<?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-7002769633173134671</id><updated>2011-08-28T08:32:28.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thinkings by Jess</title><subtitle type='html'>Buckle up!  It's gona be a bumpy ride!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-4884576838282815822</id><published>2010-11-30T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:50:57.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>Wow..been awhile since I've been here.  Alot has happened since May.  Still doesn't seem real.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;As I said in my last post, Mom was diagnosed with Esophageal Cancer.  That was May.  Within 2 weeks she was undergoing drastic chemo and radiation treatments.  They inserted a power port into her left upper side above her heart.  Every week they would come change the needle and take her vitals from home.  She was given a substance called TPN that was her nourishment since she wasn't able to eat or drink.  She was hooked up to that for 18hrs a day.  Things were going good.  Tumor was shrinking, she was starting to eat again...Then one Friday, the nurse came and attempted twice to insert the needle to her port.  The next day, she came back and tried again.  Sunday morning at 2am, I was rushing Mom to the ER.  She had developed an infection in her port.  She was transfered to the University of Chicago.  An hour away.  This was the weekend before the 4th of July.  She spent a week in the hospital there.  Her port was removed and what was thought to be all of the infection was removed from her body.  That's the week she started losing her hair.  Things just started spiraling downhill from that point.  I took her to her chemo appointment one Friday. They sent her to the hospital because her fever had spiked.  I sat with her for 5 hours in the ER.  3 days later, she was unresponsive and in the ICU.  She spent the last 2 weeks of her life in hospice.  She would come and go.  Sometimes we got responses out of her.  But not often.  When she finally passed away, she waited, like we knew she would, til everyone was gone.  She waited til her mothers husband had come to be with her mother so that Nancy wasn't alone.  She went quietly on August 11, 2010 at the age of 54.&lt;br /&gt;It's a day to day struggle with me.  I miss her so bad.  My children miss her horribly.  My husband misses his Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;I suffer from alot of guilt.  If only I had followed my gut and got her to the hospital as soon as I knew she was in pain.  I shouldn't have let her talk me out of it.  I shouldn't have left her alone with that nurse.  I should have taken better care of her.  I'm so sorry to her, and to the family for not taking better care of her. &lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was so.....incomplete with out her. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas was her favorite holiday. &lt;br /&gt;I keep her Urn in the kitchen because that was her favorite place to be.  The kids all say "Hi Grammy" when they see the Moon because she always said, no matter where we all are, we always see the same moon.&lt;br /&gt;I look for the Moon every night, and I think often how during her last few moments on this earth I stroked her face and told her how much I loved her and she said "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 12, 2010, my grandmother passed away in the nursing home.  She had stopped eating.  She had stopped responding.  Unlike Mom, Nanny had lived a long full life.  She was 86 years old when she passed.  But that didn't make things any easier.  I was Nanny's girl.  I was the only granddaughter, so I was a bit on the spoiled side..lol&lt;br /&gt;I take comfort knowing though that Mom was there when Nanny went and that together they are home. &lt;br /&gt;But it still hurts like a bitch and I just want to go and SCREAM sometimes.  Within 2 months, I have lost 2 of the most important people that have ever been in my life.  Please tell me it gets easier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-4884576838282815822?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4884576838282815822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=4884576838282815822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4884576838282815822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4884576838282815822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-615690244954675294</id><published>2010-05-28T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:35:15.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One step forward..4 stumbles back...</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago my mother in law went into the hospital to have a scope done of her esophagus.  She has dramatically lost weight in the past 2 months and can't get any food or liquid to go down without it coming right back up.  We thought it was a side effect from her having gastric bypass surgery back in the early 80s.  Basically scar tissue built up.  They were gonna clear it.&lt;br /&gt;What they found was a hot dog sized tumor.&lt;br /&gt;What they discovered next was that it's cancerous.&lt;br /&gt;Esophageal Cancer to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst you can get.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't drink.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Never has.&lt;br /&gt;Gastric reflux.&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;Good news.  She works for a Doctor who knows his shit.&lt;br /&gt;She works for a Doctor who thinks the world of her.&lt;br /&gt;He has pushed this all thru so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Within the 2 weeks we have known, she has already been receiving fluids to bulk her up.  She is scheduled for chemo next week.  And then she will go to Chicago for surgery to get that bastard out of her throat.&lt;br /&gt;I think the world of her.  I don't consider her my mother in law.  She is my mom.  She is my friend.  She holds a very dear place in my heart.  I've been praying like crazy for her.  She's made me promise to keep joking with her about all this.  To keep it light.  I'm trying my damnedest.  I've already promised that if she loses her hair, mine goes to.  She laughs and tells me I don't have to do that, but I want to.  I don't want her to be alone in that. &lt;br /&gt;I met her the day of my wedding to her son.  I was literally in my underwear getting dressed when in she came.  lol  15 years later, I don't know how I've made it without her.  I don't know how I will make it without her.  I'm praying......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-615690244954675294?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/615690244954675294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=615690244954675294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/615690244954675294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/615690244954675294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-step-forward4-stumbles-back.html' title='One step forward..4 stumbles back...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-3584833238979694529</id><published>2010-04-15T09:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:56:10.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's SPRING!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes...it has been a looooooooooong while since I've posted anything on here...But I'm posting now so get off my back!  It's Spring and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have happened in the last year.  I moved me and the kids up north to live with my mother-in-law.  Didn't make the hub to happy.  I felt the need to get his attention.  And if I didn't get it this way, then I would be getting on with my life away from him.  Well...Seems I got his attention.  We have been working on things the last few months and things are moving in the right direction.  So far so good.  After school is out, I will be moving back in with him and we will be in a new, and bigger house thanks to a friend of ours who is in the Army and is stationed in New York now!  lol&lt;br /&gt;The kids are super excited.  They can't wait to move back and they can't wait to be with their Dad again.  They've noticed a difference in him too.  We've also gained 2 rotten dogs so our family is growing!  lol&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I am doing great...and I will try to keep up more.  So get off my back Hooker! &lt;br /&gt;xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-3584833238979694529?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/3584833238979694529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=3584833238979694529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3584833238979694529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3584833238979694529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-spring.html' title='It&apos;s SPRING!!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-8414632491005699796</id><published>2010-01-01T16:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:32:59.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>life is crappy.  could be worse.  that's my update..happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8414632491005699796?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8414632491005699796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8414632491005699796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8414632491005699796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8414632491005699796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-5446423141947792664</id><published>2009-11-17T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:27:03.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-5446423141947792664?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5446423141947792664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5446423141947792664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5446423141947792664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5446423141947792664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-6735727041383040651</id><published>2009-08-04T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:02:24.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SniTROtQhLI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2GIZxkWhDbk/s1600-h/lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366200880226927794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SniTROtQhLI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2GIZxkWhDbk/s320/lake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the view from where me and the kids are living now.  School starts August 19.  And believe it or not, they are all 3 excited to go to a new school.  We are taking things one day at a time.  And we are hoping Daddy works some inner issues out with himself and gets better.  Until then, we are with Grammy and Aunt Sarah and Uncle Aaron and cousins Gracie and Emma.  We are home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-6735727041383040651?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6735727041383040651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=6735727041383040651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6735727041383040651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6735727041383040651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-page.html' title='Another page'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SniTROtQhLI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2GIZxkWhDbk/s72-c/lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-435674051015610748</id><published>2009-07-06T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:23:48.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy July</title><content type='html'>Greetings Earthlings.  Time for an update.  I've been at my In-laws for the last month.  Thinking hard about staying.  My loving husband has not botherered to call me or his children unless I give him hell.  Our daughter has her own phone.  So he can not use me as an excuse to not call his kids.  I have to go on his Facebook or talk to other people to find out he's been in a parade, and he's looking into re-enlisting in the Army active duty.  Isn't this a decision that should be made with your spouse?  I guess not.  He spent my savings too.  Says he paid bills.  Gee thanks.  Not like I was gona use that money to feed the kids or buy thier school clothes or anything.  My biggest worry is transfering the kids in school.  Tater will be starting Kindergarten.  That's a whole other worry...lol  Drew will be in 3rd grade.  I know he will adjust ok.  But my Kam..she's  gona be a 7th grader.  13 in October.  That makes it harder to start over.  Lots of plus things to moving back up here.  I will have a doctor for the kids, I will have support and the kids will have a roof and be fed.  More job opportunities for me.  Negative is the school switch, and the fact that I recently got back in good standing with my family.  Hadn't spoken for 9 years and now we do holidays and hang out together.  Speaking of which.  I need to email my brother.....&lt;br /&gt;Lots to think about.  Lots to pray about. &lt;br /&gt;My hair is falling out again.  I'm crying alot at night.  My head hurts, and my stomach hurts.  My heart hurts most of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-435674051015610748?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/435674051015610748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=435674051015610748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/435674051015610748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/435674051015610748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-july.html' title='Happy July'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-5238235640976097725</id><published>2009-06-10T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:52:26.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Hello all!  Thought I'd let you know I am still alive and kicking.  Rumor mill has it they are regretting firing me..hehe...oh well..their loss.  New people don't want to stay and they are now realizing how much I did and how much butt I saved.  I've got parents saying they'd take their kids out of the school and send them to me in a heartbeat..To bad for the school..&lt;br /&gt;I'm visiting with my favorite inlaws.  Mommy-in-law and Sista-in-law.  Down side..I have Strep Throat once again.  That makes 3 times in the last 2 months.  Good thing my Mommy-in-law works for a doctor who can make me all better..at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gona make this short and sweet I guess.  Will be in touch when I can.  Take care all!  And thanks so much for all the support you gave me!  Makes a girl feel right good ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-5238235640976097725?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5238235640976097725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5238235640976097725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5238235640976097725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5238235640976097725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-5502178185845787136</id><published>2009-06-04T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:38:30.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Update</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official..I am back to being a full time domestic goddess.  Turns out that the lovely state I live in is a "no fault"state.  Which in a nut shell means, I got screwed royally and didn't even get dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Employers can fire you just because. &lt;br /&gt;Churches are exempt from paying the unemployment tax.  Which means, that the unemployment I filed for, I was denied.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter that they are a business that has filed with the state.&lt;br /&gt;Also doesn't matter that according to their staff handbook they had me sign, they failed to follow their own proceedure in firing me.  But state law says that staff handbooks are not the law, so basically they are a waste of trees. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters.&lt;br /&gt;Indiana is a crock of shit state.&lt;br /&gt;I loved my job.  I loved my students.  But apparently it wasn't the job for me.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, my mommy in law is coming to visit this weekend.  She will be taking my 2 oldest kids back north with her for about a month for some visit time.  Not sure how I'm gona act when they leave.  I'll miss them terribly...I do know that for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently made aware of this super talented and entertaining guy by the name of Nick Pitera.  I saw some of his videos on youtube, then came across his blog.  I highly recommend you check him out. He's a cutie to top it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nickpitera.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nickpitera.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that David Carradine passed today.  That is sad and disturbing to me.  Especially after hearing how they found him and such.  Makes you wonder what his last thoughts wereand why he thought he had no other way out.  What would make someone do that..I hope he's found peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late, and my mind is starting to wonder.  So I'll just say goodnight! &lt;br /&gt;p.s. Miss you Yotey!  Come back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-5502178185845787136?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5502178185845787136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5502178185845787136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5502178185845787136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5502178185845787136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-update.html' title='Thursday Update'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-9098058340024178198</id><published>2009-05-28T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:53:06.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT.....THE....FOCK!!!!????</title><content type='html'>I got fired today....8 months of working my ass off for those people and they fired me!  No warning, no probation, nothing.  I was told there was many parent complaints that I was rude and I yelled.  There is no documentation backing this up.  I was recently given a raise, and sent home a letter stating what a valued employee I am.  Yesterday we received new schedules and I was asked if the hours given me would work for me.  9-1, hour break, 2-4...Yes that works.  Started that new schedule today.  Called me back in after hours and informed me I was terminated.  Boss said she wanted me to at least finish the week, and possibly next week since our preschool graduation is next Friday.  Yet she tells me that the church wanted me gone this morning.  HELLO??  jAnd to top it off, she told my best friend before me that they were releasing me!  FUCK YOU!!!  I'm not playing that stupid shit.  If I'm not good enough to work for you, I am not good enough to speak at your graduation.  I can't believe this.  I've never been fired from anything!  I feel like such a shit now.  For the record, I am not mad at my best friend for not telling me.  She did right.  If I had known, I would have been a shit and it's not the kids' fault.  I wouldn't have wanted to work.  She also didn't tell me because she was still trying to talk the boss into NOT firing me.  Oh well.  They are gona be hurting because even the other employees say that I did all the shit there.  Now there is noone to do the parent boards and parent letters and noone to do the curriculums now.  I had that done up to August.  I took it home with me.  They are not gona profit off MY work.  UGH!!  What a shit filled night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-9098058340024178198?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/9098058340024178198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=9098058340024178198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/9098058340024178198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/9098058340024178198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/05/whatthefock.html' title='WHAT.....THE....FOCK!!!!????'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-9194438817011451846</id><published>2009-05-20T21:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:22:30.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick and throwing up with a sore throat.  I've missed 2 days of work.  But on the plus side, Chris won on American Idol.  He's a cutie.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-9194438817011451846?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/9194438817011451846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=9194438817011451846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/9194438817011451846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/9194438817011451846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-2290812929458963168</id><published>2009-05-14T22:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:17:50.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Thursday Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Im BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK Bitches!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2290812929458963168?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2290812929458963168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2290812929458963168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2290812929458963168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2290812929458963168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-thursday-night.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday Night!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-9143214433231296210</id><published>2009-03-27T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:22:17.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I get internet back in 2 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  Maybe less!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hip Hip HOORAY!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;See you all soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-9143214433231296210?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/9143214433231296210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=9143214433231296210' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/9143214433231296210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/9143214433231296210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-1419075002487254093</id><published>2009-03-16T15:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:18:32.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah</title><content type='html'>I got into trouble for blogging at work.  Boss' daughter came in and read over my shoulder what she shouldn't have been reading after assuring me she wasn't and had not been reading over my shoulder, then proceeded to go home and tell her mother she was upset and offended by what I had said.  She's 18.  Guess it will be awhile before you hear from me again.  Much love to you all.  XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-1419075002487254093?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1419075002487254093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=1419075002487254093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1419075002487254093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1419075002487254093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/03/bah.html' title='Bah'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-9125869123298518363</id><published>2009-03-05T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:04:07.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes Around DOES Come Around</title><content type='html'>Greetings fellow bloggers..Once again I am back..not really but yeah. I still don't have internet at home so I am doing this at work. Very bad girl I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of this post is this. I was checking my alternate email the other day. I rarely check it. And I found an email dated February 20, 2009. Shows you how often I check my email huh..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is the email....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jessica... I'm sure you remember me.. I wrote *****(insert my hubs name here) like 2 months ago... not sure if you read the letter or not. Anyway.. I just want to tell you that I have two kids. Rayna is almost 2 and Kiya is 7 months... i was with the man of my dreams and 3 weeks ago he left me for another woman. I knew it was going to happen to me because Karma is a bitch... I wish I could express how sorry I am for ever ounce of pain I have ever caused you and your family... if I could I would take it back in a second! I don't think anyone should feel the pain that I am feeling right now! Fortunately **** was thinking and didn't leave you and your family. Mine did and it's killing me... i've never felt so much pain in my life! So I just wanted to say that I am so so so so so so sorry... I think about what I did every single day and I am so sorry... I don't expectyou to ever forgive me... I just needed to tell you that. Alicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the little skank wh0re who stepped into my marriage....This is the little teenage cunt who had an ongoing relationship with my husband for a year and a half. This was when I was pregnant with my youngest son. This is the slut that helped stress me out so bad that I ended up on a heart monitor. When Tater was born, the stress had affected him so much he was put in the NICU. This little shit actually cussed me out and told me that I was worthless and my husband didn't want me cuz I was a bitch.  Even had her sister emailing me and blah blah blah...Well, I told this little girl that she would eventually get hers for messing with my husband. It took years, but she finally got hers. Now for the record, I just want it to be known, that I do NOT blame her 100%.  It does take 2.   And I have dealt with my husband in my own way. &lt;br /&gt;But anyway...Karma..yep....I told her.  I said that one day, she would find someone to be with and she would think it was her fairytale.  I told her that she would have children one day.  And that it doesn't matter who you are.  This would happen to her.  She told me that there was no way it could happen.  She knew how to keep a man and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;4 yrs after the emails and the fighting and the healing process..I get this email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help laughing my ass off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-9125869123298518363?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/9125869123298518363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=9125869123298518363' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/9125869123298518363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/9125869123298518363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-goes-around-does-come-around.html' title='What Goes Around DOES Come Around'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-8554788846811969843</id><published>2009-03-03T14:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:54:11.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality hits hard sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Friday night I was out with the girls for our yearly "It's Mindy's birthday, lets go be retarded" girls night.&lt;br /&gt;We had just pulled in the parking lot when my cell phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it's my Mom (cuz everyone knows Daddy can not use the phone..or does not..either way, he rarely uses it) I answer..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello&lt;br /&gt;response..."Jessica?  It's your Dad"&lt;br /&gt;Immediately my heart stops and I go "what's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;My Mom had been admitted to the hospital.  Blood Clot in her lung.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me, know that my relationship with my Mom has been...rocky?  To put it nicely.  We did not speak for 9 years.  Only been back in each others lives almost 2 yrs now.  So this made things even worse. &lt;br /&gt;All sorts of thoughts go thru a persons head.  Especially when you are out of town and have no way to get to the one you need to get to.  I couldn't get to her til the next afternoon..and when I walked in, reality hit. &lt;br /&gt;My mom could die. &lt;br /&gt;She looked so tired and old all of a sudden.  She was sleeping when I came in and her best friend was sitting with her.  She filled me in on Mom's latest, asked me if I was gona be there for awhile then took off to give me time with Mom whom was by then awake.&lt;br /&gt;Then to add to my worry, in walked my Dad's 2 sisters.  One of which hasn't really spoken to my mother and vice versa for years....Another long story on that whole situation.  Just another item to add to my "omg" moment. Cuz the shock of them walking in...wow....&lt;br /&gt;But today...today I have good news.  My Mama is home.  She was released this morning. I'm nervous that they released her to soon since they don't know if the clot is gone yet or how big it is.  But what do I know? I've had lots of support and a rally of good people whom have made a prayer circle.  My Aunts and my parents are on good terms (for now) and I've realized how blessed and lucky I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8554788846811969843?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8554788846811969843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8554788846811969843' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8554788846811969843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8554788846811969843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/03/reality-hits-hard-sometimes.html' title='Reality hits hard sometimes.'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-5385782242221897289</id><published>2009-02-26T11:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:44:19.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not perfect</title><content type='html'>No one has to tell me I'm not perfect. I know this. I've never claimed to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really book smart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a brave person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a singer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not attractive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am VERY opinionated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very loyal to the ones I love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm truthful....When I speak.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm distrusting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;I'm there for my friends when I can in my own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when I see injustice.  When my friends are headed for destruction or someone is doing something bad to them.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to overreact easily&lt;br /&gt;My mouth often gets ahead of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually in constant need of approval.&lt;br /&gt;I can be very needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I come on way to strong most of the time.  But usually that's only for what I think is right.  I refuse to let my friends be walked on or to head into trouble without my voice.  I know it's their life, but I feel I need to help.&lt;br /&gt;I often find myself making snide remarks whenever I can just to "prove my point".&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type that does not talk about people behind their back without letting them know what I've said.  That's not the type of person I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treat the ones I care about the way I want to be treated.  With honesty and trust.  If they see me headed for disaster, I expect them to speak up.  That's what a true friend does in my eyes.  They stand up for you.  They protect you and love you and help you along your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I come off as judgemental, or mean.  That's not my intention.&lt;br /&gt;My motto...If I don't give a shit about you, I won't even bother.&lt;br /&gt;That's who Jess is.  Love me or leave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-5385782242221897289?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5385782242221897289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5385782242221897289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5385782242221897289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5385782242221897289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-perfect.html' title='I&apos;m not perfect'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-1878684555103411612</id><published>2009-01-22T07:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:48:30.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2009</title><content type='html'>Hidy Ho peoples..I'm still alive!&lt;br /&gt;Still no internet at home.  That blows big donkey dork for sure.  I'm still working at my daycare/preschool and LOVING IT!!!  Finally a teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Kids are doing great in school.  Kam is still adjusting to the classes but doing good. Drew got glasses and is a total little hottie.  Tater is become more independent of me.  Not so sure I like that.  But what can I do?  lol&lt;br /&gt;Marriage.  Well, that's a different story.  As of right now, I am sticking it out til June.  Then the kids will be going up north to stay with the inlaws while I move out here and place things into storage.  Then I'll move in with my friend for the summer while I finish up my work contract.  Will be moving myself north before school starts.  Crazy as it may sound, I'll be living with my mother-in-law.  Hub says he can make some changes before then.  We'll see.  Not sure I can handle it anymore.  Lies, the emotional affairs, the disrespect...the boys are starting to act just like him.  And Kam..well...she's smart and knows alot more than I give her credit for.  She asked me if Daddy and I were gona get a divorce.  I told her it my happen.  Her response.."well, maybe that will be good for both of you."  She's 12.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all I got for now.  I'm at work and not suppose to be on the computer..lol  Getting ready to get the kids day started here.  Almost time for Circle Time.  Good thing about this all is that with my job, I know what to do.  My boss is helping me with getting all the appropriate phone numbers and contacts and training me to be a director so that in the future I can own and operate my own daycare.  Something me and my sista have discussed. &lt;br /&gt;Things will happen the way they are suppose to.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well on your end.  I don't get to cruise the blog circuit any more.  Take care!  Miss you all more than you know!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-1878684555103411612?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1878684555103411612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=1878684555103411612' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1878684555103411612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1878684555103411612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-377429566440878410</id><published>2008-11-06T06:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:46:08.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November Update</title><content type='html'>Happy Thursday everyone.  Lots has happened in the last month that I had to take the time out to up-to-date you all!&lt;br /&gt;My Kammy turned 12 last week.  Yes 12.  It sucks ass big time!  lol&lt;br /&gt;Today my little Taterman is 5.  That sucks just as bad.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could put some pics of them up but alas.  I have no internet at home and I am using the computer at my nifty job so therefore I can not put pics up.&lt;br /&gt;Work is going great.  I've been promoted.  No raise, but the title is nice.  lol  Lot of work teaching preschool.  LOT of work.&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I just got over a nasty case of stomach flu.  Nasty little bugger it was.  Coming out both ends.  But thankfully it only lasted a few hours.  Pants are looser now.  Always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Marital bliss is not so bliss.  Found some nice little text messages on his phone from "someone" who gets "butterflies at the thought of kissing him"&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he has NO idea who these came from and I'm just an idiot.  Just another line to add to the long list of BULLSHIT I guess.  Especially since his female coworkers are ganging up on me now and informing me on my myspace that he had divorce papers waiting on me and that they are not the ones he is seeing.  Then proceeded to act REAL childish and post blogs about how stupid I am and what a jealous bitch I am.  Then proceeded once more to attack my friends whom defended me.  Of course, I didn't stoop to their level and I didn't read all of it.  Hub claims he took care of it.  Whatever.  I'm not dealing with it anymore.  Shouldn't have to defend myself to my husband and force him to defend me.  So I'm working at my job, taking care of my kids the best I can and living day to day.  That's all anyone can do for now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;So Obama is our next president.  Huh.  Ok.  Whatever.  I'll leave it at that.  God help us all.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Time for me to cruise and check out some other blogs.  If I don't leave any comments, I'm sorry.  In a bit of a rush.  Miss you all!  Can't wait to get back online!&lt;br /&gt;Love you Hooker!  Hope you are well!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-377429566440878410?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/377429566440878410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=377429566440878410' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/377429566440878410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/377429566440878410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-update.html' title='November Update'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-3172951341603607401</id><published>2008-10-31T07:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:42:03.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here with no internet and a sucky life</title><content type='html'>It's Halloween..&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Hope your doing better than I am..&lt;br /&gt;Kids are doing great and I love my job.  That's the 2 great things right now.  All the rest is for shit I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Love to you all.&lt;br /&gt;Miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-3172951341603607401?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/3172951341603607401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=3172951341603607401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3172951341603607401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3172951341603607401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-still-here-with-no-internet-and.html' title='I&apos;m still here with no internet and a sucky life'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-1345382091100028083</id><published>2008-10-03T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:36:14.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>Hey all!  Just thought I'd take a moment to let you all in on what's up with me.  I have no Internet at home so I can not regularly keep up with anything online.  I am working 5 days a week now at the day care and it's great!  I love it!  I found out that my father has a tumor on his Pituitary Gland.  That's not great news at all.  Sorta in shock about it, and trying my damnest to not think about it cuz when I do, I cry.  Please keep him in your prayers.  I'll be in touch when I can.  I love you all and miss you big bunches!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-1345382091100028083?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1345382091100028083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=1345382091100028083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1345382091100028083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1345382091100028083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-7498122491682934424</id><published>2008-09-11T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:20:00.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SMmYop-fYJI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9gXul3Hq1tY/s1600-h/iwo-9-11-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244891065279799442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SMmYop-fYJI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9gXul3Hq1tY/s320/iwo-9-11-final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year I tell the same ole story of where I was and what we were doing and yada yada.  This year, I'm just gona say God Bless America! &lt;br /&gt;God Bless each and every one of those hurt in the attacks. &lt;br /&gt;God Bless the medics, the fireman, the police officers, the every day Joe who stepped up to the plate and went above and beyond.&lt;br /&gt; God Bless all the children who perished, and all the children left without a mother, or father.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless all those who lost thier husbands, their wives, their brothers, sisters.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless every one of those people that were there that day. &lt;br /&gt;God Bless you!!&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7498122491682934424?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7498122491682934424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7498122491682934424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7498122491682934424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7498122491682934424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SMmYop-fYJI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9gXul3Hq1tY/s72-c/iwo-9-11-final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-3303836245192725531</id><published>2008-09-11T14:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:23:10.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuclear reaction</title><content type='html'>And everyone wonders why my blood pressure is sky high....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub had some ems convention Wednesday.  Some contest to see whose the best medic or some shit.  Well, him and Pam were competing.  They had to sign in at 6:45 am Wednesday morning.  So they had this bright idea to go up to Indianapolis the night before.  Boss offered to supply them with a room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know til they got back yesterday, they shared a room.  MY HUSBAND and his single female partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off.  That's TOTALLY disrespectful to my marriage..&lt;br /&gt;Second..It's totally irresponsible of their boss to put a married man in the same hotel room with a single female.  Yes, she's engaged to hubs friend..but still...&lt;br /&gt;Third, WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He "claims" he told me before hand..Yeah..you'd think I'd remember that detail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooooooo beyond upset with this and totally dizzy as shit from it.  Why can't I get the respect I fuckin deserve?  I'm working now to help with the family.  I take our youngest to daycare with me..I still do EVERY fucking thing around the house and with the kids, and yet, I get this shit. &lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do to get some loyalty and fucking respect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-3303836245192725531?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/3303836245192725531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=3303836245192725531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3303836245192725531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3303836245192725531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/09/nuclear-reaction.html' title='Nuclear reaction'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-2582718778021848588</id><published>2008-09-09T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:00:41.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Ok!  Geez</title><content type='html'>Relax people!  So easy to say "go to the doctor".  But hard to do when you have no car and no money....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made an appointment for myself and Tater to have physicals....Actually, the Hub did it.  Go Hub..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Chill peoples!  Tuesday I shall have me a physical done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2582718778021848588?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2582718778021848588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2582718778021848588' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2582718778021848588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2582718778021848588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-ok-geez.html' title='Ok Ok!  Geez'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-7263222696664495329</id><published>2008-09-07T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:29:37.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Sunday Night</title><content type='html'>Ok, so like I haven't made it to the doc yet. But my headaches are becoming fewer. And I've honestly been less dizzy. Amazing for me, I know. I've been (trying) to get more exercise, and I've semi changed my diet since I eat at the Day Care and we eat healthy..hehe And, since I'm gone during the day, and I don't drink anything caffeinated there, I've upped my water intake. So that seems to be helping me since I don't have the time or the transportation or money for that fact to haul my big ole butt to the doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew has to have an eye exam. I noticed he was squinting at the tv tonight. He's had a few headaches, which now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get Tater in for a physical so I can officially have him at the Day Care with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get Kam in to get her teeth fixed and add braces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get me in to fix my broken tooth..correction..teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Gotta Gotta... The list goes on and on. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright side. The Day Care is going good. Starting on my shift this week there are 2 more kids coming. So that helps. The more kids we get, the more hours I can get and since me and Lori (different Lori..hehe) were the first 2 there, we have seniority for full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub is working on his chance to go south to help out with the hurricane relief.  Two weeks of work in which FEMA will pay him two weeks of overtime.  Good money for us.  I told him as long as there was no added danger, to go for it!  Double advantage since there are tons of people that need help and we could definitely use the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do and little to do it with. Some days I just feel like I'm drowning. Thank God I got these huge floatation devices naturally attached to my chest, or I'd be up Shit Creek for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note..the helicopter crash.  Seems witnesses say the blades came during take off.  So from what I understand, it was a quick plummet to the ground.  Enough time for a quick "Oh shit" and then it was over.  That's what I'm hoping.  I'm hoping they didn't suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7263222696664495329?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7263222696664495329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7263222696664495329' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7263222696664495329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7263222696664495329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-sunday-night.html' title='It&apos;s a Sunday Night'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-3742704964250537985</id><published>2008-09-01T11:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:42:04.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helicopter crash kills three in Indiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.upi.com/Top_News/2008/09/01/Helicopter_crash_kills_three_in_Indiana/UPI-51891220280503/"&gt;http://www.upi.com/Top_News/2008/09/01/Helicopter_crash_kills_three_in_Indiana/UPI-51891220280503/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;GREENSBURG, Ind., Sept. 1 (UPI) -- Authorities worked Monday to determine what caused a medical helicopter to crash near Greensburg, Ind., killing the pilot, a flight nurse and a medic.&lt;br /&gt;Pilot Roger Warren, nurse Sandra Pearson and medic Wade Weston were aboard the Air Evac Lifeteam helicopter when it crashed Sunday afternoon, WRTV, Indianapolis, reported.&lt;br /&gt;The helicopter was leaving a fundraiser and carried no patients, WTHR-TV, Indianapolis, reported Monday. Witnesses told police they saw something fall from the helicopter just before it crashed.&lt;br /&gt;Officials from the National Transportation Safety Board were to examine the crash scene Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Paramedic, my husband and his coworkers often works with  Air Evac Lifeteam.  He knew these people. &lt;br /&gt;May their families find comfort and peace.  I know they are in my prayers. &lt;br /&gt;God bless them for all they did in this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-3742704964250537985?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/3742704964250537985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=3742704964250537985' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3742704964250537985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3742704964250537985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/09/helicopter-crash-kills-three-in-indiana.html' title='Helicopter crash kills three in Indiana'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-4936493595733913494</id><published>2008-08-30T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:10:44.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>Had my feelings hurt today, and was down right insulted by a good friend of mine. &lt;br /&gt;I know I can be very opinionated and I know I tend to speak what is on my mind...but generally it's out of concern and pure love for someone when I speak up.  I was told that I'm very judgemental.  And I was told that I didn't trust my friends judgement.  I don't see how I was being judgemental or how I always judge this friend.  I'm assuming it's the fact that they've honestly never had a real true friend, and my concern comes off different because of the fact they've never been shown the love of another person who truly gives a shit.  Their "friends" would just agree and go along with whatever just for the fact they didn't care about the outcome.  They were users who took what they could get and whatever was good for them.  Well I do care.  And I'm not out for anything but the love and trust and well being of my friends.  And it deeply tears me up when I see a friend headed for destruction and then I get "you always judge me..you don't trust me".  I don't know what to do or what to say, because apparently it comes off wrong.   It's always easier to see what's going on from the outside.  But I guess I'm just supposed to sit back and watch the destruction of someone I love.  Just another number to add to my long list of worries I guess.  No wonder my freakin blood pressure is sky high!  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-4936493595733913494?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4936493595733913494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=4936493595733913494' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4936493595733913494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4936493595733913494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-7651546399281069985</id><published>2008-08-25T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:34:39.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with me?</title><content type='html'>This past Friday, I started my very first day at the Day Care.  One of those, I live across the street and the other girl didn't show so they asked me to come in.  No problem.  I put in a solid 7 1/2 hrs over there.  Tater loved it, we had a good healthy lunch, and snacks in between..Tater got to play with 3 little girls, and I got out of the house and we all got plenty of exercise.  Then, that night, I headed over to my longest best friend for a girls weekend.  After a few hours of laughing our butts off and just having a kick ass time eating pizza and gabbin, my friend got out her blood pressure cuff to check her BP.  So then it became a game cuz it was a neat little gizmo.  Well, it's my turn, and I don't right off remember the exact numbers, but it was 190 something for the top number.  Of course Mindy starts laughing and goes "that ain't right!  Let me do this again..are you putting this thing on correctly?"  and me, being the smart ass that I am goes "DUH, YOU did it..it's YOUR fault!"  heh&lt;br /&gt;So, she took my BP 4 times in 2 hours..lol  The last number was 170/115.  I'd had 2 pops all day (considerable drop in what I usually have..heh) and I'd had about a gallon of water cuz it had been hot and I was working.  I was totally relaxed and I hadn't had anything bad for me..so...yeah..anyway, we laughed it off thinking maybe her cuff was screwy or I was doing it wrong.  Next morning, we get up, have breakfast and just for shits and giggles, we take it again.  169/111.  Hmmm...Mindy then informs me I was to take some asprin and call my medic..which I did.  He informed me you can't always believe those things, and to come home and he'd check it for me..&lt;br /&gt;His reading was the same as the cuff. &lt;br /&gt;Explains why I've been feeling like SHIT and why I've been having headaches and dizzy.  I just threw it off as my glasses were messed up.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, he gives me a spray of Nitro, which was nasty as hell tasting, but it cleared my vision and brought me down to 149 in a matter of minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Off and on I kept track of my BP.  I checked it right before they dropped me off at home on Sunday and it was 149/90.  I'm gona have him check it again sometime today.  He doesn't seem to concerned with it.  Maybe he's hoping I'll crock..lol&lt;br /&gt;Guess I need to get my butt to the doc and soon huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7651546399281069985?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7651546399281069985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7651546399281069985' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7651546399281069985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7651546399281069985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-up-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s up with me?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-2249517331238616314</id><published>2008-08-21T12:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:23:26.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Gracie</title><content type='html'>My niece is a big girl now..and today she started Kindergarten...I talked to my sista and she said Gracie cried and cried when they left her at school...I'm thinking maybe they should have sent her like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237022029779152050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SK2jygXhrLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/UGDh4mz-w2A/s320/Summer08+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know her Mama is a wreck now.  But she's gona be fine..they both will.  Hopefully by the end of the day Gracie will be happy and more like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SK2jyvjBcZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6z2PbW8ZJbc/s1600-h/Summer08+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237022033853903250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SK2jyvjBcZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6z2PbW8ZJbc/s320/Summer08+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope you love Kindergarten Gracie!  You're a smart chick and I know you can do it!  Aunt Jess loves you bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2249517331238616314?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2249517331238616314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2249517331238616314' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2249517331238616314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2249517331238616314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-my-gracie.html' title='For My Gracie'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SK2jygXhrLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/UGDh4mz-w2A/s72-c/Summer08+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-923943652955019373</id><published>2008-08-13T14:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:19:04.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Southern Indiana town pays special tribute to fallen hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By Connie Leonard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOUISVILLE, KY (WAVE) - On August 4th, 22-year-old Specialist Jon Menke of the Indiana National Guard was killed in East Baghdad, Iraq when an IED detonated on an overpass and fell into his vehicle below. Tuesday morning, his body was returned to his home of Madison, Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;Madison Mayor Tim Armstrong asked the people who live and work there to be at Menke's side when he returned. Armstrong tells WAVE 3 it was a small request for someone who had given so much. On August 12th at 10:30 a.m., time stood still as the soldier returned to his hometown.&lt;br /&gt;"Everything stopped," said Tom Everette, a Marine veteran.&lt;br /&gt;According to Mayor Armstrong, "All the way from the North Vernon airport to Madison, the roads were filled with people all the way on the 20 to 25 mile drive."&lt;br /&gt;People living and working in and around Madison stopped what they were doing to pay tribute to the fallen soldier and his family.&lt;br /&gt;"It makes your heart feel like it's full," said Cheryl Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;Fire department ladder trucks crossed the highway to stop traffic and lifted American flags high above the roadway.&lt;br /&gt;"We all had flags and it was very heartbreaking," said Hunt, a Madison resident. Through tears, she continued, "I don't know what we're doing over there but, I'm very proud of our boys."&lt;br /&gt;The National Guardsman was a 2005 graduate of Madison High School. As other community organizations and business put messages up along the route for Jon's family, his school paid tribute to him with pictures showing his love for sports and theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Armstrong says Jon was one of his stepson's best friends and even went on vacation with them. He remembers a funny, bright and polite young man who will be sorely missed.&lt;br /&gt;"It's one of those things you never really truly understand until it hits home," said Navy veteran Vincent Johnston said of the turnout. "It's nice to see the city stand up and be proud for what he's done, he's given his life for his country and he did it as a volunteer."&lt;br /&gt;Specialist Menke was part of the 38th Military Police based out of Danville, Indiana. Governor Mitch Daniels will attend his funeral service Thursday along with members of the Indiana National Guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wave3.com/Global/story.asp?S=8830700&amp;amp;Call=Email&amp;amp;Format=HTML"&gt;http://www.wave3.com/Global/story.asp?S=8830700&amp;amp;Call=Email&amp;amp;Format=HTML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't where I live, but it hits close to home. Emotionally and geographically. Madison is less than an hour away from me. This story touched me and I wanted to share it with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-923943652955019373?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/923943652955019373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=923943652955019373' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/923943652955019373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/923943652955019373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-young.html' title='To Young'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-7844662340686971810</id><published>2008-08-08T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:53:24.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>School started today.  The long summer is over.  Can't believe it.  My Kammy started Middle School today..I'm still a bit traumatized.  When we dropped her off at school this morning, she looked like she was gona cry.  She gave me a kiss as she got out of the car and said "I love you Mom".  As she walked into the school, she turned once more to look back at me..I wanted to run out of the car and grab her and take her home!!  I was a bit of a crybaby for a bit.  My baby is growing up and I hate it!!  I was so worried about her all day..will she know where to go?  will she be able to open her locker?  will the kids be nice to her?  what if she gets lost?  what if she's so upset she's crying?  what if what if what if..ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SJzoaxtEdyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IcGNHfkSU5M/s1600-h/1stdayschool08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232312413814290210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SJzoaxtEdyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IcGNHfkSU5M/s320/1stdayschool08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But then on we had to go to the Elementary School to drop off my Second Grader.  Walked him into the school and to his class....As he walked into his class I went "bye baby"....yeah, don't think he heard me, he was to busy taking off like he owned the place and knew exactly what he was doing..lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SJzoax3K_0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/V4XxkIFxWWs/s1600-h/1stdayschool08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232312413856661314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SJzoax3K_0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/V4XxkIFxWWs/s320/1stdayschool08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tater was a bit confused at first.  He was all "I don't' wanna go to school and make new friends!!"  Had to explain to him that it wasn't time for him to go just yet..lol  So he nicely posed for a picture with his Big Bro and Big Sis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SJzobHpWqBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GqP9Atz6InA/s1600-h/1stdayschool08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232312419704285202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SJzobHpWqBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GqP9Atz6InA/s320/1stdayschool08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had a good day..I was all worried for nothing.  Kammy LOVES being in Middle School, and Drew loves being back with his friends.  And I've got some quiet back in the day.  YAY!&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/7002769633173134671-7844662340686971810?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7844662340686971810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7844662340686971810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7844662340686971810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7844662340686971810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SJzoaxtEdyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IcGNHfkSU5M/s72-c/1stdayschool08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-1900319967530738780</id><published>2008-08-04T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:13:07.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a box of chocolates..</title><content type='html'>The other day I was out mowing the yard..I noticed out of the corner of my eye, one of the ladies that goes to the church across the street sitting in her truck.  The church I've been known to make fun of..heh..anyway, I finish mowing and with sweat literally dripping off my nose, and my hair plastered to my face, and lord knows I had to smell, she rolls down her window and goes.......&lt;br /&gt;"Do you stay at home?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being the quick whitted gal I am goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you stay at home?" &lt;br /&gt;"Oh..yes, yes I do"&lt;br /&gt;"I still need 2 more girls over here...during school hours, I pay more than minimum wage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you crazy people (coughYotecough) get any notions in your head...They are opening a Day Care across the street in the church...Sorry, no pimpin goin on here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I go to shoot her down cuz I still have 1 kid not going to school this year..and she replies,&lt;br /&gt;"He's 4 right?  That's how old my daughter is..He can come for free!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds part and the sun shines!&lt;br /&gt;Can this be true?  Are my ears deceiving me? &lt;br /&gt;She tells me I should come over and talk to her next time I see her in the office..I tell her that I absolutely will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I march my flat ass across the street and sit down with her in her office to discuss what's going on.  First off I totally inform her I've never done daycare..I've worked with the kids at my old church, I had a class there during summer camp, and I organized the crafts and lessons for the Children's Church for about 2 or 3 months.  Other than that, I'm a cashier by trade.  I've been wanting to go to school to be an Elementary School teacher..I've just not made it yet.  And not only is this a Day Care, but it's a pre-school.  Hello?  Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme get to some good points of this job...&lt;br /&gt;*Monday thru Friday&lt;br /&gt;*during school hours&lt;br /&gt;*can take Tater with me&lt;br /&gt;*starts at $7 an hour&lt;br /&gt;*6 sick days a year, if you don't use those, she buys them back from you&lt;br /&gt;*1 week paid vacation after 1 yr&lt;br /&gt;*right across the street, no worries about transportation or gas!!&lt;br /&gt;*I'd be a "teacher" of sorts and get to work with little kids&lt;br /&gt;*I'd have a JOB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so far the catch is it's not open yet..but it opens in a couple weeks.  I'd have to sign a 1yr contract saying I'd work there for a year.  She gave me the tour and an application and told me to get that filled out, get my physical done, and a TB test and turn it all in ASAP so she's got my info and can call me when they open.  Of course I have to have a background check and a drug test, but that's not an issue..she pays for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm praying that this isn't to good to be true. &lt;br /&gt;It's almost too perfect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-1900319967530738780?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1900319967530738780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=1900319967530738780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1900319967530738780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1900319967530738780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title='Life is like a box of chocolates..'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-5269031501829139222</id><published>2008-07-31T07:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:09:13.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never know what to say in these situations.  I wish I could wrap my arms around you and give you some strength right now.  Just know, that I am truely, truely sorry for your loss hon, and that you are in my thoughts and prayers.  Lots of love to you and your family, and I hope you can find some peace soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me peace so I won't cry anymore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peace so my soul can rest and have something left to fight for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give me peace so my heart can love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peace so I  can believe that there is good above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give me peace so I can rest tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peace so I can sleep, not searching for his image within the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Give me peace so I can go on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peace so I can be at peace within the dreams that I long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Samantha Cooney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-5269031501829139222?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5269031501829139222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5269031501829139222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5269031501829139222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5269031501829139222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-you.html' title='To you....'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-7174766507033772528</id><published>2008-07-29T12:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:44:38.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490347002949650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SI9URNSrcBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/IFgORNLJs-k/s320/Summer08+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ok..time for a story..While we were visiting the relatives up North, we went to the local zoo a couple times..Kam took some pics the first time..WISH I had my camera the second time cuz the huge turtles were playing "Leap Frog" ..omg funniest shit ever! When you got 5 kids all under the age of 12 seeing this..they were laughing cuz the damn male was pushing with his feet and making this funny ass grunt noise while opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out..omg priceless..but of course, I had no camera. Anyway, here are some pics from our first trip to the Michigan City Zoo :-)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491698218055266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SI9Vf29dtmI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Au6yJzmbNSw/s320/Summer08+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty Kitty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490358177823586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SI9UR26-e2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/sVvnb05uQvE/s320/Summer08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was shakin his feathers at the female that was near us..Was pretty neat..isn't he beautiful?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490350941681922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SI9URb9vuQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xAKc94GWgrg/s320/Summer08+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I think Mr. Tiger wanted to eat some kiddo's..Yumm Yumm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228490352763186706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SI9URiwBrhI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/g6w4bfqvIps/s320/Summer08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;No words needed I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491689619631266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SI9VfW7cLKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/zxsRA8pY3Is/s320/Summer08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know about you, but seeing this Turkey made me wish for Thanksgiving..he'd look GREAT on my table I think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491693607364194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SI9VflyMJmI/AAAAAAAAAco/JcoHi32wRDc/s320/Summer08+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of these bears ran up and stood in front of Kam against the glass..Should have seen her face!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228492319132336786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SI9WEAC9wpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/m3-8Adz3IxI/s320/Summer08+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;By the end of the tour, Tater had had about enough of everyone I think..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"GET AWAY FROM ME WOMAN!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491698038631714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SI9Vf2Sr7SI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UkAVbTbD8dE/s320/Summer08+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7174766507033772528?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7174766507033772528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7174766507033772528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7174766507033772528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7174766507033772528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/07/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SI9URNSrcBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/IFgORNLJs-k/s72-c/Summer08+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-5336531679875250642</id><published>2008-07-23T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:51:10.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sassy Really Does On Her Days Off..</title><content type='html'>She really has this outfit in her closet..I've seen it...She's really proud of the boots and whip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIeZYh6chvI/AAAAAAAAAbo/RKx4aw6kbJ4/s1600-h/post_photoshop-tutorial-wonder-woman-step-5-painting-darker-shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226314539286169330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIeZYh6chvI/AAAAAAAAAbo/RKx4aw6kbJ4/s320/post_photoshop-tutorial-wonder-woman-step-5-painting-darker-shadows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her entourage.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIeZbcCbvRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gVPURbQKKj0/s1600-h/Michigan+City+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226314589248666898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIeZbcCbvRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gVPURbQKKj0/s320/Michigan+City+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope she's not mad that I blew her cover..If you never hear from me again, she took that whip to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-5336531679875250642?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5336531679875250642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5336531679875250642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5336531679875250642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5336531679875250642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-sassy-really-does-on-her-days-off.html' title='What Sassy Really Does On Her Days Off..'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIeZYh6chvI/AAAAAAAAAbo/RKx4aw6kbJ4/s72-c/post_photoshop-tutorial-wonder-woman-step-5-painting-darker-shadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-1257225793447676528</id><published>2008-07-19T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:57:54.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You bet your sweet ass....</title><content type='html'>Hub asked me the other day if I would seriously leave him for Brendan Fraser..a quote "overpaid actor"......My response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIKa0QDVp4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/jBqswHwhz5c/s1600-h/brendan_fraser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224908740156041090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIKa0QDVp4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/jBqswHwhz5c/s320/brendan_fraser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In a freakin heartbeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIKa0tGGlsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nJSkxzB1dDY/s1600-h/brendan_fraser_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224908747952264898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIKa0tGGlsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nJSkxzB1dDY/s320/brendan_fraser_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YUM! I think that wonderful man is thinking about ME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kammy doesn't call him Daddy Brendan for nothing!  hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-1257225793447676528?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1257225793447676528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=1257225793447676528' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1257225793447676528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1257225793447676528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-bet-your-sweet-ass.html' title='You bet your sweet ass....'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIKa0QDVp4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/jBqswHwhz5c/s72-c/brendan_fraser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-7336878810288732723</id><published>2008-07-18T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:16:09.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>I totally hate when they take a book and then "base" a movie on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a book called The Ruins...by Scott Smith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224542290373434210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIFNiEO222I/AAAAAAAAAbA/74zxpc63dzM/s320/ruins-poster-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH..I spent the whole movie going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?! That's not what happened in the book!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What....The....FOCK!!!??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh HELL no!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally get the downsizing and all that crap of a story to fit into a movie..but when they totally rearrange the characters and make the bad stuff that happens to the guy happen to the girl is annoying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the same thing after I read The Vampire Chronicles. Interview With The Vampire was a great book..the movie pissed me off. So did Queen of the Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Stephen King based movies do that to me to. Maybe my imagination is just to damned good to put on screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when they rewrite a characters' personality or background story cuz they think it fits better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I would learn to stop watching the movies after reading the books..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides..didn't I hear once that TV rots your brain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7336878810288732723?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7336878810288732723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7336878810288732723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7336878810288732723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7336878810288732723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SIFNiEO222I/AAAAAAAAAbA/74zxpc63dzM/s72-c/ruins-poster-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-429868197215653543</id><published>2008-07-15T09:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:52:39.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So many stories to tell.....</title><content type='html'>That's right freakies!  I'm back!  Been a great month!  And if my brother in law had not been there most of the time, it would have been even better!  heh..&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my Mommy-in-law came and picked me and the kids up on Father's Day and took us up north (Lake Michigan) to spend some time and to spend the 4th of July.  So while I was there, I got a new Do..Tater took this pic of me at the fireworks...Was FREEZING our butts off that night..I do NOT miss the weather up there..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248146574334210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SHy0g-5H2QI/AAAAAAAAAaY/AXFl6dJXO0U/s320/Summer08+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to the parade story...Here are the kids following my orders to "GET IN THE STREET SO I CAN TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU DAMMIT!" &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SHy0hAXvo3I/AAAAAAAAAag/5NdHbdP9XHs/s1600-h/Summer08+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248146971206514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SHy0hAXvo3I/AAAAAAAAAag/5NdHbdP9XHs/s320/Summer08+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shortly after the pic of the kids was taken, I was sitting down messing with my video cam when this monstorous noise bout made me drop the camera..Then I realized...FLY OVER!!!!!!  The pilot of the F18 was from the town the parade was in, so he flew over the parade route 5 times!! And he flew LOW and OMG it was GREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT!!  Then 4 more jets flew over..I think I had an orgasm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SHy0hcMpIHI/AAAAAAAAAao/6ymQsVTHyMs/s1600-h/Summer08+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248154440835186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SHy0hcMpIHI/AAAAAAAAAao/6ymQsVTHyMs/s320/Summer08+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scared the CRAP out of the little ones..My niece sat like this for the first 10 mins of so of the parade afraid the jet would come back..lmmfao&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SHy0hagoBZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aCYDKkx_Kxw/s1600-h/Summer08+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248153987777938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SHy0hagoBZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aCYDKkx_Kxw/s320/Summer08+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to throw this pic in.  My Emma and her famous look!  I tell ya, this girl was my buddy the whole time I was up there.  She is the funniest little thing.  She'd give me tons and tons of kisses.  I taught her to go Boom Boom when I say match in a gas tank...and now, I'm Aunt Boom Boom cuz she can't say Jess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SHy0hi3FTdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pBA3Lls9cRE/s1600-h/Summer08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248156229455314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SHy0hi3FTdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pBA3Lls9cRE/s320/Summer08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So anyway, a couple days before the parade, we find out one of the Grand Marshalls is going to be actor Sean Astin..YES!  THE Sean Astin..Goonies, Lord of the Rings, Rudy, 50 First Dates...Can you believe it?  So of course me and my Sista are convinced we are gona be thrown in jail for stalking and molesting him..Now mind you, Kammy has been taking pictures of everything this whole time..and I've been running the video camera..20 mins into the parade, here comes Sean in an army jeep with his family in a little wagon behind it (didn't notice the fam though til we watched the video later..lmao)  For 20 mins the picture is pretty steady..I've done a great job right..then, you hear me and my Sista start screaming like mad women "SEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!!!" and she grabs my arm and we start jumping up and down like morons!  lmao  He waved at us and then he did an arms up gesture for the camera..we are like the ONLY ones screaming..can you believe it!?  And to top it off..Kammy didn't get any still pictures of him cuz "mommy the camera shut off on me"  ARGH!!!  But it's ok..I got it all on video!  hehehehehehe  My Sista ran up to him and got his autograph.  Don't ask me why I didn't..All I can say is...I choked..lol  We've watched the video like 9 billions times now..it's funny how we noticed his family later and we noticed his wife cracking up at us..We'll be remembered as the 2 retarded women at the 4th of July parade!  lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I'm gona shut up for now..that's just one story for you..I've got zoo pictures, and a story about the trip home to tell you guys later....&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/7002769633173134671-429868197215653543?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/429868197215653543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=429868197215653543' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/429868197215653543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/429868197215653543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-many-stories-to-tell.html' title='So many stories to tell.....'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SHy0g-5H2QI/AAAAAAAAAaY/AXFl6dJXO0U/s72-c/Summer08+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-2312808746984517339</id><published>2008-07-13T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:09:14.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitch is Back!</title><content type='html'>Hello all!  I am back!!!  YAY!!!  Missin my girls in the worst way.  My baby nieces' are getting WAY to big!  And did you know that Sean Astin is just as hot IN PERSON as he is in the movies?  You didn't know that?  Well, now you do!!  TRUST ME..That man is way HOT..Cursious now?  Yes?  Well, you'll have to wait cuz I am tired and I have ALOT of unpacking to do and my house smells OLD since it's been shut up for a month.  House was built in the 1800's so yeah..it smells old..clean, but old..lol  So I gots alot to do..but no worries..I will put some pics and stories on soon enough..Now stop freaking out Sassy!  I'm home!  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2312808746984517339?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2312808746984517339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2312808746984517339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2312808746984517339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2312808746984517339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/07/bitch-is-back.html' title='The Bitch is Back!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-5263945551119292260</id><published>2008-06-13T11:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:23:23.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the holidays I will miss....</title><content type='html'>To all you GROOVY Dad's out there........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211400628644304354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SFKdQrSXVeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3uNU-7CC3_k/s320/06162007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To each and everyone one of you, I hope you have a safe and happy 4th of July! Be careful with them fireworks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SFKdQ4HCi_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/4QPHMJP-4z4/s1600-h/july40.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211400632086465522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SFKdQ4HCi_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/4QPHMJP-4z4/s320/july40.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm leaving Sunday morning..but I won't be able to get back online before then..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's ok..really..it's only goodbye for alittle while! sniff sniff&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SFKdRZRv88I/AAAAAAAAAaA/D3cDLAzW5M0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211400640989754306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SFKdRZRv88I/AAAAAAAAAaA/D3cDLAzW5M0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snoopy is so great with words...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SFKdRuf660I/AAAAAAAAAaI/fAuSQFMwgYg/s1600-h/rst31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211400646686337858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SFKdRuf660I/AAAAAAAAAaI/fAuSQFMwgYg/s320/rst31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of groovy love to you all! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you in a month! :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SFKdSCE2TSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZCSnwy2iZoY/s1600-h/on_vacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211400651941498146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SFKdSCE2TSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZCSnwy2iZoY/s320/on_vacation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-5263945551119292260?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5263945551119292260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5263945551119292260' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5263945551119292260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5263945551119292260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-all-holidays-i-will-miss.html' title='For all the holidays I will miss....'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SFKdQrSXVeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3uNU-7CC3_k/s72-c/06162007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-2121439269175561032</id><published>2008-06-10T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:33:28.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...the drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was gonna wait til later in the week to update this and fill you all in on my doings since I KNOW my life is so interesting to some...but then I thought..why wait?&lt;br /&gt;It simply amazes me how some people can lurk and hide, then POOF..they just HAVE to leave a snide comment because they seem to think their life is soooo much better..and then..to top it off..they hide behind screen names and such.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what..I do not have to justify anything that I do to anyone. I do not have to explain my feelings and explain my actions because for 1. this is the INTERNET. and for 2..this is MY blog. so if you do not like what you read, then by all means, do not read it. But then there are the ones who just can't help themselves because they have absolutely nothing better to do than to insult others and try to bring them down. They don't read what's written..they just skip around and get from it what they want to. It's these sorts of people that make my job as a mother even more hard. I have to explain to my children that not everyone in the world is hateful and spiteful. I have to teach my children that they should stand up for what they believe in, yet use their common sense and morals to know that there is a limit to your opinion. What good does it do to go and insult someone because they are having a rough time? I posted an email I got in the previous post..I did NOT write it..and I clearly said in the first line that I had received it..but low and behold, there is always some idiot out there who thinks "OMG, lets put my 2cents in and make an ass out of myself.." ooops..my bad...arse..&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I do hope they enjoyed themselves at my expense. Because if that's all they've got in their lives, then I feel truly sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;But then there are GREAT people who have great things to say and who are so supportive and awesome...I thank you guys and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And to these wonderful people, I update..and I vent, and I share my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210307236758157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SE6605Gd-NI/AAAAAAAAAZI/T4zRSMm1_Mg/s320/North+weekend+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm letting them know, that Sunday, I'm taking my children on vacation for a month. Seems that I'm getting bored sitting on my fat arse at home so I must take them to the Lake for a change of scenery because I've done all the "nothing" I can do here for the summer. That way I guess it gives my husband plenty of free time to "shag" his co-workers. I'm afraid he's turning into Austin Powers baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in about a month. No internet so chances are you won't be hearing from me for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Try not to do anything to exciting without me because you know since I sit and do nothing all day, that I rely on everyone out there to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great summer everyone! I'll miss the good ones, and not so much the bad ones!&lt;br /&gt;Big love to you all!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2121439269175561032?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2121439269175561032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2121439269175561032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2121439269175561032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2121439269175561032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/06/wowthe-drama.html' title='Wow...the drama'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SE6605Gd-NI/AAAAAAAAAZI/T4zRSMm1_Mg/s72-c/North+weekend+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-1592345375935076179</id><published>2008-06-04T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:33:31.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AMEN!!</title><content type='html'>Received this via email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Letter from one 'Angry Woman'&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who wrote it but they should have signed it. Some powerful words.  Written by a housewife from New Jersey and sounds like it! This is one ticked off lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001? &lt;br /&gt;Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan, across the Potomac from our nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania?&lt;br /&gt;Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was 'desecrated' when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet?... Well, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime in Saudi Arabia.&lt;br /&gt;I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for chopping off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat.&lt;br /&gt;I'll care when the cowardly so-called 'insurgents' in Iraq come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in mosques.&lt;br /&gt;I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law instead of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave marine roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college-hazing incident, rest assured: I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank: I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed 'special' food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being 'mishandled,' you can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts: I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled 'Koran' and other times 'Quran.' Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and-you guessed it-I don't care !!&lt;br /&gt;If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your E-mail friends. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior! If you don't agree, then by all means hit the delete button. Should you choose the latter, then please don't complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims happen here in our great Country!&lt;br /&gt;And may I add:&lt;br /&gt;'Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world. But, the Marines don't have that problem' -- Ronald Reagan&lt;br /&gt;I have another quote that I would like to add AND.......I hope you forward all this.&lt;br /&gt;'If we ever forget that we're One Nation Under God, then we will be a nation gone under.' Also by Ronald Reagan&lt;br /&gt;One last thought for the day:In case we find ourselves starting to believe all the Anti-American sentiment and negativity, we should remember England's Prime Minister Tony Blair's words during a recent interview. When asked by one of his Parliament members why he believes so much in America, he said: 'A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in.  And how many want out.&lt;br /&gt;'Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;2. The American G. I.&lt;br /&gt;One died for your soul, the other for your freedom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not I have trouble "expressing" my thoughts and feelings.  I love finding and reading great stuff like this. Amen Sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-1592345375935076179?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1592345375935076179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=1592345375935076179' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1592345375935076179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1592345375935076179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/06/amen.html' title='AMEN!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-133790841235995098</id><published>2008-05-31T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:59:08.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>I'm in one of my moods again...The mood where I avoid people.  I don't call anyone, I don't answer the phone, I don't leave messages on blogs..I hide when online...I hate when I get in that mood.  Things are going at a rate of light speed around here and it's really hard to grasp some of it.  I don't know what I want, or who I am...Blah&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personal if you don't hear from me..I'm a moody bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and just so ya know..Father's Day..My Mommy-in-law is coming to fetch me and my kids and we are going North til sometime after the 4th of July.  I won't have internet access there.  So along with my moodiness, I will be gone..No worries...I'll return eventually...I hope..:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-133790841235995098?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/133790841235995098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=133790841235995098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/133790841235995098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/133790841235995098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/05/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-8718483555052146793</id><published>2008-05-29T18:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:57:16.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodBye Elementary School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SD9CbkyyykI/AAAAAAAAAY4/S4OQ7wpdNDU/s1600-h/Last+day+o%27school08+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205952735764204098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SD9CbkyyykI/AAAAAAAAAY4/S4OQ7wpdNDU/s320/Last+day+o%27school08+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My baby girl is now a 5th grade graduate!  Next year, Middle School...GAH!!!!  Where did my little fat baby girl go?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Congratulations Kammy Baby..I love you!!!!&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/7002769633173134671-8718483555052146793?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8718483555052146793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8718483555052146793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8718483555052146793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8718483555052146793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodbye-elementary-school.html' title='GoodBye Elementary School'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SD9CbkyyykI/AAAAAAAAAY4/S4OQ7wpdNDU/s72-c/Last+day+o%27school08+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-1471781504204356110</id><published>2008-05-23T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:52:03.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Shitty Day</title><content type='html'>Not doing so well today.&lt;br /&gt;Mowed the yard yesterday and today I am severely paying for it by not being able to breath at all..can't hardly see, my throat hurts, and my nose is literally packed full of green ooze..&lt;br /&gt;To top it off...Last night I got a phone call from my long time best friend..she's been keeping me updated on a girl..well, woman since we are all in our 30s now..that we went to school with and with whom I used to be pretty close to about 13 years ago. We've sorta lost touch over the years, but I still keep tabs on her. Anyway, she's been in the hospital for a few weeks due to her diabetes and she developed a condition called sepsis...not sure how exactly that is spelled..but that's what it sounds like..anyway, my long time best friends' sister in law had died from the same complications 5 yrs ago, so we've been extra concerned. Tracy had been sick, so much so that a week or so ago, they amputated 2 of her fingers..then yesterday they took her in to take off her feet..She made it through surgery. After she was back in her room, her brother was there with her lying on her floor, keeping her company and talking to her. He said her blood pressure kept "disappearing"..common thing with sepsis..He stood up, took her hand and her blood pressure came back and went up..so he told her to hang on, he'd be right back..he was going to go get their parents..&lt;br /&gt;She passed away before he left the room.&lt;br /&gt;She has a 10 1/2 yr old daughter she's left behind. And a husband..&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken with her in many years, but it still hurts to lose someone, even when you aren't as close as you once were. Our lives took separate directions, but I still feel like we were friends.&lt;br /&gt;Scares me that she was my age, and has a daughter around my daughter's age.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly what it is I'm trying to say, so I'll just stop. May sound funny, but even though I haven't seen Tracy in a long time, I'm going to miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-1471781504204356110?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1471781504204356110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=1471781504204356110' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1471781504204356110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1471781504204356110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-shitty-day.html' title='Another Shitty Day'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-563293112032478687</id><published>2008-05-19T21:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:47:38.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Drew!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OK..yes I know..some of you noticed I had a previous post then took it off..you are not hallucinating..trust me, it is better that I took it off..for me...but I do appreciate the comments that were left!!! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the thing..Friday, I had the start of a migrane..Stress related..Saturday, a day mostly in bed due to migrane..Sunday, I woke up with a sinus infection..in bed 99% of the day..Can you believe that crap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hub was real good to me though..he took care of the kids best he could...and he did try to keep them quiet..I think :p He did disappear with them for awhile so that did help..and while he was gone, I got to puke in silence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up today much better..not 100%, but I could see and I could function..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got our tax check today..YAY! Doesn't help where gas is concerned, but so far I did get Drew new shoes and some all important shampoo and conditioner! WOOT WOOT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN.....As if I didn't have a bad enough weekend.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at school, Drew's gym class was crawling..on the floor..all fours...well that resulted in his right wrist breaking! Can you believe that!?&lt;br /&gt;He got off the bus running home as usual, but holding his wrist close to his little body. When he got closer I noticed a bump...so I stopped him and felt his wrist and compared it to the other..then I took him to his Daddy and had him check..well, we decided to take him to the ER for X-rays. Good thing too..Doc said he has an acute fracture right below the growth plate..but there is no need for surgery or anything like that..Said it happened today and described how an injury like that could happen..Well, guess what, it was just like what Drew said they had done in gym class today..but we hadn't told the doc that.&lt;br /&gt;So now he is in a splint..Looks and feels like a cast to me, but what do I know? It's covered with an ace bandage and he has a sling to wear with it..Can't get it wet, yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;4-6 weeks..yippy..and he still has 8 days of school left!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT..here is the kicker..he says it doesn't hurt..can you believe that!? I'd be milkin this for everything it's worth!&lt;br /&gt;I put him to bed, and he was out within 5 mins. Poor baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm off to bed cuz I'm EXHAUSTED!!!&lt;/div&gt;How was YOUR weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202285790851353730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SDI7XSfBzII/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZFPJYMvGCUw/s320/Drewarm+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-563293112032478687?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/563293112032478687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=563293112032478687' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/563293112032478687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/563293112032478687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/05/poor-drew.html' title='Poor Drew!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SDI7XSfBzII/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZFPJYMvGCUw/s72-c/Drewarm+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-6208960239462314728</id><published>2008-05-14T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:21:42.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sharing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this thru email from a friend the other day...had to share..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cancel your credit card before you die..........(hilarious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now some people are really stupid!!!! Be sure and cancel your credit cards before you die.  This is so priceless, and so, so easy to see happening, customer service being what it is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A lady died this past January, and Citibank billed her for February and March for their annual service charges on her credit card, and added late fees and interest on the monthly charge. The balance had been $0.00 when she died, but now somewhere around $60.00. A family member placed a call to Citibank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here is the exchange:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family Member: 'I am calling to tell you she died back in January.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank: 'The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family Member : 'Maybe, you should turn it over to collections.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank: 'Since it is two months past due, it already has been.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Family Member: So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank: 'Either report her account to frauds division or report her to the credit bureau, maybe both!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Family Member: 'Do you think God will be mad at her?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank:'Excuse me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family Member : 'Did you just get what I was telling you - the part about her being dead?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank: 'Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Supervisor gets on the phone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family Member : 'I'm calling to tell you, she died back in January with a $0 balance.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank: 'The account was never closed and late fees and charges still apply.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family Member: 'You mean you want to collect from her estate?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank : (Stammer) 'Are you her lawyer?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family Member : 'No, I'm her great nephew.' (Lawyer info was given) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank: 'Could you fax us a certificate of death?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family Member: 'Sure.' (Fax number was given )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;After they get the fax:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank: 'Our system just isn't setup for death. I don't know what more I can do to help.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family Member : 'Well, if you figure it out, great! If not, you could just keep billing her. She won't care.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank: 'Well, the late fees and charges do still apply.' (What is wrong with these people?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family Member : 'Would you like her new billing address?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank: 'That might help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Family Member: ' Odessa Memorial Cemetery , Highway 129, Plot Number 69.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Citibank: 'Sir, that's a cemetery !' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Family Member: 'And what do you do with dead people on your planet??&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I don't know if this is a "true" story or not..but the way the world works, I'd be willing to bet it IS true..heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-6208960239462314728?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6208960239462314728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=6208960239462314728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6208960239462314728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6208960239462314728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-sharing-moment.html' title='Another Sharing Moment'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-2345641249753688374</id><published>2008-05-11T11:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:50:09.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a Fantabulous day! We had a Mother's Day BBQ at my parents house. My bro, me, the Hub, the kids and Mom and Dad. Spent the whole afternoon out there. My Mom took off with Kam for town and when they came back, I was not allowed outside..Hmm..wonder what's up..&lt;br /&gt;In walked all 3 kids and they said Happy Mothers Day! and handed me a potted Gerber Daisy! I love me some Daisy's! It was so sweet! Mom told me that every mother needed a little something for Mother's Day :)&lt;br /&gt;Hub took off later in the day with the boys to take them to a Demo Derby so me and Kam hung out with Bub and the Parental Units. Talked, and laughed and joked..Then Bub dropped me and Kam off on his way home.&lt;br /&gt;One of those warm and fuzzy feeling days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, as I sit and listen to my kids bitch and yell and scream at each other stuff like "IT'S MY TURN! STOP HITTING ME! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM HE WON'T LET ME PLAY WITH THE ARMY MEN!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel warm and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt; I am glad to be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;Because at the end of the day, when they are giving me hugs and saying "I love you Mommy" and I can see the happiness and love on their face and in their eyes, I know I've done good and I'm blessed to have them. &lt;br /&gt;We are all blessed to have our children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY to all of you groovy Mom's out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2345641249753688374?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2345641249753688374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2345641249753688374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2345641249753688374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2345641249753688374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-1032254732782180233</id><published>2008-05-07T19:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:40:03.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Louisville Zoo Field Trip</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was the First Grade field trip to the Louisville Zoo..Guess who got to be a chaperone..hehe Took about a million pictures while there..here's a few..&lt;br /&gt;btw..do you by chance know how difficult it is to take pictures of animals behind glass in dark places? Yes Yote..we all know you prolly do..but I'm talking about us "normal" people.. lol&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;Here's Drew...we had just gotten there and was waiting on the train to take us on a tour of the park..that consisted of seeing sheds and bushes and the parking lot for $2.50 round trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJNxF0-ADI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ytQaIR5jNcY/s1600-h/Zoo08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197802425712246834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJNxF0-ADI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ytQaIR5jNcY/s320/Zoo08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hooked up with another chaperone..Not sure if that made things easier or more hetic..lol She had her son and another boy, I had Drew and Alexis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right we got Drew, Jacob, Tanner and Alexis whom was getting MAJOR attitude by the time this picture was taken..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJNxl0-AGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Nv8O0ZurZow/s1600-h/Zoo08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197802434302181474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJNxl0-AGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Nv8O0ZurZow/s320/Zoo08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is King Louie..a rare white Alligator..yes, he is real...I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197804092159557810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJPSF0-ALI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wAY5P4_aCck/s320/Zoo08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJNx10-AHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6ciTlV7qmoE/s1600-h/Zoo08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197802438597148786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJNx10-AHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6ciTlV7qmoE/s320/Zoo08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197802700590153858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJOBF0-AII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FSV7SQ9DXLA/s320/Zoo08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you, this dragon came up to the water which was by the glass, and individually looked at each and every kid standing at the window while he "forked" his tongue in and out of the water getting a drink. Was a bit creepy..lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197802704885121170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJOBV0-AJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CwDgj6r0Pvs/s320/Zoo08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bald Eagles..They are so awesome! Took this picture from above them. She is literally laying eggs in this picture while being guarded. I swear they were almost as big as Drew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197802722064990370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJOCV0-AKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4Gen_EGz_s4/s320/Zoo08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time this picture got taken, Alexis was about to give out..I'm pretty sure she slept real good that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197802430007214162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJNxV0-AFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_0wg_7s9C2A/s320/Zoo08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We saw alot in 3 hours..not everything, but we gave it our best shot. The boys wanted to run through the park seeing everything..Alexis wanted to go play at the playground. Had to repeat to her many times that we did not drive for an hour just so she could go slide..I've decided that chaperoning boys is a hell of a lot easier than girls..lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all we had a good time though. The minute Drew's head hit the pillow that night he was OUT..I slept pretty damn good too..Might have had something to do with walking all day, then having the ole man fall asleep and forget to pick us up from the school..We had to walk home. That was fun..heh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait to take Tater to the Zoo though..he got so excited seeing all the pictures and hearing Drew talk about it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-1032254732782180233?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1032254732782180233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=1032254732782180233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1032254732782180233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1032254732782180233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/05/louisville-zoo-field-trip.html' title='Louisville Zoo Field Trip'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SCJNxF0-ADI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ytQaIR5jNcY/s72-c/Zoo08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-8600973317542091185</id><published>2008-05-04T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:27:10.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!  Baby Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Welcome Baby Ivy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;May 2, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8 lbs 10 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bouncing baby girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Congratulations Holly! Lots of love to you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8600973317542091185?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8600973317542091185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8600973317542091185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8600973317542091185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8600973317542091185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay-baby-time.html' title='Yay!  Baby Time!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-7425079422594835856</id><published>2008-05-03T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:21:33.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you to everyone for all the warm birthday wishes!  You really know how to make a girl feel all warm and tingly inside!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7425079422594835856?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7425079422594835856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7425079422594835856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7425079422594835856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7425079422594835856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-you.html' title='To You!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-7060363278757809424</id><published>2008-05-02T06:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:45:00.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Ok..here's what happened...</title><content type='html'>Well..Yesterday was my birthday.  At 6:10 am I got up, got the kids up and ready for school, made them breakfast, then I put them on the bus.  Then Tater got up, fed him, then sat down to watch a movie..Fracture is a good flick..just so ya know..Then proceeded the phone calls.  Mom called me first.  Finished my movie, then went through my many many Myspace comments, in which made me feel really good!  By this time it is after 10 am.  Got my husband out of bed (must be nice to sleep in) and then I took me a nice half an hour hot bath.  Apparently while in the tub I missed 7 phone calls from birthday wishers.  lol&lt;br /&gt;Mom came over, brought me a cake and ice cream and a pretty blue shirt!  My brother actually remembered and sent me a card with a gift card in it.  For those of you who know about my family history and how us 3 didn't talk for about 9+ years, you know how special this all is!  This is the first birthday I've had with them in forever!&lt;br /&gt;After Mom left, I started supper..then went and got Kam from her choir practice, fed the family, did the dishes...THEN finally, later on, I sat down and took a nap.  Maybe an hour?  Not sure.  The kids gave me extra attention.  Drew gave me 32 hugs and kisses and Kammy gave me some lovin and a card/poem she wrote.  Tater gave me lots of lovin too!  Mindy came by..bearing my fave perfume and a gift card and a card..She totally rocks.  Went out to our fave Thursday night Karaokee place where they sang Happy Birthday to me and I received a free shot.  Good stuff for sure!  Was Rumple something or other..lol And thanks to my buddy Jeremy being there, I got drunk on 3 beers..SUCH a cheap ass drunk I am.  BUT in my defense, they were 3 different beers..does that make a difference?  lmao&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I got wished a Happy 16th, 21st, 27th, 29th, and my Mom wished me a 32nd birthday.  heh&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't to late a night..Got home at maybe 12:05 am.  Then I was back up at 6:10..Wonder if I can get a nap today?  Gotta rest up for my over nighter with my Fave Hooker tomorrow night..She be takin me out for my birthday..Good thing for her I'm such a cheap ass drunk huh?  lol&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day Peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7060363278757809424?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7060363278757809424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7060363278757809424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7060363278757809424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7060363278757809424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-okheres-what-happened.html' title='Ok, Ok..here&apos;s what happened...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-8114083019568308814</id><published>2008-05-01T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:04:32.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gona Party..Like it's my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's right folks...Check it out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday, May 1, 1976 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Weighing in at a respectable 7lbs 4oz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Jess was born!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wasn't I cute?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SBc_ovRPKlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XyxGYucIv7s/s1600-h/ME!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194690664311237202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SBc_ovRPKlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XyxGYucIv7s/s320/ME!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;32 years, and 3 kids later I think I look pretty damn good.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SBc_pvRPKmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZZ7Lhl9Poh8/s1600-h/CrazyManT-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194690681491106402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SBc_pvRPKmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZZ7Lhl9Poh8/s320/CrazyManT-shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok. Ok..That's not me....But it's close..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SBc_qPRPKnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oBiHcQ2o75s/s1600-h/New+Years+eve+07+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194690690081041010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SBc_qPRPKnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oBiHcQ2o75s/s320/New+Years+eve+07+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't pass up the opportunity to show what a cute baby I was..Wonder what the hell happened? lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195114547518581378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SBjBJ_RPKoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hpJ1XLB0Eq4/s320/samp49d59ad8fc9a24e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7002769633173134671-8114083019568308814?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8114083019568308814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8114083019568308814' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8114083019568308814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8114083019568308814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/04/gona-partylike-its-my-birthday.html' title='Gona Party..Like it&apos;s my birthday!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SBc_ovRPKlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XyxGYucIv7s/s72-c/ME!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-2238258838740491374</id><published>2008-04-25T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:05:10.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>Another beautiful day in the neighborhood...But only if you live in some rich snobby place I reckon..heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update is this...My internet was shut off this week.  Major withdrawals..lol  Seems the myspace/work biotch tried accusing me of getting a fake myspace page so I could stalk her.  Hub actually took up for me and informed her that if  I was gona stalk her, I wouldn't hide behind some false name.  She proceeded to ask him if he was sure because some new name was popping up as viewing her page.  Hub assured her it was not me.  He asked her when it started and she was like Wednesday..Personally I don't see how a 1 day viewing is considered stalking, especially when you have your page set to private, but what do I know..anyway, Wednesday..My internet was shut off Monday..Ha..I win..For once he took up for me..I appreciate that..I did thank him..&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, next topic..my husband seems to think I have a problem and I need to change.  12 yrs I've been here..I've been taking care of his home, his children..trying to keep things stable while he went to school first for his EMT..then for his paramedic..I've been waiting patiently for my turn to go to school. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm being told I need to get a job..I am disrespectful..I don't want him..I act like I don't want to be here..the kids eat food faster than he can buy it..and apparently $1.38 for hair conditioner makes me a money grubber.  Yeah..I got told I needed to get a job once again cuz I said I needed some more conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get my hair done, I don't get my nails done..last time I bought underware was about 3 yrs ago...talk about holy...last time I bought clothes, I had a job..and yet I still didnt' really buy much.  I've had the same 5 pairs of shoes for more than 3 yrs now..I don't smoke anymore..he fixed that..where exactly am I spending money on? &lt;br /&gt;But I need to get a job..sorry..raising 3 kids isn't a job I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now is not really a good time for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2238258838740491374?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2238258838740491374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2238258838740491374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2238258838740491374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2238258838740491374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-8041537753372607248</id><published>2008-04-17T06:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T06:39:30.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace and Retardo's</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd share here what I posted on Myspace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG!! She's at it again!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks, I have been thinking..Lord help us all..Can you see the smoke coming out of my ears? Times like these I wish I hadn't been forced to quit smoking..thanks to my lovely husband whom everyone thinks is so great..I'm forced to quit..but did he quit? HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway, this is what's bothering me today.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID IMMATURE MYSPACE BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;That is what one of my top problems is today. My second problem is&lt;br /&gt;MY STUPID RETARDO HUSBAND WHO WON'T TAKE MY FEELINGS SERIOUSLY AND STOP THIS STUPID IMMATURE MYSPACE BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't STUPID IMMATURE MYSPACE BULLSHIT then the first time I said something about it, or he said something about it, the proper response (or the response that would have shut me the hell up) should have been&lt;br /&gt;"OH! I'm sorry, it wasn't meant to come off that way, no hard feelings" (or something close to that)&lt;br /&gt;Then..it WOULD HAVE STOPPED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not carried on just because it is known that it is pissing me off. I'm tired of people who I don't know trying to start bullshit..&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people I don't know trying to cause problems in my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to marriage being sacred and you don't fuck with married men? Whether literally or not. MARRIED MEN ARE OFF LIMITS..ESPECIALLY WHEN WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING PISSES OFF THEIR WIVES....&lt;br /&gt;There are boundries that are to be noticed..any decent person follows these boundries!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how long you've known the man. His marriage and wife come first, you DO NOT FUCK WITH A MARRIED MAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking literally at this point..it had better not be literally. If I find out it's literally, pfft..you think I"m a bitch now..just wait...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm talking fucking with, as in harassing, picking on, proving you are the center of attention and you will do anything at all costs to keep everyones attention. Even at the stake of that persons marriage? If you are "just friends" then respect the fuckin boundries ya know...I'm not just some girlfriend. I'm his WIFE! Mother of his 3 kids. For 12 years God Dammit! I deserve some freakin respect. I don't do that to anyones husband, it shouldn't be done to mine!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you have to work with these people or what not..If you gotta work with them, whatever happened to Professionalism? Whatever happened to just plain common fuckin sense? Any ounce of maturity would know what to do. I don't deserve to be disrespected like this. I'm not Rodney Fuckin Dangerfield.&lt;br /&gt;Stop the bullshit and take in consideration other peoples feelings...contrary to your belief, the world does NOT revolve around you. Grow the fuck up and start thinking with your HEAD! Would you want me pulling this bullshit with your husband? I highly doubt that shit. No matter how small the bullshit is, if it makes the wife (or husband) uncomfortable, the spouse should make you feel secure, and both parties should PUT A STOP TO IT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cuz believe me, I'm just getting warmed up. You have no idea how big of a bitch I can really be when MY shit is being messed with!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you're wondering what is up? Well, lemme tell you..there is a "woman" my husband works with..she seems to think she needs to be the center of attention...as a matter of fact, she even put that as her headline..then she moved MY husband to her #1 spot..because she thought it would be funny to piss me off. She was leaving him messages right after mine like a competition..messages that I didn't like, so I said something to my "loveing" husband...he said he'd take care of it. Well, he said something to her, so she stepped up one notch and did it MORE....So I said something AGAIN...Well, now, he's number 1, and she's the center of attention.  This bullshit has been going on for almost 1 month.. Am I the only one who see's a problem here? This is the response I get when I say something to him "I HAVE TO WORK WITH THESE PEOPLE!!!" WTF does that have to do with Myspace? Is that the EMS law now? "You must work together and partake in the Myspace trend, no matter what!" First reaction when I said something, SHE should have stopped and/or let it be known it was being misinturpreted...The second time it happened and I said something, HE should have deleted her ass and put a stop to it. Am I wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8041537753372607248?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8041537753372607248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8041537753372607248' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8041537753372607248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8041537753372607248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-myspace-pose.html' title='Myspace and Retardo&apos;s'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-3937197896939917046</id><published>2008-04-14T06:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:37:45.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grandkids</title><content type='html'>Over Spring Break, I took the kids north to the in-laws for a week.  Perfect time for Grammy to get a picture of all 5 grandkids.  By the time this pic got snapped, we had went through at least 10 shots..do you know how hard it is to get 5 kids who haven't seen each other in a while to actually look at a camera instead of each other and to all not blink and smile at the same time?  No?  Well..I do!  This is the ONLY one in which eyes were open and Emma wasn't trying to take off in..From the looks on their faces, you'd think Emma was mine to!  lmmfao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SANBLkZLVoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/t-MC2O7bI8k/s1600-h/grandkids08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189062862664586882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SANBLkZLVoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/t-MC2O7bI8k/s320/grandkids08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-3937197896939917046?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/3937197896939917046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=3937197896939917046' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3937197896939917046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3937197896939917046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/04/grandkids.html' title='The Grandkids'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/SANBLkZLVoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/t-MC2O7bI8k/s72-c/grandkids08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-2064935503255767666</id><published>2008-04-08T12:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:28:20.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning, the Drew-Man was brushing his teeth after having breakfast...All of a sudden I hear *ting* as something hits the sink and Drew gasps and freaks, on the verge of tears! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MY TOOTH!!      MOMMY!!!                MY TOOTH!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was using the kitchen sink (cuz we can't afford a plumber for our bathroom sink), and you know how in the drain it has the criss cross hole type..well, his tooth was dangling on one of those and THANKFULLY I was quick enough to grab it..Otherwise, buh-bye tooth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He calmed down and was excited after his mouth stopped bleeding..then he was like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MAN!  I'm losing teeth FAST!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lmao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried getting a few pics of it..and decided I must throw my camera out the window for it SUCKS at indoor pictures..I go a couple of the best ones for ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway..we are gona make the Tooth Fairy go broke for sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186926861955290818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_uqf9rG1sI/AAAAAAAAAWw/moczWvhLM58/s320/Drewtooth08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186926866250258130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_uqgNrG1tI/AAAAAAAAAW4/S2hU4G1UgWQ/s320/Drewtooth08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2064935503255767666?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2064935503255767666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2064935503255767666' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2064935503255767666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2064935503255767666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/04/toothless.html' title='Toothless'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_uqf9rG1sI/AAAAAAAAAWw/moczWvhLM58/s72-c/Drewtooth08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-6400190576965362019</id><published>2008-04-06T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:13:08.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!  Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Been YEARS since we had all the kids in one picture..Tater was barely a year old in the first one.  Look at them now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_j2MNrG1oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Gpiv-aQbRVg/s1600-h/Family+pic+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165660606453378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_j2MNrG1oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Gpiv-aQbRVg/s320/Family+pic+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_j2MdrG1pI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qrwm6B2jmgw/s1600-h/kam08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165664901420690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_j2MdrG1pI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qrwm6B2jmgw/s320/kam08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_j2MtrG1qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5maRZd47bJU/s1600-h/Drew+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165669196388002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_j2MtrG1qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5maRZd47bJU/s320/Drew+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_j2M9rG1rI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kRN3LeZSTY4/s1600-h/Tater08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186165673491355314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_j2M9rG1rI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kRN3LeZSTY4/s320/Tater08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAN!  I got some groovy lookin kids, don't I?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-6400190576965362019?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6400190576965362019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=6400190576965362019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6400190576965362019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6400190576965362019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-pictures.html' title='Finally!  Pictures!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R_j2MNrG1oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Gpiv-aQbRVg/s72-c/Family+pic+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-2849084304869543523</id><published>2008-03-29T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:29:50.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 08</title><content type='html'>Well, Monday afternoon..me and the kids headed north for the week..up to me in-laws....Emma greeted us with this....The "Where the hell have you been?"  look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lpdrG1mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kn85QOiUlUk/s1600-h/Spring+Break+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183262352908670562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lpdrG1mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kn85QOiUlUk/s200/Spring+Break+08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But she soon started to realize, "hey, they are here..lets go with it..cuz I LOVE my Aunt Jess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lYdrG1kI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VcQTowbOZ6c/s1600-h/Spring+Break+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lN9rG1eI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R-dsrsmh1FM/s1600-h/Spring+Break+08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183261880462267874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lN9rG1eI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R-dsrsmh1FM/s200/Spring+Break+08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast playing with each other.  Hard being that far away from family you actually like..lol&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lOdrG1fI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PAQJ3Ekt0ig/s1600-h/Spring+Break+08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183261889052202482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lOdrG1fI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PAQJ3Ekt0ig/s200/Spring+Break+08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after so long, Emma pooped out.......&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lOtrG1gI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qlGCf3w0TxM/s1600-h/Spring+Break+08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183261893347169794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lOtrG1gI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qlGCf3w0TxM/s200/Spring+Break+08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday we had to make the long trip back home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lO9rG1hI/AAAAAAAAAVY/X4uShXk4nYA/s1600-h/Spring+Break+08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183261897642137106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lO9rG1hI/AAAAAAAAAVY/X4uShXk4nYA/s200/Spring+Break+08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lO9rG1iI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YP7ZBwuUyi8/s1600-h/Spring+Break+08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183261897642137122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lO9rG1iI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YP7ZBwuUyi8/s200/Spring+Break+08+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183262348613703250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lpNrG1lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vRpMwnpUUso/s200/Spring+Break+08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think it might have been to long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who've kept up..Tara had a bouncing baby girl Wednesday afternoon.  Lillian Amber.  Can't wait to meet her!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2849084304869543523?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2849084304869543523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2849084304869543523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2849084304869543523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2849084304869543523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-08.html' title='Spring Break 08'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-6lpdrG1mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kn85QOiUlUk/s72-c/Spring+Break+08+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-7109999940276735999</id><published>2008-03-23T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:04:15.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>Today is my anniversary..today my loving husband slept til 3:30p.m..Happy 12 yrs to him..heh&lt;br /&gt;Taking the kids out of town tomorrow.  Won't be back for a week..God help me stay sane....Have a good week everyone..don't do anything exciting without me..Except for my Tara..she's having a baby on Wednesday..Go Team!  Love you girl!  Breath Breath..Push!  EPIDURAL all the way baby!  hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7109999940276735999?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7109999940276735999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7109999940276735999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7109999940276735999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7109999940276735999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-208950768717310376</id><published>2008-03-21T23:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:15:13.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 22, 2001</title><content type='html'>That's right folks......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years ago today......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9lbs 8 oz&lt;br /&gt;20 1/2 inches long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew David came into our lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180414257015477602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-SHUdrG1WI/AAAAAAAAAT0/go1yZRiXHq8/s320/Drew+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180414265605412210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-SHU9rG1XI/AAAAAAAAAT8/X1gEKyTYlk0/s320/Drew+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180414265605412226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-SHU9rG1YI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nzaJDTCUw4M/s320/samp204ad35b2cb797bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my Baby Boy! I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-208950768717310376?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/208950768717310376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=208950768717310376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/208950768717310376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/208950768717310376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-22-2001_21.html' title='March 22, 2001'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R-SHUdrG1WI/AAAAAAAAAT0/go1yZRiXHq8/s72-c/Drew+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-2690487789881530802</id><published>2008-03-18T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:17:00.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Eye?</title><content type='html'>School called today....Classes hadn't even started yet....."Drew is here in the nurses station and his left eye is very red, and glassy and has some gunk in it.  We would like for you to come pick him up and for him not to come back to school until he has some eye drops and has been to the doctor"...&lt;br /&gt;Me.."what?"&lt;br /&gt;Nurse..."well, we think he may have pink eye"&lt;br /&gt;Me.."he was fine when he left for school this morning..I didn't notice anything"&lt;br /&gt;(at this point he'd been gone 1 hour)&lt;br /&gt;Nurse..."well....did he have trouble opening his eye this morning"&lt;br /&gt;Me..."no"&lt;br /&gt;Nurse..."well, I can't say for sure, but you should have it checked"&lt;br /&gt;Me..."ok, I still got one kid in bed, so I'll be there as soon as I can"&lt;br /&gt;Nurse..."thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..so I wake Tater up, get him in his rain boots and find my umbrella all while trying to get myself dressed and call the Hub.  He says for me to check Drew out and if it looks bad to bring him over to the station for them to look at...&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, we are under a flood warning and it's raining freakin cats and dogs outside....&lt;br /&gt;I get to the school, wait 20 minutes for Drew to come out.  His eye isn't even red...Does it look like he's got Pink Eye to you?  There is no gunk, not even anything in his eyelashes..his eye ball was white, his eyelid was red where he'd been scratching a scab from a "war wound" he'd gotten earlier in the week....but where is the pink eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9_mxSx2llI/AAAAAAAAATE/YvQY4Ts7Heo/s1600-h/Pink+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179111831028274770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9_mxSx2llI/AAAAAAAAATE/YvQY4Ts7Heo/s320/Pink+eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait..I think Tater knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9_mxix2lmI/AAAAAAAAATM/EAnw88W4dxY/s1600-h/Storm+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179111835323242082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9_mxix2lmI/AAAAAAAAATM/EAnw88W4dxY/s320/Storm+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eureka!  Over-Reaction!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9_mxyx2lnI/AAAAAAAAATU/vcskIZ7ULfI/s1600-h/Storm+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179111839618209394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9_mxyx2lnI/AAAAAAAAATU/vcskIZ7ULfI/s320/Storm+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah..so Drew misses a whole day of school because the nurse panicked..Should have known better..this is the same nurse who sent Kammy home because she was SURE she had Pink Eye...What had happened was when Kam was out on the playground at recess a piece of dirt flew in her eye and scratched her eyeball.  And to top it off..by the time Tater starts Kindergarten, they will have the option (for the RICH kids) to go full day..BUT.....Only if you pay $35 a week...otherwise, the poor kids get to go half day and get behind..ok...Where's the justice in that?  Rat Flockin Bastards...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a beautiful day in the neighborhood isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2690487789881530802?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2690487789881530802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2690487789881530802' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2690487789881530802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2690487789881530802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/03/pink-eye.html' title='Pink Eye?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9_mxSx2llI/AAAAAAAAATE/YvQY4Ts7Heo/s72-c/Pink+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-6673626540358812334</id><published>2008-03-17T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:15:18.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, March 17, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R96Y-Sx2lkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7F8o1m7u1aQ/s1600-h/18658.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178744817482896962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R96Y-Sx2lkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7F8o1m7u1aQ/s320/18658.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-6673626540358812334?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6673626540358812334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=6673626540358812334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6673626540358812334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6673626540358812334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-march-17-2008.html' title='Monday, March 17, 2008'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R96Y-Sx2lkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7F8o1m7u1aQ/s72-c/18658.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-8244011820092358116</id><published>2008-03-11T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:45:40.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It would have been a snow day...but...</title><content type='html'>It was Saturday....hehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bExCx2lfI/AAAAAAAAASU/4yAq3Y7H-uU/s1600-h/March08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176541168547567090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bExCx2lfI/AAAAAAAAASU/4yAq3Y7H-uU/s320/March08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's so special..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bExyx2lgI/AAAAAAAAASc/P0qWO6zIgb0/s1600-h/March08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176541181432468994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bExyx2lgI/AAAAAAAAASc/P0qWO6zIgb0/s320/March08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can we say crash and burn?  lmao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bEyCx2lhI/AAAAAAAAASk/PnhLPDxNEwc/s1600-h/March08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176541185727436306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bEyCx2lhI/AAAAAAAAASk/PnhLPDxNEwc/s320/March08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew got tired haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bEyyx2liI/AAAAAAAAASs/MQAQYccWF4o/s1600-h/March08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176541198612338210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bEyyx2liI/AAAAAAAAASs/MQAQYccWF4o/s320/March08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kam and Tater are building little snow men :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bEzCx2ljI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oaqFEdJsCYg/s1600-h/March08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176541202907305522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bEzCx2ljI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oaqFEdJsCYg/s320/March08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kam's very first snow man ever...Yes, I know we lived in the land of snow, but she had never built one on her own....to bad it melted the next day...&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/7002769633173134671-8244011820092358116?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8244011820092358116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8244011820092358116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8244011820092358116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8244011820092358116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-would-have-been-snow-daybut.html' title='It would have been a snow day...but...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9bExCx2lfI/AAAAAAAAASU/4yAq3Y7H-uU/s72-c/March08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-3462882068872471505</id><published>2008-03-08T13:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:26:33.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!!</title><content type='html'>Amazing how one week ago we were all out running round in shorts and no jackets..Less than a week later SNOOOOOOWWWW!!!  lol  And here I was bitching that I actually missed snow.  It's not Lake Michigan type of snow, but for where I live now, this is a big deal what we got.  So the day it started snowing, the boys got all bundled in their snow gear and went out to play.  Daddy bought a couple inner tubes and Jon came over.  They took the boys tubin and had a blast...here's the boys gettin ready to go outside..Can you tell they are happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9LnVyx2lbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xAWK6Kyvsps/s1600-h/March+Snow+08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175453283396261298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9LnVyx2lbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xAWK6Kyvsps/s320/March+Snow+08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;              FINALLY!!  SNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9LnYCx2lcI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WgJb7fct1FY/s1600-h/March+Snow+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175453322050966978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9LnYCx2lcI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WgJb7fct1FY/s320/March+Snow+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Daddy just loaded the tubes up in Jon's truck and is headed to load up the boys in The Family Truckster......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9LndCx2ldI/AAAAAAAAASE/LFVycopkMi0/s1600-h/March+Snow+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175453407950312914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9LndCx2ldI/AAAAAAAAASE/LFVycopkMi0/s320/March+Snow+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the next day..After some meltage and after I hauled my fat ass out to shovel a bit.  lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9Lndyx2leI/AAAAAAAAASM/uGlWeSMhJxE/s1600-h/March+Snow+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175453420835214818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9Lndyx2leI/AAAAAAAAASM/uGlWeSMhJxE/s320/March+Snow+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said, not Lake Michigan snow, but it's snow and I actually missed it.  Don't tell anyone though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-3462882068872471505?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/3462882068872471505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=3462882068872471505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3462882068872471505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3462882068872471505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow.html' title='Snow!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R9LnVyx2lbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xAWK6Kyvsps/s72-c/March+Snow+08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-6126116327743586045</id><published>2008-03-06T07:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:13:03.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy</title><content type='html'>Sassy is doing good...Got her to the hospital on time, but of course the docs were running behind.  After some switcharoo with the drug doc they got her in about an hour late..not bad.  They came in, pumped her with a happy drug and then took her into the hall.  I was like "See ya in a bit" and she goes "byyyyyeeee Jess" all goofy like..lol  Couple hours later they let me back in the post recovery room so I could sit with her.  She did real good I think.  She doesn't remember much..lol  So anyway, I took her home and I made sure she was settled in real good before I left.  Wish I could have stayed with her overnight, but I think she was in good hands.  So anyway, Sassy is good, and a little lighter now that she's missing her gall bladder..lmao!  Love you girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-6126116327743586045?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6126116327743586045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=6126116327743586045' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6126116327743586045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6126116327743586045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/03/sassy.html' title='Sassy'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-464132643097464574</id><published>2008-03-04T06:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T06:44:35.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sassy Admirers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R81D6oASPFI/AAAAAAAAARs/-b27bID2APY/s1600-h/Hospital%2520Outside%2520-%2520Cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173866221368654930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R81D6oASPFI/AAAAAAAAARs/-b27bID2APY/s320/Hospital%2520Outside%2520-%2520Cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry about ole Sassy..I'm getting up tomorrow, waking up my kids, getting a shower, putting the kids on the bus, then I am headed east? to Sassy house to "transport" her crooked ass to the hospital where I will wait with my trusty book and lots of small bills and change for the vending machine in the waiting room as she has her surgery done. Then I shall sit with her til the docs say "get your crooked ass out of here and go home with these lovely drugs...Where I will THEN "transport" her back to her apartment where I will make sure she is comfortable as can be before I take my leave for the night. No worries! Jess is on the case! Even got her some crackers and soup for when I'm not there. Not much, but it's something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-464132643097464574?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/464132643097464574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=464132643097464574' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/464132643097464574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/464132643097464574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-sassy-admirers.html' title='Dear Sassy Admirers'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R81D6oASPFI/AAAAAAAAARs/-b27bID2APY/s72-c/Hospital%2520Outside%2520-%2520Cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-5305841831269140585</id><published>2008-03-03T06:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:02:53.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I'm sure y'all remember the post I wrote about the Nigerian emails my mom received. Well, the other night it all finally hit the news. County next to us has received a bunch and they happend to mention that "2 cases in Washington County have already been reported"...Yeah, my Mom was one of the 2 reported..lol Said it has been traced back to Nigeria and that if they find out it is really from the US, well, the shit will hit the fan I guess. Yeah..So anyway...got to drive the truckster finally. AWESOME. The whole point in getting a new car was for the family right? 3 kids, more room..yeah. Still waiting on the new to rub off since the Hub has been taking it to work. Wonder what happend to the whole "I'll drive the old car to save mileage and ect and leave you the new one that isn't falling apart and making noises and shuddering when until you reach 25 mphs to transport the kids"....hmmm...ok, still stuck at home. I'll be 32 in a couple months..Wish I was treated like that. I feel like I'm grounded for life..BAH Oh well. I'll stop bitching now. Suppose to get up in the 60s today so I'm gona open some windows!!! LOVE IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-5305841831269140585?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5305841831269140585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5305841831269140585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5305841831269140585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5305841831269140585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-8385954928546091204</id><published>2008-02-27T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:22:50.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Truckster</title><content type='html'>We've went from this..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R8XRaayrIrI/AAAAAAAAARE/xEPJVNsA0aI/s1600-h/Car+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171769998903550642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R8XRaayrIrI/AAAAAAAAARE/xEPJVNsA0aI/s320/Car+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To THIS!!!............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R8XRa6yrIsI/AAAAAAAAARM/WbMeVatQKI0/s1600-h/Car+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171770007493485250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R8XRa6yrIsI/AAAAAAAAARM/WbMeVatQKI0/s320/Car+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet the new family truckster! It's a Kia Sportage..and it totally kicks some booty! Can't wait to finally drive it! lmao ok ok, here's the story, it's a 5 speed..I haven't driven a stick shift in a few years so I didn't feel comfortable driving it back from where we bought it. Taking it out tomorrow to refresh my clutch abilities! Can't wait! Def movin up in the world! Will be nice to drive without the creakin noise and the car shuttering when you take off..lmao We have kept the white car though for Hub to drive back and forth to work.  So now I feel apart of the world..woohoo..and the best part..There is room for 2 booster seats and ALL 3 KIDS in the back seat..No more of Kam sitting sideways..lol  YAY US!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8385954928546091204?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8385954928546091204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8385954928546091204' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8385954928546091204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8385954928546091204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-truckster.html' title='Family Truckster'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R8XRaayrIrI/AAAAAAAAARE/xEPJVNsA0aI/s72-c/Car+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-2520537566199880298</id><published>2008-02-19T16:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:13:39.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots never cease to amaze me...</title><content type='html'>Mom called me today.  Said she got another email with the title about when she was gona die, or she was gona die or some crap.  She deleted the first one without opening it.  The second one, curiosity got the best of her.  It was a long ass letter about how someone wanted her dead.  How that person paid the email dude so much money to have my mother killed.  That they were monitoring her, that they knew all about her.  That the email dude decided to check into the "accusations" that were against my mother.  Email dude decided Mom was innocent and that they were deciding that if Mom sent them $7000 they wouldn't kill her.  For a mere $5000 they would send her that tapes of the person who wanted her dead talking about it.  Then she could press legal action against that person......&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone see anything REALLY FUCKING STUPID HERE?&lt;br /&gt;Mom forwarded the email to my Uncle who proceeded to contact the FBI.  They traced it to Nigeria.  Mom printed the email and took it up to the local Sherriffs dept.  She's the first in the area to receive one of these.  Did you catch that?  "FIRST IN THE AREA"..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Seems these Nigerian Fuckers are trying to scam people.  (ya think?) &lt;br /&gt;And to top it off..Today is my Mom's birthday.  She feels so blessed..lmao&lt;br /&gt;So if you get an email saying your gona die or whatever..either delete it or report it.  Seems to be going around. &lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-2520537566199880298?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/2520537566199880298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=2520537566199880298' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2520537566199880298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/2520537566199880298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/02/idiots-never-cease-to-amaze-me.html' title='Idiots never cease to amaze me...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-8142490043519123967</id><published>2008-02-11T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:04:34.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R7E2xRt3m-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Tfims2B9yrk/s1600-h/boydog129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165970467767950306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R7E2xRt3m-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Tfims2B9yrk/s320/boydog129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian invited his mother over for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the course of the meal, Brian's mother couldn't help but keep noticing how beautiful Brian's roommate, Stephanie, was. Brian's Mom had long been suspicious of a relationship between Brian and Stephanie, and this had only made her more curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two react, she started to wonder if there was more between Brian and Stephanie than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, 'I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Stephanie and I are just roommates.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week later, Stephanie came to Brian saying, 'Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't suppose she took it, do you?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian said, 'Well, I doubt it, but I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he sat down and wrote: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mom: I'm not saying that you 'did' take the gravy ladle from the house, I’m not saying that you 'did not' take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner. Love, Brian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several days later, Brian received an email back from his mother that read: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Son: I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Stephanie, I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Stephanie. But the fact remains that if Stephanie is sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LESSON OF THE DAY ... NEVER LIE TO YOUR MOTHER &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8142490043519123967?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8142490043519123967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8142490043519123967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8142490043519123967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8142490043519123967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuesdays-lesson.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Lesson'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R7E2xRt3m-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Tfims2B9yrk/s72-c/boydog129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-7607531761702036828</id><published>2008-02-08T07:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T07:34:47.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brains!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok..................&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS..................&lt;/span&gt;would..........&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm warped.........&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;......don't bother reminding me! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotprofilegraphics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hotprofilegraphics.com/myspace-graphics/images/halloween/movie/victimspovtd9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotprofilegraphics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myspace Comments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7607531761702036828?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7607531761702036828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7607531761702036828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7607531761702036828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7607531761702036828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/02/brains.html' title='Brains!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-1722302861271308595</id><published>2008-02-06T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:42:24.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com" target="_blank" title="Glitter Graphics @ CommentHaven.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb89/commenthaven/graphics/birthday/bd_30.gif" border="0" alt="Glitter Graphics @ CommentHaven.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commenthaven.com/" target="_blank" title="Get Comments @ CommentHaven.com"&gt;Get Comments @ CommentHaven.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I had no idea it was your birthday!  Had I known, I would have said something sooner!  I hope this is a great year for you!  I've only just "met" you within the last few months, but I have found you are a great soul!  You are funny, sweet, beautiful and downright freakin hilarious!!  Happy Birthday Holly!  I'm sending you lots &amp;amp; lots of love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-1722302861271308595?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1722302861271308595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=1722302861271308595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1722302861271308595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1722302861271308595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/02/holly.html' title='Holly'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-1074911164283821842</id><published>2008-02-04T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:38:39.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I found it!</title><content type='html'>Ever just want to protest the protesters?  Or just walk up and down the sidewalk of someone REALLY stupid and hold picket signs?  I've found the perfect sign for it!  Multiple copies are in the works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R6cw3Nx4NpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sIdzdE8J92M/s1600-h/0083ed85be4e5d9352156f40e30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163149222953367186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R6cw3Nx4NpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sIdzdE8J92M/s400/0083ed85be4e5d9352156f40e30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-1074911164283821842?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/1074911164283821842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=1074911164283821842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1074911164283821842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/1074911164283821842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-found-it.html' title='I found it!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R6cw3Nx4NpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sIdzdE8J92M/s72-c/0083ed85be4e5d9352156f40e30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-4474450954616910615</id><published>2008-01-31T07:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:39:12.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R6HPL9x4NoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3p6M7FHt_xE/s1600-h/funny-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161634452412577410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R6HPL9x4NoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3p6M7FHt_xE/s400/funny-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you know you guys rule!?  You have all helped me out in so many ways on more than one occassion and I totally appreciate each and every one of you!  Thank you so much for being my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-4474450954616910615?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4474450954616910615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=4474450954616910615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4474450954616910615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4474450954616910615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-you.html' title='To YOU!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R6HPL9x4NoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3p6M7FHt_xE/s72-c/funny-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-6188827909655842825</id><published>2008-01-30T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:12:32.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok y'all..Ole Jess needs some help.  Now, as most of you know, I have an 11 year old daughter.  She's an awesome kid!  She's beautiful, she's smart, she has tons of friends, she's one of those girls everyone loves..And I'm not just saying that because I'm her mother.  She rocks!  Lately she's been having some issues.  She's become totally scatterbrained, and weepy, and just plain AH!!!&lt;br /&gt; Example...Cold morning. &lt;br /&gt;At her bedroom door...&lt;br /&gt;"Kam, don't forget your gloves" &lt;br /&gt;"Ok Mom"&lt;br /&gt;She walks out of her room, into the kitchen..a whole 2 minutes have past...&lt;br /&gt;"Got your gloves?"&lt;br /&gt;"OH YEAH!!  Sorry"  Starts to cry...&lt;br /&gt;then she goes back to her room and returns with her gloves..&lt;br /&gt;Not like this is a one time thing..this happens all the time with different things.  Another example....&lt;br /&gt;Last night she brought home her midterm report..All A's, one B+..Her spelling dropped from an A..No big deal though, I think it looks like a great midterm.  Note from teacher on it saying that she was having some trouble with Kam remembering things and keeping up on certain items and trouble with her listening.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Kam, camly, didn't yell, no big deal like "what's up with that?"&lt;br /&gt;She starts freakin out and crying. &lt;br /&gt;Huh?  What?&lt;br /&gt;I sent a note back to school asking the teacher to call me.  She called this morning.  She told me Kam is doing ok grade wise, but she's noticed little things and wondered if she was doing them at home also.  Examples such as assignments not being turned in and Kam swearing she turned them in...Teacher tells her she doesn't have it, so she should go check again for it..Then Kam finds it in her desk..sometimes half finished.  Or she'll teach them something and less than a week later Kam will swear up and down she never heard that.  Says she's real emotional at school. &lt;br /&gt;She's been doing the same thing here the last couple months or so!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Is this her hormones?  What is going on with her?  I try to sit down with her and talk about things.  I've had the feeling in my bones something is up, but she won't talk..she keeps saying she's fine.  I don't want to push her to much, but I need to find out what's going on.  I've discussed with her that if she needs to talk, and if she doesn't feel comfortable enough to talk to me that she has her Grammy, her Aunt Sarah, Aunt Mimi, and Nana to talk to..She's always like "I know Mom"&lt;br /&gt;God Help Me!  She's not even a teenager yet and she's putting me in fits!  What do I do???If I push her to much, she'll just withdraw into herself.  But if I don't push enough....GAAAAAAAH!!!  Tell me I'm just being overprotective and she's just hormonal and she'll be fine!!!  I'm so glad I only got 1 girl..lol  I think I'm gona call my Mom and apologize for my childhood...:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-6188827909655842825?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6188827909655842825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=6188827909655842825' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6188827909655842825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6188827909655842825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/help.html' title='HELP!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-8943960899303718200</id><published>2008-01-28T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:32:28.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?  What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R56eNtx4NnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yOs3zHtak78/s1600-h/funny_sign_08-786248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160736181477455474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R56eNtx4NnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yOs3zHtak78/s400/funny_sign_08-786248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that means no more parking in the trees huh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8943960899303718200?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8943960899303718200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8943960899303718200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8943960899303718200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8943960899303718200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/huh-what.html' title='huh?  What?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R56eNtx4NnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yOs3zHtak78/s72-c/funny_sign_08-786248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-5764317698400016625</id><published>2008-01-25T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T06:05:11.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mistermedic.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mistermedic.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a horrible day..Even I got to admit it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-5764317698400016625?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5764317698400016625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5764317698400016625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5764317698400016625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5764317698400016625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/httpmistermedic.html' title='Yikes'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-5794510689057114366</id><published>2008-01-24T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:18:39.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn I'm good!</title><content type='html'>I found the PERFECT dog for Sassy........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R5lF57oZ-4I/AAAAAAAAANc/4t13ORtas9w/s1600-h/funny_dog_man_doctored_picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159231709691640706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R5lF57oZ-4I/AAAAAAAAANc/4t13ORtas9w/s400/funny_dog_man_doctored_picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-5794510689057114366?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5794510689057114366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5794510689057114366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5794510689057114366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5794510689057114366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn-im-good.html' title='Damn I&apos;m good!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R5lF57oZ-4I/AAAAAAAAANc/4t13ORtas9w/s72-c/funny_dog_man_doctored_picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-773543333574734301</id><published>2008-01-23T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:21:16.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...1...2...3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..so I've been told that I should keep blogging..that it's ok...well..we'll see how long this lasts..before I get into trouble again..that's all I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gona&lt;/span&gt; say....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gona&lt;/span&gt; start with this latest bit of news...Heath Ledger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158672904381660018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R5dJrLoZ-3I/AAAAAAAAANU/rD091ZF34J8/s400/tn2_heath_ledger_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talented actor...Easy on the eyes (very)...Found dead in his apartment at the age of 28.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..I think this is very sad.  Mostly because he has a 2 yr old little girl who will never really know her Daddy now.  So much talk about how he died and what he died of and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt;..But is this all really worthy of all the news coverage?  OH!  I keep forgetting that I live in the land of Nosey Fuckers...I mean COME ON!  There is a war still going on..there are presidential candidates trying to get our attention, there are starving and abused and neglected children in our country...Is it really necessary to broadcast 24 hr full coverage on CNN or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MSNBC&lt;/span&gt; about Heath Ledgers death?  Yes, I can see a story about it on the news..he was a famous actor..but good lord..not more coverage than say, the soldiers who are dying and whose children will never know them..or the children who are beaten and murdered and raped every day because of asshole psychos ya know?  Or the fact that I can't afford to go to the dentist!   Am I over reacting here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then, this...this is what really gets me..I hear tell that some Reverend Phelps is going to protest Heath's funeral.  What in the FUCK?  I never understood morons who protest funerals.  What's the point?  The person is DEAD..end of story.  Are they thinking that the family will go "oh, wait, Uncle Bob is being protested..lets not have a funeral or bury him"?  What is the point?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;these mother fuckers do this in the name of God....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOD....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;excuse me while I step outside and scream for a  moment...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..that's better..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just can not wrap my mind around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; possesses these people.  I guess I'll just leave those idiots to God huh?  Nothing else for me to do with them.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, I know I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wishy&lt;/span&gt; washy, and I know I've said I'll stop blogging....I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gona&lt;/span&gt; give this another shot.  If I catch anymore attitude at home about what I say though, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gona&lt;/span&gt; have to crunch some balls..because Sassy is right..if I can't be myself with who I love and with who loves me..then what..besides, she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gona&lt;/span&gt; claw my eyes out..and I'd hate to have Holly go into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-term labor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I am gone..or to have Lori be upset.  Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yote&lt;/span&gt;..what about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yote&lt;/span&gt;..I know he'd be a basket case without me..Although he's pretty much one with me around too..hmm..n/m  we won't talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yote&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah..ok..I'm back..forgive me for being insane..or not :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do love you guys!  Yes..Yes I do!  :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-773543333574734301?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/773543333574734301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=773543333574734301' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/773543333574734301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/773543333574734301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/testing123.html' title='Testing...1...2...3...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R5dJrLoZ-3I/AAAAAAAAANU/rD091ZF34J8/s72-c/tn2_heath_ledger_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-7487714506903697536</id><published>2008-01-18T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:42:24.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're bored when...</title><content type='html'>You know you're bored when you think this crap is funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I spend my Friday nights...pathetic much? lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: OPEN CAMIRA&lt;br /&gt;Jess: why&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: OPEN YOU CAMIRA&lt;br /&gt;Jess: I can't..it will release the demons&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: OK&lt;br /&gt;Jess: ok&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: YOU LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Jess: i love&lt;br /&gt;Jess: ok&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: YOU LOVE ??????&lt;br /&gt;Jess: I love ??????&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;Jess: Ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaass&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: OK&lt;br /&gt;Jess: ok&lt;br /&gt;Jess: are you looking for a green card?&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: YES&lt;br /&gt;Jess: are you looking for a blue card?&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: ok&lt;br /&gt;Jess: ok&lt;br /&gt;Jess: have you found it yet?&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: YES&lt;br /&gt;Jess: where did you find it&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: I D ONt HAVE CPTSHEN&lt;br /&gt;Jess: cptshen..what is that?&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: I m HEAR&lt;br /&gt;Jess: are you married to a camel?&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: yes&lt;br /&gt;Jess: i thought so...does the hump bother you much?&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: ok&lt;br /&gt;Jess: ok&lt;br /&gt;Jess: why aren't you home with your camel? has the passion left you 2?&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: nwo&lt;br /&gt;Jess: nwo?&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: yes&lt;br /&gt;Jess: yes&lt;br /&gt;Jess: did you learn english online?&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: I SPEEK ARABIC GOOD&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: YOU TLEPHON MOPILE&lt;br /&gt;Jess: is that arabic?&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: YES&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: NO I m OPEN NET WILL TLEPHON YOU&lt;br /&gt;Jess: you have telephones in the&lt;br /&gt;desertahmed_dee2002: YES&lt;br /&gt;Jess: we don't have phones here&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: OK&lt;br /&gt;Jess: ok&lt;br /&gt;Jess: telephones hide demons&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: ok&lt;br /&gt;Jess: the demons are calling me now...goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he actually gave me a number&lt;br /&gt;ahmed_dee2002: 02  011325850&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to call him..he's looking for a green card..lmmfao!   Save me!  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7487714506903697536?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7487714506903697536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7487714506903697536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7487714506903697536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7487714506903697536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-youre-bored-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re bored when...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-3477358444478555681</id><published>2008-01-18T06:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:52:04.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday bitching</title><content type='html'>I am throughly sick to death of being cooped up in this freakin cold ass house with 3 kids all the damn time, AND being sick!  And when the man is home, he is either A. sleeping..B..on the computer..C...playing playstation..or D..asleep in the tub.  Sleep all day, stay up all night and do jack shit..the last 2 nights, he was up til 4 am...yesterday he slept til 2 in the afternoon, then I didn't get to go to Karaoke cuz he said he was going to work last night.  Well, at 7 this morning, he went to work..WHAT THE FUCK??!!  I make a mess, I clean it up..Kids make a mess, I clean it up..HE makes a mess..I FUCKING CLEAN IT UP!   I've tried the "leaving it there til he does something" but I don't like having bugs and rodents...heh.  I'm drowning here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-3477358444478555681?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/3477358444478555681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=3477358444478555681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3477358444478555681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3477358444478555681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/friday-bitching.html' title='Friday bitching'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-5009368717997476212</id><published>2008-01-14T06:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:51:10.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Piss and Moan</title><content type='html'>Ah! Another beautiful day in the neighborhood. I'm getting over ANOTHER cold..or am I just nursing the same one I've had for 2 months? Nasty sinus infection I've had. The kind of stuff that's packed in so freakin tight all you want is for your nose to burst open and the shit come pouring out! Please God, let a hole form in my forehead! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I've been feeling and looking like for the past few days. It's amazing they got such an accurate picture of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155312467094059938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R4tZX_NIu6I/AAAAAAAAANM/m0sJ6MQS9yk/s400/flu3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally some relief!  I had tried some different over the counter craps.  (No, I didn't go to the doctor.  Long story)  Only thing that ever seems to work for me is TheraFlu..not the pills, but the actual drink.  Nice and loaded with a bit of sugar..hehe...so then, Sunday night, after getting my drink on, I felt as though I needed one of these.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R4tYn_NIu4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/KDbABe48dcA/s1600-h/flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155311642460339074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R4tYn_NIu4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/KDbABe48dcA/s400/flu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That would be soooooooo cool.  I'm gona go on Ebay to see if they sell those...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, today..I'm back to a packed up nose.  It just amazes me how "juicy" it can all sound, and then I blow my nose til I think my eyes will pop out and not a damn thing comes out of my nose.  Then it all comes at once..Ok, yes, TMI!  I know this, but at least I didn't tell you the color of the snot when I finally DID get some out (bright bright yellow, then a nasty green..hehe)  Ok, I'm bored, throw me a bone why don't ya!  So anyway, back to me....I feel better today.  Just a bit stuffy, a bit tired.  Getting back to my old self...I hope....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great day peoples!   It's snowing here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R4tYn_NIu5I/AAAAAAAAANE/jKI6pmoh7iY/s1600-h/jaws_kitten_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155311642460339090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R4tYn_NIu5I/AAAAAAAAANE/jKI6pmoh7iY/s400/jaws_kitten_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7002769633173134671-5009368717997476212?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/5009368717997476212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=5009368717997476212' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5009368717997476212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/5009368717997476212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-piss-and-moan.html' title='Monday Piss and Moan'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R4tZX_NIu6I/AAAAAAAAANM/m0sJ6MQS9yk/s72-c/flu3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-4968644527399621667</id><published>2008-01-11T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:51:46.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The other day my Kam came home and asked me what Hepatitis C was.  Thankfully Daddy was home and could explain exactly what it was to her.  Mr. Medical Man himself.  Then we were like "why do you want to know this?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Apparently a little girl who has been border line stalking our phone lines has asked Kammy to spend the night.  (borderline stalking as in yesterday this child called every 3 mins.  I didn't answer the phone..no reason, I just don't answer the phone sometimes....and this child would call, let the machine pick up then hang up..leaving a dial tone..then she'd call back.  After 6 dial tones on the machine in less than 45 mins I finally answered it and let her talk to Kam..lol)  Anyway,  this little girls mother has Hepatitis C and "something else" that Kam can not remember.  Little girl told her so.  Then I got to thinking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wasn't this the same girl who invited Kam to a sleepover and I didn't let her go because we had just moved back and I didn't know her parents and hadn't talked to the mother yet?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is this the same little girl who invited a whole bunch of girls from her class to that very same sleepover and whom waited over an hour for no one to show up?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is this the same girl who is in Kam's class and whom the teacher called me one day asking if Kam could go to McDonalds with them because the teacher felt bad that no one showed up for her part?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is this the same girl that (according to the teacher) has a very strange mother whom the parents have problems with?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Same girl who goes to annoying church across the street?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why Yes..Yes it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know.  But the thought that there is a deadly disease at this child's house does not give me the confidence to send my child over there.  Not to mention the so called rumors I've heard about this family.  Although they are just rumors, and those could be summed up to people knowing she's sick and just starting shit cuz that's the type of town I live in, BUT....This is my child's safety we are talking about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So anyway, Daddy's response to Kam about spending the night was a good strong solid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "NO"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Are we over-reacting?  I don't want to seem prejudiced, but this isn't like something that can't be caught and is harmless ya know.  I don't think we are over-reacting, but perhaps it will be perceived as that?  Why am I bothering to care what it will be perceived as?  What's the meaning of life?  How does Sassy's dog get into the fridge?  Why doesn't Holly have a White Castle and know what Chicken Fries are?  Why doesn't Bulb come visit?  When will I be able to get to Texas to visit my favorite inlaws?  So many questions..Does anyone REALLY have all the answers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-4968644527399621667?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4968644527399621667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=4968644527399621667' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4968644527399621667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4968644527399621667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/judgement-call.html' title='Judgement call'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-8478108195372913357</id><published>2008-01-09T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:30:46.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Was settled in for the night when I heard fireworks going off outside my house.  Then I heard screaming and yelling and honking.  I open my front door and the church across the street apparently seems to think it is either the 4Th of July or it's New Years all over again.  Not to mention, in front of my house there is a city sign that reads "Residential Parking Only"...ONLY dammit!   Cars were parked up and down the street in front of my house..and pointed the opposite direction at that.  When we first moved in, the Pastor came and talked to us.  He told us he has made it clear to the parishioners that they should not park there.  So anyway.  This is my FIRST response to this situation.  Tomorrow they will find a typed letter in their mailbox that reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To Whom It may concern,&lt;br /&gt;It would be greatly appreciated if you would inform your congregation that the Residential Parking is for Residents only. Not for the convenience of getting to church faster. Also, some courtesy to the neighborhood when setting off fireworks, shouting, honking of horns, &amp;amp; etc after dark. Thank you for your attention to this matter.&lt;br /&gt;A Concerned Neighbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like they won't know who it's from..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  Anyway, if this doesn't make some sort of difference, then I'll send in the big guns and I'll send Hub and his "attitude" over there to discuss. :p  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe I'm being petty, but DAMN!  I shouldn't have to walk a block to get to my own house when I pay to have a parking spot right in front of it.  I shouldn't have to calm my kids down after they are in bed because these people are outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hootin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hollerin&lt;/span&gt; and shooting off firecrackers in the alley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they think they can.  And!  Not to mention, I'm just getting over a sinus infection that has kicked my ass for the last few days and I sure as HELL don't want to hear bullshit outside my house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun being a bitch :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8478108195372913357?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8478108195372913357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8478108195372913357' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8478108195372913357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8478108195372913357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-wednesday.html' title='My Wednesday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-6860099478440654107</id><published>2007-12-31T23:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:20:13.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I bet none of y'all had Spiderman at your party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3nMt_NIuyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/S6c_LH8wUIQ/s1600-h/New+Years+eve+07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150372739307584290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3nMt_NIuyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/S6c_LH8wUIQ/s400/New+Years+eve+07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Warmin up in Kam's room...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150372756487453538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3nMu_NIu2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/h6sIQ8eRtpk/s400/New+Years+eve+07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can you tell it's past bedtime and they've had some Mt. Dew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3nMuPNIuzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UuOzRWW_lyE/s1600-h/New+Years+eve+07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150372743602551602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3nMuPNIuzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UuOzRWW_lyE/s400/New+Years+eve+07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, even I got into the action.  I swear, I don't think Kam can take a bad picture..It's not in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3nMufNIu0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/9AER_8ZL1G4/s1600-h/New+Years+eve+07+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150372747897518914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3nMufNIu0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/9AER_8ZL1G4/s400/New+Years+eve+07+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had about 10 mins to go and Tater had already passed out at 11 pm..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3nMuvNIu1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/bngXH-Dg69c/s1600-h/New+Years+eve+07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150372752192486226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3nMuvNIu1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/bngXH-Dg69c/s400/New+Years+eve+07+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all, it wasn't a bad night.  I was more counting the minutes so that I could get peace and quiet than for the New Year..lol&lt;br /&gt;I think 2008 will be a better year.  It has to be..lol &lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-6860099478440654107?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6860099478440654107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=6860099478440654107' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6860099478440654107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6860099478440654107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3nMt_NIuyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/S6c_LH8wUIQ/s72-c/New+Years+eve+07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-8516536700006800286</id><published>2007-12-31T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:26:01.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3kJvfNIuxI/AAAAAAAAAME/CCnulM0vKfY/s1600-h/111923_Happy%2520New%2520Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150158360309971730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3kJvfNIuxI/AAAAAAAAAME/CCnulM0vKfY/s400/111923_Happy%2520New%2520Year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have a safe and Happy New Year everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8516536700006800286?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8516536700006800286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8516536700006800286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8516536700006800286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8516536700006800286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-2007.html' title='Goodbye 2007'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3kJvfNIuxI/AAAAAAAAAME/CCnulM0vKfY/s72-c/111923_Happy%2520New%2520Year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-3168046967003575580</id><published>2007-12-26T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T12:09:09.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007</title><content type='html'>Christmas was good this year.  Lots of last minute shopping and now cringing at the fact that if we run out of toliet paper any time soon, we are SCREWED since we are broke!  lol &lt;br /&gt;Here's the kids getting ready for bed Christmas Eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXF_uubwI/AAAAAAAAALU/mAtJMT26w7E/s1600-h/Christmas07+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148343453300453122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXF_uubwI/AAAAAAAAALU/mAtJMT26w7E/s400/Christmas07+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas morning.  Can you tell Drew is excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXGvuubxI/AAAAAAAAALc/ehAuyN_sYOg/s1600-h/Christmas07+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148343466185355026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXGvuubxI/AAAAAAAAALc/ehAuyN_sYOg/s400/Christmas07+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even Tater had his "This is COOL!!!" moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXHPuubyI/AAAAAAAAALk/J4HS5G0egZM/s1600-h/Christmas07+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148343474775289634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXHPuubyI/AAAAAAAAALk/J4HS5G0egZM/s400/Christmas07+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's such a little poser.  Had to show off his new outfit my Mom got him..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXH_uubzI/AAAAAAAAALs/Mw3FLCkMUqg/s1600-h/Christmas07+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148343487660191538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXH_uubzI/AAAAAAAAALs/Mw3FLCkMUqg/s400/Christmas07+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And not to be outdone by Drew....Here comes the Tater...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXJPuub0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/hlBKuMQz63s/s1600-h/Christmas07+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148343509135028034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXJPuub0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/hlBKuMQz63s/s400/Christmas07+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's even prettier when she's not so damn blurry!  Lay off the sauce woman!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148343788307902290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXZfuub1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/8iYGP0Ulkt8/s400/Christmas07+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first Christmas being back home.  Not such a bad time.  The kids have been opening presents for a week straight..no joke.  Today should finish it up with Papaw coming over and with Aunt Mindy bringing in the last of the gifts.  I believe Tater will go through withdrawal..lol  I hope each and every one of you had a marvelous and blessed Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-3168046967003575580?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/3168046967003575580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=3168046967003575580' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3168046967003575580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3168046967003575580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas 2007'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R3KXF_uubwI/AAAAAAAAALU/mAtJMT26w7E/s72-c/Christmas07+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-4570328370413907314</id><published>2007-12-17T07:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:15:47.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, newest thing..Drew has stopped eating again. He's been sleeping alot more, and the dark circles are for sure going away, but good lord..WHY WON'T HE EAT???? He's a boy..I thought boys ate nonstop? *proceeds to pull hair out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Christmas is close..to close..and I am not anywhere near done. I HATE...no LOATHE not having money. I have so many people I need to get stuff for. And we dont' get paid again til Friday. That's gona be all his check on Christmas. We are always broke this time of year. Especially more so this year because we are still feeling the crunch of our big move 6 months ago. Takes a freakin fortune to move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I do have some things to give out for Christmas. Every year I make "goodie boxes". Cookies, fudge, spice cake, pumpkin bread, rice krispie treats. I baked about 9 billion cookies Sunday, and I still have 2 more batches to make. THEN, I have to ICE them..ARGH!! lol Gona make cookies for the kids for school too. We made little name tags yesterday to put on the cookies. Kam wants Christmas Trees for her class, and Drew wants Candy Canes. I'll bag them up individually, then put the little tags on. The tags say "Merry Christmas!! Your friend, Kammy/Andrew" Yes I know..I'm so creative..lmao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tonight is Drew's Christmas program at school, and tomorrow is Kammy's..both at 7 pm. Their last day of school is Thursday. I feel like my head is spinning. I can't wait til Christmas is over and I can bitch I'm bored again! lmao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Found out yesterday my hubs great aunt is hospitalized. They called the family in Friday because they didn't think she was gona make it. Yes..Friday..we found out SUNDAY! And the only reason I found out was cuz I'd called hub's mom to see if she was coming in this coming weekend and she told me. She had just found out herself. I was like good grief..We live in the same damn town as Great Aunt..why weren't we told but the rest of the family was? (well, Mom wasn't told cuz she lives 4 hrs away, and the Texans weren't told cuz they are disowned? But I love you Tara &amp;amp; Ryan!!) Family Drama!!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, she's is doing ok now but must go into Assisted Living..aka nursing home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And yes, you heard me right. My mother-in-law is coming to visit. She will be in Friday night and leave Sunday (depending on the weather..hope for good) I volunteered her to watch my kids on Saturday while we go Christmas shopping..She didn't argue with that. I swear I could almost hear her jumping up and down and I would not have been surprised if she had went "goodie goodie" when I told her..lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So anyway, I got a ton of CRAP to do, so I better get my ass in gear. Thank you all for leaving me great comments! You sure do know how to make a girl feel good! Love you all :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-4570328370413907314?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4570328370413907314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=4570328370413907314' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4570328370413907314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4570328370413907314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-update.html' title='Monday Update'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-4012650693959846664</id><published>2007-12-14T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:58:07.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of so many things right now that I don't even know where to start.  My hub is sleeping right now.  Must be nice.  He is either gone at work, or doing something for those no good idiot whores he works with, or he is home on the computer or asleep.  He stays up all night then sleeps all day.  He totally takes me for granted.  I'm his laundress, his babysitter, his cook, his maid...Hell, I'm even his freakin alarm clock.  He never worries about setting his clock or anything like that.  He stays up til like 2 am then he runs a hot bath and I swear, he sleeps in the tub.  I go in at 6 am when I'm getting up to get the kids ready for school, and there he is, snoring away with Gawd Damned curtain open.  How many times have I told him NOT to do that?  We have an 11 yr old girl in the house for Petes Sake. Over and over and over it's the same damn thing.  He doesn't do hardly anything to help me.  And when he does, he only does it because he wants something, or because he's tired of hearing me throw a fit.  And then he half ass things.  Every day he's like "what is wrong with you?" and every day I'm like "you never help me with shit...you come home, do what you want to do, then leave..I do EVERYTHING"  So he's like "then tell me what to do"  Well, that only goes for so long because then he gets pissy cuz he's having to help.  Is it so hard to do some dishes when you see the sink is full?  Is it so hard to fold some damn towels when I'm sitting next to you folding laundry?  Is it so God Damned hard to get up off your ass and help feed YOUR children or play with them, or to even see what it is they need?  When my kids want something, they come to ME..and when I go "why don't you go ask your father?" or "go get Daddy to do it"  you know what they say?  "he won't"  They don't go to him because he won't do anything.  Apparently it's MY job to do what I do.  Ok fine..it's my job..but don't jobs give you some time off?  Don't you get paid to do a job?  Where the hell is my vacation days, or my sick days?  He loves his children...I know this, but Geez!  Does he not realize that the kids are gona remember this?  They already tell me that Daddy won't do stuff for them..and that Daddy makes promises he doesn't keep.  He tells them all the damn time "we'll do this this and this" and when the time comes, who is getting bitched at cuz Daddy didn't do it?  Bingo..ole mom.   I'm tired of fighting over the same damn thing every damn day for the last 12 fucking years.  I'm kept in the dark about everything..the money, the bills.  I'm tired of the lies, the promises, the fighting. &lt;br /&gt;And as if the shit with my husband is not enough, I've got idiots in this town accussing me of stupid bullshit that I never did.  I don't go anywhere, I don't do anything.  I know how to use my manners, and I know what is appropriate conversation with the proper crowd..I'm not a freakin hick.  Boy am I gona catch shit over this post..&lt;br /&gt;Bright side, Drew is doing better.  He slept most of the day yesterday and he did have 3 good meals.  The circles under his eyes look better.  Thank you God for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-4012650693959846664?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4012650693959846664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=4012650693959846664' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4012650693959846664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4012650693959846664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/12/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-3597844884397083043</id><published>2007-12-13T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:03:27.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried Thursday</title><content type='html'>Something is wrong with my Drew and it's starting to scare the hell out of me.  He's tired all the time, he's got dark circles under his pretty brown eyes..he's whiney as all get out.  And he's not eating.  Today I kept him home from school and he's sleeping.  I ask him if he feels bad and he goes "sometimes"  so I ask him what hurts and he goes "nothing really".  Sometimes his head hurts, sometimes his belly hurts...well, I think his belly hurts cuz it's hungry.  He got up for a little bit this morning and I suckered him into eating a bowl of cereal and he had half a piece of toast and a small glass of OJ...he doesn't eat or drink anything good for him, so I think thats starting to take the toll.  He's so picky and I've been the awful parent letting him get by with eating just bread stuff and ect.  He still smiles at me and talks my arm off.  So I know he's not totally bad off.  I've heard tell of something called Fifth Disease &lt;a href="http://www.kidshealth.org/parent/infections/bacterial_viral/fifth.html"&gt;http://www.kidshealth.org/parent/infections/bacterial_viral/fifth.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's going around and he seems to have alot of the symptoms.  I wonder if that's what is happening.  For now we are making him take it easy and keeping him hydrated.  He is getting into the doctor first of the year unless he gets worse. &lt;br /&gt;On top of this, we had to take Kammy to get Xrays on her wrist.  She tripped at school and hurt it.  Luckily it's just sprained.  I think she was disappointed when she found out it's "just" sprained..cuz the look on her face when they told her was like "DAMN IT!!"  lol  Sprained doesn't get as much attention as broke :p  She'll live. &lt;br /&gt;I found out my Nanny isn't doing so good anymore.  She's totally slumped over now in her wheelchair and she can barely be heard IF she talks.  She doesn't recognize anyone and if she thinks she should recognize them, she gets real upset because she doesn't.  My Mom asked me if I wanted to go see Nanny on Christmas Eve.  Me, Mom, and my brother.  I told her no.  I can't.  As it is, my last memory of her is of her slumped over and not having a clue as to who I was for most of the time I was there to visit her.  She knew me for about 15 mins of the hour and half I was there.  And that was a good day.  It may sound awful, but I can't, I don't, want to live with her current state in my mind for the rest of my life..My Nanny was my world.  I was the only grand daughter in the family til my daughter came along, so obviously I was a Nanny's girl.   My world is gona shatter when she fianlly goes.  I know it's coming.  It's a part of life..and I know she'll be happier and better off when she does go..but I can't face that now.  I'm a selfish Hooker.  I don't wanna give up my Nanny.  I'm done on this subject...it upsets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the day goes on, it's rainy and cold as all get out outside.  Drew is sleeping, Tater is watching cartoons and Kam is at school. Hub just walked in the door with stuff we are hoping Drew will eat.  I hope your days are better than mine right now.  Wish us luck! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-3597844884397083043?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/3597844884397083043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=3597844884397083043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3597844884397083043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/3597844884397083043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/12/worried-thursday.html' title='Worried Thursday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-6589428937489227914</id><published>2007-12-10T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:06:00.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's thought</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in a slump.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to go drop my Tater man off with Mindy so that I can go check on my bro. He had surgery this morning. I'm gona tell him I'm amazed they let him go home so soon after a brain transplant..hehe I love my brother.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of censoring what I say on here because certain people in my household don't like how I feel or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood to be totally random on my writings on here.&lt;br /&gt;How many of you are confused by what I've said so far?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know according to my Hub's family I need to get a job and that I'm a baby factory?&lt;br /&gt;I love when people talk about you behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, we got our water turned back on that very same day.  then we got the new bill............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-6589428937489227914?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/6589428937489227914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=6589428937489227914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6589428937489227914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/6589428937489227914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/12/mondays-thought.html' title='Monday&apos;s thought'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-718090772488821705</id><published>2007-11-29T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:44:24.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah Humbug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanna know what really sucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The fact that our local water dept does NOT have to notify you that they are turning you off..2 days late..BOOM..no water..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Water bill = $28.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;add on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;wastewater = $43.67&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;include &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sanitation = $6.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Total Water Bill= $ 78.02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;reconnection....$30+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Only time we've ever had a bill that fuckin high was up north when we filled up the pool.  HOW IN THE FREAKING HELL is it that high now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And this town LITERALLY smells like sewage.  Has for as long as I can remember.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Fuckin Christmas you money grubbin bastards at City Hall!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-718090772488821705?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/718090772488821705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=718090772488821705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/718090772488821705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/718090772488821705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/11/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah Humbug'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-8647092328075084626</id><published>2007-11-21T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T15:00:49.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R0ScQbMcVCI/AAAAAAAAALM/E5aYmkbtoy4/s1600-h/8493-002-13-1028.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135401281100993570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R0ScQbMcVCI/AAAAAAAAALM/E5aYmkbtoy4/s400/8493-002-13-1028.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope everyone has a great day and gets to eat lots of good food!  I love you all!!! :-)  Gobble Gobble!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8647092328075084626?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8647092328075084626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8647092328075084626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8647092328075084626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8647092328075084626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-you.html' title='To YOU!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/R0ScQbMcVCI/AAAAAAAAALM/E5aYmkbtoy4/s72-c/8493-002-13-1028.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-8364332909167631116</id><published>2007-11-18T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:12:03.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert!!  Sit down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sooooo..we all know my favorite hooker had a birthday last week.  And we all know that me and her was havin a hooker night to celebrate.  Well, let me tell you, we DID and we had ONE HELL OF A GOOD TIME!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had our nails done, we had a nice supper at Tumbleweed (which is much better going down BTW..really sucks to burp taco salad AND Budlight).  The band we went to see kicked some major ass.  So we got to jam, we got to laugh our asses off, we got to watch drunk people get scolded, we "looked thirsty" to some random dude who proceeded to give us each a beer, we each got a rose, we tried to find a donor, we thrashed, we got drunk.  Need I say more?  Yes?  Details you say?  Weeeeeeell...Maybe for another day.  The band didn't quit playin til after 3 am, so I'm beat.  Besides, what goes on in Hookerville, STAYS in Hookerville..right Robert?&lt;/span&gt;  Robert?  ROBERT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-8364332909167631116?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/8364332909167631116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=8364332909167631116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8364332909167631116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/8364332909167631116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/11/robert-sit-down.html' title='Robert!!  Sit down!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-4104176492093048092</id><published>2007-11-15T05:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T08:31:15.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November 15, 2007</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day. Today my Hooker is gettin OLD...er...yeah..older.. Hey, 30 ain't so bad. Unless of course you got gray hair already, and your best friend doesn't even though she's older..and oh..wait, sorry, this is suppose to make her feel BETTER about 30...Did I mention today is her 30th Birthday? She's 30 today...This is how she makes 30 out to be.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwszLMcVAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5DDId_zmvz4/s1600-h/sampf416bd35e58f7130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133026932985451522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwszLMcVAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5DDId_zmvz4/s320/sampf416bd35e58f7130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess we know who she thinks is invited to the party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwsH7McU9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/FGqZWHaHmjw/s1600-h/655759%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133026189956109266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwsH7McU9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/FGqZWHaHmjw/s320/655759%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Sam my Tater Man loves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwsILMcU-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ExFyORlWStE/s1600-h/birthday_glitter_graphics_24.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwsIrMcU_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/HtYFXe7DqkA/s1600-h/fall+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133026202841011186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwsIrMcU_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/HtYFXe7DqkA/s320/fall+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Drew, and Kammy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some more than others.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133032980299404306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwyTLMcVBI/AAAAAAAAALE/cd9hkWqJAfY/s320/bestFriendHugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Samantha! I love you Hooker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwsH7McU9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/FGqZWHaHmjw/s1600-h/655759%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwsILMcU-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ExFyORlWStE/s1600-h/birthday_glitter_graphics_24.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133026194251076578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwsILMcU-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ExFyORlWStE/s320/birthday_glitter_graphics_24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-4104176492093048092?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4104176492093048092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=4104176492093048092' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4104176492093048092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4104176492093048092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-15-2007.html' title='November 15, 2007'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzwszLMcVAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5DDId_zmvz4/s72-c/sampf416bd35e58f7130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-7157295544197009720</id><published>2007-11-06T06:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T07:22:04.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tater!!</title><content type='html'>4 years ago today!&lt;br /&gt;That's right, count them..1...2...3...4 yrs ago at 7:08 am my baby Tater-Man came into this world.&lt;br /&gt;Another respectable weight...9lbs 11oz...21 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;At 2 am the next morning, he was admited to the NICU for difficulty with breathing. Nothing more scary than your child being sick. And to see them with tubes and wires.....shudders...not fun. But he's OK!!! We left the hospital together 4 days after he was born. That child has drove me nuts from the minute I found out I was pregnant with him! lol&lt;br /&gt;I love you Nathan! My baby Tater!! Happy Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBjyR9vGtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S4xDI9yWiFo/s1600-h/tater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129709691041946322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBjyR9vGtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S4xDI9yWiFo/s320/tater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBjyh9vGuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BEU8pV99j5U/s1600-h/tater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBjyx9vGvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/q-WJSi1tzzA/s1600-h/Tman+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129709699631880946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBjyx9vGvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/q-WJSi1tzzA/s320/Tman+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBjkB9vGqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gfcekGf5JK8/s1600-h/Tman+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBjkB9vGrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K0r4QNzIJ3E/s1600-h/tater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBjkR9vGsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4Xdxnj0wTGE/s1600-h/tater.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7157295544197009720?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7157295544197009720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7157295544197009720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7157295544197009720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7157295544197009720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-tater.html' title='Happy Birthday Tater!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBjyR9vGtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S4xDI9yWiFo/s72-c/tater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-7073164731903150714</id><published>2007-11-06T05:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T05:52:13.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew Lost His Very First Tooth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBVXB9vGpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Dq0-U6ndTFs/s1600-h/Drew+tooth+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129693829727722130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBVXB9vGpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Dq0-U6ndTFs/s320/Drew+tooth+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Baby has been waiting and waiting and waiting on that tooth to come out. His grown up tooth is already up behind it. It fell out this morning at about 6:30 am as he as going into the bathroom to start his day..lol We will always remember what day it was cuz today is Tater's 4th birthday!!! I will post him a post in a bit..Wanted to give Drew some props!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129693378756156018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBU8x9vGnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YlS1arbLvds/s320/Drew+tooth+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129693387346090626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBU9R9vGoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8zpl6VXUqeM/s320/Drew+tooth+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-7073164731903150714?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/7073164731903150714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=7073164731903150714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7073164731903150714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/7073164731903150714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/11/drew-lost-his-very-first-tooth.html' title='Drew Lost His Very First Tooth!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RzBVXB9vGpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Dq0-U6ndTFs/s72-c/Drew+tooth+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002769633173134671.post-4555195515633243356</id><published>2007-11-04T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:29:30.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww</title><content type='html'>As I listen to my children scream and bitch and fight with each other..hearing the words&lt;br /&gt;"PLAY WITH MEEEEEEEE"&lt;br /&gt;"GIVE IT BAAAAAAACK"&lt;br /&gt;"HELP MEEEEEEE NOW!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"WAAAAAAAAAAAAA"&lt;br /&gt;"I'M TEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG"&lt;br /&gt;"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but look forward to Christmas vacation. Two solid weeks of no school :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-4555195515633243356?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4555195515633243356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=4555195515633243356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4555195515633243356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4555195515633243356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/11/awwww.html' title='Awwww'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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-7002769633173134671.post-4881493878459323420</id><published>2007-11-02T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:10:55.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 07</title><content type='html'>I reckon these pics are pretty self explanitory..if not..Well...oh well..I'm tired and I don't feel like explaining it to you..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/Ryvmgh9vGhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Rw1HCv4AMFc/s1600-h/Halloween+07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128446047238953490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/Ryvmgh9vGhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Rw1HCv4AMFc/s320/Halloween+07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RyvmhB9vGiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/t26M0j2z2tA/s1600-h/Halloween+07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128446055828888098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RyvmhB9vGiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/t26M0j2z2tA/s320/Halloween+07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/Ryvmhh9vGjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yhKvLdnlbfM/s1600-h/Halloween+07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128446064418822706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/Ryvmhh9vGjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yhKvLdnlbfM/s320/Halloween+07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/Ryvmhx9vGkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6I8EwqY4erY/s1600-h/Halloween+07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128446068713790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/Ryvmhx9vGkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6I8EwqY4erY/s320/Halloween+07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RyvmiR9vGlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cQvvHk9Za5Y/s1600-h/Halloween+07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128446077303724626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b6RXe4oUUkM/RyvmiR9vGlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cQvvHk9Za5Y/s320/Halloween+07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002769633173134671-4881493878459323420?l=jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/feeds/4881493878459323420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002769633173134671&amp;postID=4881493878459323420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4881493878459323420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002769633173134671/posts/default/4881493878459323420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-randomthinkings.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-07.html' title='Halloween 07'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662563526872501774</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/_b6RXe4oUUkM/Ryvmgh9vGhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Rw1HCv4AMFc/s72-c/Halloween+07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
