-in law's gift and my difficulttoshopforbecausehehasexpensivehobbies husband. Computer gaming, trapping and fishing are not cheap hobbies to get gifts for. So I am thinking he may get gift cards and socks. Because he hates it when I buy him socks for Christmas. Especially socks that have a sticker on them that says "new and improved". I hunt for them every year. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year.....the lights, the cheer, the cards, the snow, the presents. This is one of my favorite times and has been since I was a kid. We rarely get snow in this area but the in-laws are kind enough to take me to go play in the mountains if we have snow on my days off. It is always a good time. The hubby and I usually get into a no-holds-barred snowball fight until one of us is injured or just plain can't feel our hands anymore. Yes, I am usually the one that ends up injured. But it is so worth the fun. So worth it.....I only hope I remember those snowball fights when I'm old and in a home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-318640208286040006?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/318640208286040006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=318640208286040006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/318640208286040006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/318640208286040006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-1788127301449423898</id><published>2007-12-09T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T09:09:01.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wg-p8lSvI/AAAAAAAAACk/mDlDLQ1-GWk/s1600-h/161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wg-p8lSvI/AAAAAAAAACk/mDlDLQ1-GWk/s320/161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142021135334198002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wgw58lSrI/AAAAAAAAACE/xqBSkgz8mEc/s1600-h/151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wgw58lSrI/AAAAAAAAACE/xqBSkgz8mEc/s320/151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142020899110996658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wgw58lSsI/AAAAAAAAACM/TVOWRf9Bk-I/s1600-h/152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wgw58lSsI/AAAAAAAAACM/TVOWRf9Bk-I/s320/152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142020899110996674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wgxJ8lStI/AAAAAAAAACU/z0soHbJlpN0/s1600-h/155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wgxJ8lStI/AAAAAAAAACU/z0soHbJlpN0/s320/155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142020903405963986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wgxJ8lSuI/AAAAAAAAACc/zfdK9ZYO8gU/s1600-h/156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wgxJ8lSuI/AAAAAAAAACc/zfdK9ZYO8gU/s320/156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142020903405964002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are some storm photos from the local paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-1788127301449423898?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1788127301449423898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=1788127301449423898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1788127301449423898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1788127301449423898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/storm-photos.html' title='Storm photos'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/R1wg-p8lSvI/AAAAAAAAACk/mDlDLQ1-GWk/s72-c/161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-7277844777484192794</id><published>2007-12-09T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:57:14.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So There I Was....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So there I was was, minding my own business. Next thing I know, State Rep. Ron Wyden is in the checkout lane right next to mine. Somewhere in the store is another senator shopping around. I guess it was a snack run in the middle of touring areas hardest hit by the triple play storms we got hit by last weekend. The hardest hit areas around here finally got power back yesterday after no power for many areas on the coast for a week. We were lucky here, no damage to the house, only small outages lasting less than a few hours and the river stayed back from the house by a foot or two. Our neighbors were not so lucky. They lost parts of their roofs, many trees on their property and a set of hearing aids. Several towns in our county lost power, had sever wind damage and flooding damage from the rising rivers. By last Tuesday, all there was in town was our store being open and tons of mud and muck to clean up. But we were all blessed. No storm related deaths or sever injuries. In one town over the mountain they are cleaning up everything and even knocking down some of the buildings. The whole town had to be evacuated, everything was destroyed. At last count there was over 14 tons of damaged items to be disposed of. It is all piled up at a central location in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my question......Why are politicians touring our town when so many other places are so much more worse off than we were? The news was reporting how our town so bad off, not so true. Many outlining communities were out of power for anywhere from 2 to 7 days, but we all pulled through it. Many of the mud packed areas were cleaned up by Wednesday. There are a few small towns close by that did have pretty bad wind damage and several families have lost crops, but we will pull through it, just like the flooding last year or in 1996. So all is well here. There are places out there much worse off, but here...we are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-7277844777484192794?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7277844777484192794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=7277844777484192794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/7277844777484192794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/7277844777484192794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-there-i-was.html' title='So There I Was....'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-52567173528811121</id><published>2007-11-25T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:40:54.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, So a Month is a Little Long....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, it has been a crazy time here on the coast. Between wind storms, classes and changing work schedules, I've had little time to sleep let alone post much. Thanksgiving was a drag...I had to work instead of going on our annual pilgrimage to Seaside to be with friends.  This is the first time we have missed the annual dinner party in four years. I was truly bummed out. On the brighter side, classes are going well and I'm half way through them. Bring on the promotion and bigger paychecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise life has been going well........Almost everyone in family has had or will be having a birthday soon, so we have been busy with that. Only a few more to go then here comes X-mas. Needless to say, we're broke. Tis that time of year, I guess. I'll get over it after Saturday. That would be my birthday. Ok, so I'll still care.......the next Saturday will be our daughter's 13th birthday, and before that one of my nephews will be 10. God, they grow up so fast. My godson is the only kid still in the single digits. At least they all know that Auntie is most likely only giving them a phone call this year. I'm lucky they are all okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to go get ready for work tomorrow....with so few days off, laundry has become a "hopefully tonight it might get done" thing. Last night was reserved for movie night, so I got some catching up to do. So even though it took me a month, at least I finally posted something. Good Job Me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-52567173528811121?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/52567173528811121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=52567173528811121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/52567173528811121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/52567173528811121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-so-month-is-little-long.html' title='OK, So a Month is a Little Long....'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-8185455771659257219</id><published>2007-10-23T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:01:57.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, I'm slacking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well it has been a busy week. I had my first training class on Saturday. It was supposed to a 4 hour class, we were out in less than 2. Not that I'm complaining, but a 216 mile round trip adventure for less than 2 hours of class seems a bit ridiculous to me. But whatever, at least I am now a quarter of the way through it. 1 class a month until January. I can do it. Every class gives you a project, this months was "problem solving using supervisory skills".  We were given 6 days to fax off our finished project, mine was done yesterday. One less headache for now. My project centered on communication break down involving new hires. I think it well, since they didn't have me redo it.....yes, that is what they do if it isn't "up to par". I devised a new worksheet for new hire packets that made each level from hiring to scheduling accountable for communicating the status of a new hire. Hopefully it will reduce people getting lost in the paperwork trail. At least that is my hope. My plan, if approved by division management, could be used company wide. That's a good feeling. Not all projects get flagged for corporate use, but when they do, it goes in your file and definitely helps in the process of moving your way p through the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm done being boring. But probably not, I'm a boring person by nature. I can't help the babbling either, I'm very excited for this opportunity. It's the first chance I've ever had to really move forward in a company. Who knows, maybe from here I can take over the world.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-8185455771659257219?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8185455771659257219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=8185455771659257219' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8185455771659257219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8185455771659257219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-im-slacking.html' title='Sorry, I&apos;m slacking...'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-235184237506579435</id><published>2007-10-09T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:41:03.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All is Getting Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I am feeling less like a train wreck....that's good. Still hurting a little deep down inside. Things are looking up though. Becoming Starbucks manager is no longer an issue. I was given an offer at work I couldn't refuse. I was offered  P.I.C. position....so after 4 months of classes and training my paychecks are going to double. I won't complain. This means that we should be able to move out next year....save money for a procedure....and get back to where we used to be. Things are certainly starting to look up. We will just have to see what happens from here. I am feeling better about where things are going. I was the only person who was asked to take the position....the only one who didn't express a wanting for the job. I am glad to see that the work I do does not go completely unnoticed. From here I can go to Asst. Manager in the next few years. My ultimate goal is to hit the corporate level within the next 17 years. I think I finally made to the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-235184237506579435?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/235184237506579435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=235184237506579435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/235184237506579435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/235184237506579435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-is-getting-better.html' title='All is Getting Better'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-1715365979859957498</id><published>2007-09-27T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T19:41:43.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope No One Reads This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am kinda having a down week. I keep hoping by some miracle I'll get pregnant, but alas I fail every time. I just realize more and more that no one will ever call me "Mommy". I had my chance years ago, and I gave that up. Someone else gets to be "mommy". I'll never get those times back. I'll never get to relive them through another baby. I'll never get to fix boo-boos, go through the first day of school, change diapers, wake up for 3AM nightmares. I lost my chance. I feel like a failure...I feel so.......sad. I spent the other evening in my room just crying while looking at baby pictures of "her". I wasn't sad because of giving her up. I am dying inside because I'll never get the chance to be the mother I know I could be. I realized today that I don't even know what she looks like, what her favorite color is, if she has a boyfriend. I just want the chance to start over. I did what was best at the time. I just didn't realize then it was my only shot. I want it so bad.....every month I sink deeper into a dark abyss. I don't know how to fix me. I'm scared of dying, yet I want to die. I love my husband, but I feel so empty. Alone in a crowded room. I don't talk about how this all really affects me because I fear the response I would get. "Move on, find something else to fill the void". I can't move on, I just cry some more. People all around me are either finding out they're pregnant or they are just having babies. It kills me to watch others get what I covet. It kills me more to see people abuse that gift. I am dying inside....and no one knows it. The life is being drawn away from me every time I fail. I am a failure. I am a waste. I am broken. I am scared................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-1715365979859957498?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1715365979859957498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=1715365979859957498' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1715365979859957498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1715365979859957498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hope-no-one-reads-this.html' title='I Hope No One Reads This...'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-5773791604576875255</id><published>2007-09-23T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:51:20.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a girl a break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alright, I've been slacking. I admit it. It has been crazy around here. I'm still feeling under the weather, but I've made it to work everyday. Good job, me. We are getting ready for company next weekend......3 adults plus 3 teenagers.....this should prove to be interesting. Our house really isn't big enough for that many people. The hubby took me to the "big city" for some shopping the other day. Of course I bought more Eeyore shit than even I know what to do with. But I didn't own any of those items yet, so what is a girl to do? I even bought a new purse.....that takes it up to 9 purses total, 8 have Eeyore on them. Yeah I know, it is bordering on an illness. Being the product whore that I am, I couldn't leave without more makeup, either. What can I say.....I have issues. Sorry, no chapstick purchases.....but I have enough eyeliner to stock a Broadway musical. Drag queens would be jealous of my collection. Since I used to do stage makeup for runway shows and school plays, it's amazing I don't have more. I cleaned everything out a few months ago, but for some morbid reason I still think I need to own 5 different eyeliners, 3 mascaras, 4 foundations, 12 eyeshadow compacts and liquids, and don't even ask about lipstick. These numbers are scary if you realize it has all been purchased in the last 3 months, and that I tossed everything that I had before. God bless my hubby, he has said nothing about the $$$$$ I have spent on makeup. Or cleansers, or clothes, or cleaning products, or.....shit this list could go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough rambling for now. I got to get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;BTW....Check the hubby's site for some interesting reads. He has posted some crazy stories he found. MBCBUYB will probably love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-5773791604576875255?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5773791604576875255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=5773791604576875255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/5773791604576875255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/5773791604576875255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/give-girl-break.html' title='Give a girl a break...'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-2061302359412114015</id><published>2007-09-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:30:29.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a BIG Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry for not getting here sooner. It has been a busy week. Monday was our wedding anniversary and tomorrow is the hubby's birthday. Work has been crazy....dead one minute and slammed for the next. Feast or famine has become a way a life for us. It's all good though, at least I am happy. I escaped work early today, though. I actually got all my shit done early. Probably a good thing since my stomach has been giving me fits all morning. But at least this means I can go back to bed for a few hours. I got home around 8:30PM last night and had to be up to get ready by 3:15AM. Not alot of resting time in there, considering it was almost 12AM before I actually fell into a "none-tossing-and-turning-give-me-another-blanket-why-aren't-you- cuddling-me" sleep. Why yes, I really am like that. I can't fall asleep unless the hubby is in bed cuddling me first. He is my personal bed heater. What can I say, I'm spoiled. Speaking of being spoiled, I'm going to go crawl back under the covers and hope my tummy feels better by the time I get up. Or maybe I'll just stay in bed all day, that works for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-2061302359412114015?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2061302359412114015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=2061302359412114015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2061302359412114015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2061302359412114015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-was-big-week.html' title='It was a BIG Week.'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-5958818872973999752</id><published>2007-09-08T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:18:36.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War with the hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RuMpfkzbbgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PCyu4WAz1iE/s1600-h/fairy+green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 301px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RuMpfkzbbgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PCyu4WAz1iE/s320/fairy+green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107972024800341506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RuMo3UzbbfI/AAAAAAAAABs/5-a23ZyoxKY/s1600-h/1332195640_98adb3da28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 282px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RuMo3UzbbfI/AAAAAAAAABs/5-a23ZyoxKY/s320/1332195640_98adb3da28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107971333310606834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So the one on the left is the original picture of the one that is now in the sidebar.  I decided to try some Photoshop work with it and that is one of the updated versions. The one on the right is the one on our desktop. I was playing around and hit a wrong key, that is how she ended up becoming transparent and picking up the background color. I thought it was a nice effect by the time I was done playing around. I also painstakingly removed the background roses. It was a bitch because the colors were so close. But I think for it being the first complex design I've worked with, it came out well. Now the hubby can complain all he wants about me putting stuff on the desktop, but he's the one that got the original pictures. And he is the one that should me how to play with Photoshop in the first place. He has only himself to blame. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-5958818872973999752?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5958818872973999752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=5958818872973999752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/5958818872973999752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/5958818872973999752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/war-with-hubby.html' title='War with the hubby'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RuMpfkzbbgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PCyu4WAz1iE/s72-c/fairy+green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6536658875467794092</id><published>2007-09-06T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:56:22.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RuCdG0zbbcI/AAAAAAAAABU/QEuonFPu8p0/s1600-h/PICT3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RuCdG0zbbcI/AAAAAAAAABU/QEuonFPu8p0/s320/PICT3435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107254718017269186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's my weekend!!!! Yea!!! Ok, so I'm a little excited. Now is it because it's weekend time, or because the hubby and I are celebrating our second anniversary on Monday? Probably the anniversary. And next Friday is his "29th" birthday. Now he has decided to enter my small little blogging world (I have a link to his page in the side bar). He thinks he can take over my world. News flash, I rule my world....that's why they call me Princess. LOL. Guess it's a good thing I love him so damn much. But he better understand ....I win. Speaking of the hubby .....this is a picture he took while out with his mom. Those birds are a bunch of pelicans chasing down bait fish (probably herring) out in the bay. I am told there were thousands of them out there. Hopefully this means that the salmon will start coming in soon. MMMM... salmon spread, smoked salmon, baked salmon and canned salmon. Then after a week of salmon overload....I'll be good for another year. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI.......evil manager bitch was given another write-up, given a last chance notice (next write-up is a 5 day suspension) and then if she screws up again.....she is so fucking gone, and I will have to move onto another goal. So, any ideas on what my next hostile take over move should be? What can I say....I'm very career minded, and stupid bitches that stand in my way (and can't do the damn job, by their own admission) must be disposed of to make way for people that can do a monkey's job without all the shit-flinging. Some call it catty or bitchy...I call it upper-management material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6536658875467794092?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6536658875467794092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6536658875467794092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6536658875467794092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6536658875467794092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-my-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s My Weekend'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RuCdG0zbbcI/AAAAAAAAABU/QEuonFPu8p0/s72-c/PICT3435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6907458213586328693</id><published>2007-09-03T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:21:11.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YIPPPEEEEE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, so I'm a little excited that summer is about fucking over. Sure, the hours at work will get cut, but that is great since that also means that the terrorists....I mean tourists all go home, the little vandalizing shits go back to school, and all becomes quiet in our little town. So....YIPPPPEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been blowing money likes it's going out of style this week. New clothes, new makeup, new "toys". It's not very often I get to splurge on my hubs and myself like this, so it's been fun. And he isn't complaining much. ;) It's otherwise been a quiet weekend. The in-laws are out of town for the week, so we get the house to ourselves with no bitching, complaining, or yelling. It's nice. I do wish Mom-in-law would go back to work though. It's rough with her here 24/7. Stressful. Let's just say she can get a little bent over the stupidest shit....now I'm no angel, but at least I can control my temper for longer than 3 seconds. At least when she was working she was only here on the weekends and things were great from Sunday night till Friday morning. Oh fucking well....... it will get better when we can afford our own place again. If I can get rid of the Starbucks manager, (and I use that term lightly), maybe I can get into her position, make $6 more an hour, actually give that department some real management, and work my way up from there. But first that worthless piece of shit has got to go.  We are getting closer.....3 write-ups in 1 week. Way to go, Dipshit!!! Ok.....enough bitching for one post. I got dishes to get done anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6907458213586328693?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6907458213586328693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6907458213586328693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6907458213586328693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6907458213586328693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/yipppeeeee.html' title='YIPPPEEEEE!!!!!!'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-1127728841137541902</id><published>2007-08-29T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:31:34.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Mutha Fuck God Damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So it has been a little bit since my last post. What the fuck do want from me? Okay, that is out of my system for the moment. What can I say.....I've been busy in the horizontal way for days. Considering I usually only do that a time or two a month, it's been a good few days. I have some serious deep seeded issues so it happens rarely, but it seems that during the lunar eclipse something happened........I spoke up about a few of my inner demons. He talked too. Now things are going better than they have in 6 years. Sorry TMI.....But I just had to say something to anyone. And since I have like only one reader...at least only one that ever posts replies....thank you Tysgirl.........I figured no one around here would mind my over-sharing. I think more people should over-share in a forum that it okay with it. I think it is a healthy outlet for the inner perv in all of us. What can I say...I'm a little twisted on several levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-1127728841137541902?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1127728841137541902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=1127728841137541902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1127728841137541902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1127728841137541902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/shit-mutha-fuck-god-damn.html' title='Shit Mutha Fuck God Damn'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-3797327564341015010</id><published>2007-08-21T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:01:19.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again....Some Men Do The Strangest Things</title><content type='html'>http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007380600,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And this makes the subject of the last post seem sane. I just don't get it. I thought they made devices for men to avoid this type of situation. Guess I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-3797327564341015010?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3797327564341015010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=3797327564341015010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/3797327564341015010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/3797327564341015010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/againsome-men-do-strangest-things.html' title='Again....Some Men Do The Strangest Things'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-7127860855480955016</id><published>2007-08-18T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:51:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a Man I Have to Meet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Lee_Riches&lt;br /&gt;This is a bio on Jonathan Lee Riches. This guy takes stupid lawsuits to a whole new level. If this just a drawn out way to get a new trial based for an insanity plea....I got to give the props. He is a sleazy lawyer's wet dream and a judge's nightmare. I got to show some appreciation for a guy who tries to sue the Ming Dynasty. That takes alot balls and make me want some of whatever he should be on. Shit, this was one of the best things I read this week, except for Tysgirl's episode with her backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-7127860855480955016?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7127860855480955016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=7127860855480955016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/7127860855480955016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/7127860855480955016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/heres-man-i-have-to-meet.html' title='Here&apos;s a Man I Have to Meet....'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-8173056742256869727</id><published>2007-08-16T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:45:12.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am So SICK of Insects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RsR7AkzbbbI/AAAAAAAAABM/3RoMGrQF1GA/s1600-h/PICT3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RsR7AkzbbbI/AAAAAAAAABM/3RoMGrQF1GA/s320/PICT3159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099335927899844018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What a crazy week so far. Camping was a bust, I turned into an insect all-you-can-eat buffet. That's right, head to fucking toe. My mother's birthday went well, the "SOOO, your now 50" survival kit was a big hit. She received prune juice with a margarita glass, some arthritis pain rub, Centrum 50+, hemorrhoid creme, a funeral planning kit, and my grandmother's favorite......the Poise bladder protection pads. What can I say....I have a twisted sense of humor. But so does Mom.....she loved it. Had the hubby's family reunion this last weekend too. What a fucking bore. The only fun part was when some drunk guys showed up at the camp fire having a good ol' time. They were hilarious. Other than that, yawn fest 2007. We didn't stick around for much, it's the same shit every year. So we skipped town and went camping for a whole day and a half. Yep...I wussed out after becoming bug dinner. Flies that bite, mosquitoes, flying ants, termites and bald-face hornets. That was enough for me. So back home to clean the house.....got the bedroom and laundry done yesterday. Today I get to tackle the bathroom and kitchen. Fucking yippee. The picture is from the 12th....my first official day of vacation. I have more pics on the camera still, but some are.....well let's just say the hubby should not have the camera when there are no witnesses to his evil plans. And yes....I was totally the victim.......or something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-8173056742256869727?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8173056742256869727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=8173056742256869727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8173056742256869727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8173056742256869727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-so-sick-of-insects.html' title='I Am So SICK of Insects'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RsR7AkzbbbI/AAAAAAAAABM/3RoMGrQF1GA/s72-c/PICT3159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-8934413145374720411</id><published>2007-08-11T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:26:47.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally made it.......my first week of paid vacation. We have a few things planned, like the mom's 50th birthday, (today). The hubby's family reunion, (this weekend). Camping for a few days and catching up on housework and a few new books I bought the other night. Hopefully we can keep it relaxing. I know that I just want to spend at least a few days with just the hubby, it has been so long since it was just the two of us, (we live with my in-laws). So I doubt I'll be here much, but I should end up with a few pictures to share. Have a great week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-8934413145374720411?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8934413145374720411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=8934413145374720411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8934413145374720411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8934413145374720411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-baby.html' title='Vacation Baby'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-3809281705766689708</id><published>2007-08-06T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:49:51.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I found this link on I Eat Snowman Poop's blog page......I just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;I am worth $2,304,254 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much are you worth?"&gt;How much are you worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-3809281705766689708?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3809281705766689708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=3809281705766689708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/3809281705766689708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/3809281705766689708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-hilarious.html' title='This Is Hilarious'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-2627091630989734673</id><published>2007-08-04T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:13:09.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1) People who shit in a public restroom &amp; can't manage to fucking flush.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who let their 3 year old piss all over the floor &amp;amp; laugh about how he "was marking his territory", he's not a fucking dog.&lt;br /&gt;3) People who bitch because a store is out of something that the store has no control over.&lt;br /&gt;4) People who bitch because there was 1 too many ice cubes in their fucking drink.&lt;br /&gt;5) People who don't keep their animals on a leash or in their vehicles while shopping then fucking bitch because their are asked to clean up where the dog just crapped in the front entrance of the store.&lt;br /&gt;6) People who won't listen when little Johnny has been crying for 2 aisles that he has to go to the bathroom, then slap the shit out of the poor kid for crapping his pants, (we called the cops for that one).&lt;br /&gt;7) Bosses who decide that they need to call you 9 times in a 4 hour shift &amp; come in to check up on you, even though you run circles around them &amp;amp; get the printer to work for their stupid fucking asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be done venting for the moment. Sorry, I had a shitty fucking day at work. Hence all the cussing and bitching. And yes, all of this happened in a 4 hour time frame. I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-2627091630989734673?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2627091630989734673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=2627091630989734673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2627091630989734673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/2627091630989734673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-9026070067682523637</id><published>2007-07-31T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:39:26.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Cappuccino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeegirlareyouquiz/cappuccino.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.&lt;br /&gt;You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeegirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;This so true is scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-9026070067682523637?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/9026070067682523637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=9026070067682523637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/9026070067682523637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/9026070067682523637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/coffee-girl.html' title='Coffee Girl'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-1090674452909586273</id><published>2007-07-31T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:34:39.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evilness</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 94% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the most evil person you know.&lt;br /&gt;The devil is even a little scared of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&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/4923822416562165385-1090674452909586273?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1090674452909586273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=1090674452909586273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1090674452909586273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1090674452909586273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/evilness.html' title='Evilness'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6414589981076734917</id><published>2007-07-30T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:39:01.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb199/JTEwhatever/PICT1942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 190px;" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb199/JTEwhatever/PICT1942.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Layla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb199/JTEwhatever/PICT1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb199/JTEwhatever/PICT1615.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Kody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb199/JTEwhatever/PICT1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 178px;" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb199/JTEwhatever/PICT1629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Alivia, Layla &amp; Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb199/JTEwhatever/PICT1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 180px;" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb199/JTEwhatever/PICT1835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Alivia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb199/JTEwhatever/PICT1890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb199/JTEwhatever/PICT1890.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The Braindon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6414589981076734917?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6414589981076734917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6414589981076734917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6414589981076734917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6414589981076734917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/kids.html' title='The Kids'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-8576407929025602146</id><published>2007-07-27T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:07:33.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.......I've Been Playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, I've had 5 kids at my house for the last few days. Not a one is mine. My nephew and 4 little kids that are related to my mother-in-law have taken over the back yard. They all have tents and are having a blast. I'll post some pictures as soon as we download them. At 31, I should not have my fat ass playing tag, hide-and-seek or any other game that requires running or jumping. Oh well......I hurt like a son-of-bitch, but the kids are have a great time and that is all that really matters. The Hubby even fucked up his ankle pretty bad, (pain killer bad), but he is still out playing around with them. I think we will have them for at least another 5 days or so. I will probably be in a body cast by the end.......so at least then I should be able to post more often. Hostel take over at work is going on schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-8576407929025602146?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8576407929025602146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=8576407929025602146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8576407929025602146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/8576407929025602146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorryive-been-playing.html' title='Sorry.......I&apos;ve Been Playing'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-3178620409686212050</id><published>2007-07-21T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T09:47:01.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Off?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RqI05O__hXI/AAAAAAAAABE/EI8araX3siE/s1600-h/PICT1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RqI05O__hXI/AAAAAAAAABE/EI8araX3siE/s320/PICT1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089688686765770098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally got a day off this week. Minus the early hours, it was a good week. Usually when I'm receiving clerk everything goes wrong and one of the big vendors tries to take advantage of my lack of knowledge. But this week I stayed on top of everything and got the shit done and had everything looking great. Even my manager said it was in great shape....that was a new trick for him. So this coming week it is back to the front of the store to deal with customers and a bitchy Strbux manager fresh from 7 months of maternity leave (yep, she's a fucking pussy who couldn't even  make coffee because of one excuse after another). Now I am not trying to be nasty about her leave or the fact that she was pregnant. But the bitch wouldn't do a damn thing after she found out she was pregnant because "something could happen to the baby". She had a normal pregnancy, healthy baby, no c-section.....and took an extra few months to help repair the stress from being pregnant. Did I mention that her mother is raising this baby? She's just a fucking pussy........and she comes back to work on Tuesday. At least 3 people I work with there are thinking of quitting when she comes back just because she is a bitch, rude to her employees and can't run that shop for shit. I used to do her job....I can say she can't run it for shit. So as everyone flies the coop.....I'm planning a hostel takeover..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-3178620409686212050?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3178620409686212050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=3178620409686212050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/3178620409686212050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/3178620409686212050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-off.html' title='A Day Off?!?!?'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RqI05O__hXI/AAAAAAAAABE/EI8araX3siE/s72-c/PICT1130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-503225235938060483</id><published>2007-07-15T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:56:49.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flicker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RpqjVADFFtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dGBtdX7If0E/s1600-h/PICT1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 201px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RpqjVADFFtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dGBtdX7If0E/s320/PICT1155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087558310253893330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;So there I was, minding my own business.......My cat (the retarded looking one) started going ape shit jumping from one window to another. I had heard some bird but was not really paying much attention since our yard resembles an aviary most the time anyways. I looked up from the computer and this what I saw...a flicker making its mating call into our front window. The picture quality sucks but it was taken through a screen so I was impressed it wasn't blurry. Another flicker was up higher in the Japanese maple and they have been flying all around our property doing the mating dance for the last several hours. The cats both finally gave up and fell asleep, thank god because I was tired of being their race track. At least during all this I managed to get most of my "to do" list complete. Except the part about cleaning house. I figure the guys will be well covered with fish slime, salt water and probably mud so why bother until after work tomorrow. At least I did the laundry so not everything I did was all about me today. Though I did enjoy the self-pampering. It doesn't happen often anymore. Off I go, now that my nails are dry, I can finally try to eat something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-503225235938060483?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/503225235938060483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=503225235938060483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/503225235938060483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/503225235938060483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/flicker.html' title='Flicker'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RpqjVADFFtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dGBtdX7If0E/s72-c/PICT1155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-4554777360625009342</id><published>2007-07-14T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:08:08.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I added a new feature....a poll at the bottom of the page. I hope I am smart enough to remember to change it. I also now have a feed at feedburner.com.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/CantHelpMyself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't ask me what all I am supposed do be able to with that add-on...but I am sure I'll figure it out just like the rest of this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else here is sleeping so they can go sturgeon fishing in the morning. Me....all about the sleeping in, doing laundry, clean up the house, work on some gardening, possibly add some highlights to my hair and redo my manicure kinda day. I just have to get all that done before an early bedtime of 6:15 pm. All this week I get to do the 4 AM to 12:30 PM shift at work while covering a vacation. BONUS.....no dealing with customers all fucking week, and the paper trail in this dept. is all caught up. It should a real easy week. Especially compared to a few weeks ago when we had some huge soda deal, the receiving area was a wreck do to 2 resets that week and we were about 3 weeks behind on the weekly paperwork. This week I have no huge sales, no paperwork, and only one small reset. YIPPEEE!!!!!! I love simple weeks. Now I even have my barista training done and only have around 3 or 4 things to finish for lead training. By the end of this month, hopefully everything will fall into place. Things are looking good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-4554777360625009342?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4554777360625009342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=4554777360625009342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/4554777360625009342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/4554777360625009342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-shit.html' title='New Shit'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-985713267914033812</id><published>2007-07-11T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:27:52.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Where I'd Rather Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RpURBGreTtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zYD239zPBSU/s1600-h/PICT0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RpURBGreTtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zYD239zPBSU/s320/PICT0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085990064855338706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is a small section of beach not far from our house. It is well hidden from the highway if no one is parked on the roadside. With all this heat...I'd rather be there than on my way to work. It is a beautiful place than rock-hounders love to frequent.  It is usually quiet and the winds are pretty calm. It's kinda fun to walk along and notice all the different animal tracks going to the tide pools. Deer, elk and raccoon tracks are everywhere. We once saw a doe and fawn walking back from the ocean edge. It is a great place to hide for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RpUQfGreTsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yPdjNwewG4k/s1600-h/PICT0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-985713267914033812?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/985713267914033812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=985713267914033812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/985713267914033812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/985713267914033812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-where-id-rather-be.html' title='This Is Where I&apos;d Rather Be...'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RpURBGreTtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zYD239zPBSU/s72-c/PICT0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-4498560871808419591</id><published>2007-07-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:59:33.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's True....100 degree temps do happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So there I was, minding my own business. Out of no where came 100 degree temps to my beloved coastal town. Let's face it......that is too fucking hot when you move here to enjoy the mild temperatures and anything above 68 is sweltering. Yes, I'm bitching because not only did I have to work today, but we are required to wear black slacks and khaki shirts. Black Dickies are anything but breathable and comfortable in this heat. Sure the store has AC, but do you think it works in my office.......shit no!!! It is only a 5x8 closet of space with the 2 computers that run everything financial in the building plus the safe is in there. Why the fuck would anybody want to put an AC vent in there?!?!?!?! So we run a couple of fans in the little room, not leaving much space to move, but at least our hot air is circulating. Tomorrow is supposed to be around 79, so hopefully the 20 degree drop will make me an easier person to be around. Customer service is a whore when you are hot and cranky. At least I have 2 weeks vacation to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-4498560871808419591?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4498560871808419591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=4498560871808419591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/4498560871808419591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/4498560871808419591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-its-true100-degree-temps-do-happen.html' title='So it&apos;s True....100 degree temps do happen'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-3570599244020338034</id><published>2007-07-09T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:03:10.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HiHoHiHo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RpKGNmreTrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7lJML3gpYCs/s1600-h/sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 171px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RpKGNmreTrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7lJML3gpYCs/s320/sunset.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085274497534021298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So it's back to work I go. Minus the sunburn we had a great weekend. We fed seals at an aquarium in Seaside, played at the beach in Lincoln City, bass fishing near Banks, and even managed to get some yard work done around home. Now it is the end of my mini-vacation, back to the salt mines where we have a new asst. manager that I get to try a plea with to get my real vacation this summer. At least we already have most of it planned out....camping, camping and more camping. Maybe some fishing. Hopefully no burning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-3570599244020338034?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3570599244020338034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=3570599244020338034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/3570599244020338034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/3570599244020338034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/hihohiho.html' title='HiHoHiHo'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RpKGNmreTrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7lJML3gpYCs/s72-c/sunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6105962500560310495</id><published>2007-07-08T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:28:07.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm a Wuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can't help it. Anything over 68 degrees and I'm whining. So we went towards Portland yesterday, it was 86. The husband and I went to go bass fishing, he caught one fish and I ended up with the mother of all sunburns. Off to the store we went........all the aloe gel was sold the fuck out!!!!!!!!!!!! So I am settling for cool showers, aloe lotion, and the sympathy of my husband to put the crap all over my back. Now all I dread is the idea of going back to work and having to wear real clothes again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6105962500560310495?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6105962500560310495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6105962500560310495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6105962500560310495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6105962500560310495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-im-wuss.html' title='So I&apos;m a Wuss'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-5947798257272418053</id><published>2007-07-03T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:04:53.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, thanks for the posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thanks for posting. First....yes he is holding a beaver. He is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;trapper. He traps for private land owners who have tried other methods for control, but alas, that beaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; in the pic was collapsing a small island and causing flooding damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RopvWmreTqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D4fZXkneK-8/s1600-h/PICT0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 179px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RopvWmreTqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D4fZXkneK-8/s320/PICT0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082997563571719842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Second, you wouldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;believe the "product consumption" for that pic of me...LOL. This here is a pic of the island this last winter. Now it is even more spectacular with everything blooming, especially the willo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;w near the bridge. I'll try to get some new pics soon. He also traps the nutria in this pond since it is an invasive species that is destroying  the coverts and roads throughout the  coastal area.  I support him, but they are kinda cute....and he forbidden from trapping any critters near the house that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; think are cute or adorable. Unless they kill a barn kitten, then all bets are off........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-5947798257272418053?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5947798257272418053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=5947798257272418053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/5947798257272418053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/5947798257272418053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-thanks-for-posts.html' title='Hey, thanks for the posts'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RopvWmreTqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D4fZXkneK-8/s72-c/PICT0567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-6205656759661840923</id><published>2007-07-02T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:19:54.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset on the Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RonpUmreTpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TnL1h6tBNiw/s1600-h/PICT0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RonpUmreTpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TnL1h6tBNiw/s320/PICT0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082850194653859474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;This has got to be one of my favorite reasons for living in the Northwest. We have some of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. This pic was taken from our front porch a few months ago. My hubby has a way with cameras. He loves to get these wonderful pictures. I change the desktop on the computer every time he gets some more. It's always best if a storm is moving in off shore. It's a good trade for the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-6205656759661840923?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6205656759661840923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=6205656759661840923' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6205656759661840923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/6205656759661840923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunset-on-coast.html' title='Sunset on the Coast'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RonpUmreTpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TnL1h6tBNiw/s72-c/PICT0382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-1488713925816937859</id><published>2007-07-02T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:18:41.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RonbtWreToI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPd7RCHN250/s1600-h/PICT0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 162px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RonbtWreToI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPd7RCHN250/s200/PICT0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082835226692832898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is my pic.....I wish it were better but at least I am wearing makeup...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-1488713925816937859?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1488713925816937859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=1488713925816937859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1488713925816937859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/1488713925816937859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-pic.html' title='My Pic'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WZbQ_P8C9kk/RonbtWreToI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FPd7RCHN250/s72-c/PICT0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-909352922968065822</id><published>2007-07-02T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:26:22.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why????</title><content type='html'>This is getting insane, I cry at the drop of a hat. All because I might not get to go camping in 100 degree heat and mosquito heaven. What the hell ever.......OK, so maybe I was looking forward to it, maybe I don't usually get weekends off. But to start crying....SHIT. I really need to get a grip on myself. At least I pulled it together before my husband could call back. I feel like I may snap one day.......hopefully not for another 20 years or so, but some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-909352922968065822?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/909352922968065822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=909352922968065822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/909352922968065822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/909352922968065822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-am-i-so-emotional.html' title='Why????'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923822416562165385.post-4656108621931281815</id><published>2007-07-02T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:53:24.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, here I go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My name is Jenn, and I'm pretty boring. I'm married to a wonderful guy.....though I have no idea how he puts up with me. I have an insane job that I don't know how I put up with it. Two cats that just lay around or annoy the shit out of us. We live with my in-laws.........later on that subject. My best friends live over 70 miles away, and I just can't seem to connect with anyone around here like that. We live on the Oregon coast, so at least we have beautiful scenery. What can I say, pretty boring.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923822416562165385-4656108621931281815?l=jtewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4656108621931281815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4923822416562165385&amp;postID=4656108621931281815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/4656108621931281815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4923822416562165385/posts/default/4656108621931281815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-here-i-go.html' title='OK, here I go'/><author><name>JTEWhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446433787612330272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
