<?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-13141655</id><updated>2012-01-26T17:17:27.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My sleepless life</title><subtitle type='html'>The story of my life as a busy working mom and wife.Sometimes good and sometimes not-so-good but always interesting!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>408</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-955515866884612950</id><published>2012-01-24T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:47:28.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I guess cars only last so long..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6emZi5tmNs/Tx7QgyGkdMI/AAAAAAAAATk/lyg2b_vm7xI/s1600/outside+van.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6emZi5tmNs/Tx7QgyGkdMI/AAAAAAAAATk/lyg2b_vm7xI/s320/outside+van.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lETDK8v6geQ/Tx7QjXGR3TI/AAAAAAAAATs/3cQO0BrzYqY/s1600/inside+van.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lETDK8v6geQ/Tx7QjXGR3TI/AAAAAAAAATs/3cQO0BrzYqY/s320/inside+van.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the new Dreyer-mobile. Not brand new. It is 10 years old.. and it needs some new brakes..and the driver's side and passenger side windows don't go down. But for the most part it's super nice. Apparently some disgusting slobs had it last so we had to do some cleaning but it's spotless now.&amp;nbsp; It's nice and roomy and thwe boys love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the other car had some head gasket issues thatwas going to be expensive to repair..so we figured it wasn't even worth it. So we traded it and gave them $700 (borrowed from David's mom) to put down payment on this van. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-955515866884612950?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/955515866884612950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=955515866884612950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/955515866884612950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/955515866884612950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-i-guess-cars-only-last-so-long.html' title='Well, I guess cars only last so long..'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6emZi5tmNs/Tx7QgyGkdMI/AAAAAAAAATk/lyg2b_vm7xI/s72-c/outside+van.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-5281205933916616574</id><published>2012-01-05T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:15:41.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year!</title><content type='html'>I guess after living 34 years another year is just that..another year. No big. I don't have any resolutions. I don't plan on making any life changes. I guess I could lose a couple pounds, but that could happen in March or August. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Working nights have me tired and my body confused. I slept all day but I am still tired. And my growing butt is completely due to working nights. I spend my nights doing more paperwork and charting than actual patient care. therefore I am exerting less energy and burning less calories. Not good. I want to push away from the table before it gets out of control and I become a big blob rolling and slithering through the hallways. Not to mention, it occurred to me I would have to buy new clothing and I just don't have the funds to purchase a new wardrobe at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my Dr. and told him my Cymbalta was working out for me. Since I don't yet have insurance he gave me 2 months of samples. How cool!. I guess it doesn't take much to make me happy. Some people, even Drs. have a a good decent heart and empathize with their patients. I know most Drs. are supposed to but it is not always the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-5281205933916616574?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/5281205933916616574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=5281205933916616574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5281205933916616574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5281205933916616574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8364318880494034601</id><published>2011-12-31T16:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:40:04.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, 2012 already!!</title><content type='html'>Yep, been busy over the holidays. But it's been fun. And happy. Did I mention busy? Yes, I am back to working full time now, three 12 hour shifts per week. Nights. But oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was laid off from his seasonal job at Target. They simply did not need him anymore. That was sad. It upset him alot. He really did like it there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my antidepressant medication. I switched from Zoloft to Cymbalta. I really wanted to get away from some of the&amp;nbsp;unpleasant side effects of the Zoloft. So far the Cymbalta is great. I didn't even notice a switch. I stopped the Zoloft one day and started the Cymbalta the next. I took a lower dose for the first week and then upped to 60mg. and it seems to be working great. I feel good. Yay for Cymbalta!! It actually is supposed to help with chronic pain and fibromyalgia as well. Neither have I been diagnosed with but I have occasional low back pain and arthritic fingers and R knee. So I hope it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New start for 2012 and I am optimistic. I think David and I will have some major changes in the new year but more on that in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8364318880494034601?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8364318880494034601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8364318880494034601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8364318880494034601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8364318880494034601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow-2012-already.html' title='Wow, 2012 already!!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6782409099855419988</id><published>2011-10-31T23:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:18:24.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Korn, Korn, Korn!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately Halloween excitement took a backseat to the upcoming Korn concert. For myself, at least. Last night David and I were watching a Korn live concert on HD TV when David mentioned how long it has been since he went to a good concert. I was wondering simply when the concert was filmed. So I looked it up on Facebook , or was it Wikipedia, anyway I discovered they have their 10th album coming out in December and they are currently on tour. David noticed that they were going to be in Tampa in less than 2 weeks and then we got excited and bought tickets. Yeah, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I saw them it was 1996 at Lollapalooza in West Palm Beach. I did not know much of them, I was looking more forward to seeing Tool, actually. I was with my lame-ass jerk ex-boyfriend. I sat next to this cute guy who I actually talked to more than my boyfriend. This guy had a Korn shirt so naturally I always rememeber him as the "Korn guy". We talked about music and he seemed really nice. If he would have said, "Hey, redhaired rock girl, come live with me and I can get you a job." I would have said, "Sweet!"&amp;nbsp; and would have left my boyfriend, whom I did not like much. I could have moved away with Korn guy and lived happily ever after and listen to Korn all the time. Oh, the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6782409099855419988?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6782409099855419988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6782409099855419988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6782409099855419988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6782409099855419988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2011/10/korn-korn-korn.html' title='Korn, Korn, Korn!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6128398359309896727</id><published>2011-10-31T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:03:08.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to be a flapper this year.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KzpxEux_Gk/Tq9gfsxBd0I/AAAAAAAAASg/1_TNvY7P9-o/s1600/312733_10150426201215751_704540750_10625149_1787592767_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KzpxEux_Gk/Tq9gfsxBd0I/AAAAAAAAASg/1_TNvY7P9-o/s1600/312733_10150426201215751_704540750_10625149_1787592767_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KcqHLtftl4/Tq9ghKKi8oI/AAAAAAAAASo/HIsvJh1i0fE/s1600/318505_10150425894445751_704540750_10623937_1279803762_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KcqHLtftl4/Tq9ghKKi8oI/AAAAAAAAASo/HIsvJh1i0fE/s320/318505_10150425894445751_704540750_10623937_1279803762_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;David, Sean and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncqsexBRJiY/Tq9giLXKTxI/AAAAAAAAASw/PPLYQ-szYHs/s1600/313342_10150427224495751_704540750_10632158_456994011_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncqsexBRJiY/Tq9giLXKTxI/AAAAAAAAASw/PPLYQ-szYHs/s1600/313342_10150427224495751_704540750_10632158_456994011_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Zombie Seth, it's fake blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pltbmjJ80NY/Tq9glkOI5uI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jSCSaLSJGr8/s1600/391193_10150425767360751_704540750_10623126_1844562520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pltbmjJ80NY/Tq9glkOI5uI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jSCSaLSJGr8/s320/391193_10150425767360751_704540750_10623126_1844562520_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Striking a pose for the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6128398359309896727?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6128398359309896727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6128398359309896727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6128398359309896727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6128398359309896727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KzpxEux_Gk/Tq9gfsxBd0I/AAAAAAAAASg/1_TNvY7P9-o/s72-c/312733_10150426201215751_704540750_10625149_1787592767_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1580346206084088095</id><published>2011-10-24T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:00:53.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To test or not to test..</title><content type='html'>We received a letter from Seth's school that his teacher would like him tested for potentially gifted classes or some program. Considering this is the same kid that was suspended every other week in kindergarten because of behavior issues, I am hesitant to do anything that would change his routine or his teacher. &lt;br /&gt;I agreed to the testing but am not sure what will come out of it. I keep thinking this is what taechers do if they want a kid out of their class, since I know he can be trying at times. I guess we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1580346206084088095?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1580346206084088095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1580346206084088095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1580346206084088095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1580346206084088095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-test-or-not-to-test.html' title='To test or not to test..'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-205529476279102358</id><published>2011-10-20T11:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:03:28.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what I have been doing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kayaking...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSacpbLZG6A/TqA3YIRlr8I/AAAAAAAAARc/d55EYsDQ-Cc/s1600/%2521cid_p_00181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSacpbLZG6A/TqA3YIRlr8I/AAAAAAAAARc/d55EYsDQ-Cc/s320/%2521cid_p_00181.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VjjXpaJq5Hw/TqA3ato8OfI/AAAAAAAAARk/iaaKlfCjgBY/s1600/253445_10150277360105751_704540750_9396806_3339553_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VjjXpaJq5Hw/TqA3ato8OfI/AAAAAAAAARk/iaaKlfCjgBY/s1600/253445_10150277360105751_704540750_9396806_3339553_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;beaching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aot1_ClAg4/TqA3bu9eVhI/AAAAAAAAARs/HeEQFfiXRTs/s1600/284876_10150325823945751_704540750_9864470_6618236_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aot1_ClAg4/TqA3bu9eVhI/AAAAAAAAARs/HeEQFfiXRTs/s1600/284876_10150325823945751_704540750_9864470_6618236_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;crocheting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--I-71Omcoiw/TqA3cczeQyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HmLsLulSqVs/s1600/294689_10150339118690751_704540750_10018029_4258736_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--I-71Omcoiw/TqA3cczeQyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HmLsLulSqVs/s1600/294689_10150339118690751_704540750_10018029_4258736_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;bicycling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1nEgKoEhZg/TqA3dbPy4qI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TSpu5_NY-Ls/s1600/298619_10150402145180751_704540750_10489175_301840311_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1nEgKoEhZg/TqA3dbPy4qI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TSpu5_NY-Ls/s320/298619_10150402145180751_704540750_10489175_301840311_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;hanging with squidward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyibxSQpHHk/TqA3eETcksI/AAAAAAAAASA/jMKBM0122Ro/s1600/301511_10150412041695751_704540750_10546946_1826015508_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;more crocheting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I am not working, of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-205529476279102358?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/205529476279102358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=205529476279102358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/205529476279102358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/205529476279102358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-what-i-have-been-doing.html' title='this is what I have been doing...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSacpbLZG6A/TqA3YIRlr8I/AAAAAAAAARc/d55EYsDQ-Cc/s72-c/%2521cid_p_00181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1372523883662504334</id><published>2011-10-20T10:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:46:36.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, remember me!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRO24wOFlM0/TqAwugFriDI/AAAAAAAAARU/Ii_GCZkhEkI/s1600/seth2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRO24wOFlM0/TqAwugFriDI/AAAAAAAAARU/Ii_GCZkhEkI/s320/seth2001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665581906677958706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had forgotten about this here blog. Wow, things sure have changed since the last time I posted anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I discovered that they was a section that I could refer to to check for any comments. I was quite surprised that anyone ever commented at all on anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David and I are still happy and not divorced as we were contemplating at one time. We still have two lovely boys. Seth just turned 7 and Seanie is 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am working on an as needed basis at a long term care facility called Signature Health Care and also at a staffing agency. Which I absolutely love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I am not employed full time anywhere, I certainly receive full time hours..or at least full time pay. You see, working on a PRN basis I receive higher hourly pay that a regular worker..so I can work a few hours less and receive same pay. Downside is..no health benefits. So I get more of my pay since it is not paying for insurance but I end up having to have my family and kids on Medicaid health benefits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I am not proud. But don't have much choice right now. I certainly cannot afford any private health plan! But I try to rationalize it. I think about when Sean was a lilttle baby and I was scraping by to pay for his formula and diapers and David was out of work. How I made a tiny bit too much money for WIC and how I wanted to cry because we were so poor and I needed the assistance so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, things are better now. Wow, things have changed so much in the last year-and-a-half since I posted anything on this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1372523883662504334?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1372523883662504334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1372523883662504334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1372523883662504334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1372523883662504334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-remember-me.html' title='Hey, remember me!?'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRO24wOFlM0/TqAwugFriDI/AAAAAAAAARU/Ii_GCZkhEkI/s72-c/seth2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1807568648681472189</id><published>2010-03-01T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:28:27.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To make a long story short.</title><content type='html'>I was offered the job at the Dr. office but they wanted to pay me close to nothing so i turned it down. A girls gotta live, ya' know.&lt;br /&gt;I had interviews at two different facilities today and both went well but thyey did not have 7-3 full time positions available. I got a job at one of the places doing part time /PRN so that is a start. Both places were very interested in hiring me -if they had a position available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1807568648681472189?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1807568648681472189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1807568648681472189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1807568648681472189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1807568648681472189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-make-long-story-short.html' title='To make a long story short.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-5002469295431172006</id><published>2010-02-26T19:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:23:58.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am feeling conflicted...</title><content type='html'>I went to the interviews yesterday. First with the office manager and then with the Dr. Both went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I recieved a call from the staffing agency offering me the position. They wanted me to start Monday. Yippee! I thought. But then I was told what they wanted to pay me..and my heart sank. I even told the lady. I haven't been paid that since my first nursing job 10 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;I was a $6.50 hr. pay cut from my previous job! What! Now I fully expected to make less than I was at Harbour Health but, I mean, I do have to survive and feed my family. And pay for day care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called the nursing staffing agency, they want me to come in on Tuesday for my second interview. ( The lady told me at the first one that if I was asked to come for a second one, I pretty much got the job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I declined the offer at the Dr. office for the agency job. I think that some people think I am foolish for doing that but I just hate to take so many steps back ward like that. I truly feel I am worth more than what they offered. I have experience and many skills to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in the long run, I am going to be happy with my decision. My heart just wasn't into the Dr. office thing. I need to work in long term care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-5002469295431172006?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/5002469295431172006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=5002469295431172006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5002469295431172006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5002469295431172006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-feeling-conflicted.html' title='I am feeling conflicted...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3598294031507023931</id><published>2010-02-24T19:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:36:53.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I sure hope something good comes out of this.</title><content type='html'>I have an interview with the Recovery Center tomorrow at 0930. They really are interested in someone that can work on short notice -which I cannot. It's dealing with mental health and detox patients which is way out of my experience. Not that i wouldn't be intersted in learning- but i am used to dementia crazy- not "crazy" crazy. And no I am not being derogatory because I have diagnoses that make me technically " crazy" as well. But can I deal with a bunch of "me's"?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I may not go to the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I received a call regarding an app i had filled out weeks ago for a position at a Dr. office. She asked if i was still interested (yes!) and could I come for an interview.(Yes!) 15 minutes later one of the long term care facilities called to set up an interview for Monday (yes!)&lt;br /&gt;Later that morning I got a call from a very pleasant sounding woman regarding a position at a home health agency in Bradenton. She sounded more than eager to employ me- but I simply cannot drive almost 100 miles for a job- unless it pays wicked well. So i had to say no. She sounded disappointed. Maybe that was my imagination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled ot the application for a home health agency more local, but I am guessing it ended up in their data base and was pulled up in Bradenton. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the interview I had to fill out some paperwork ( I am so sick of writing out my personal info and work history, aren't resumes supposed to elimate all tht writing?) and then sit down with the lady at the employment place. She seemed to like me and she was confident that I would do well at the proposed position at a local dr. office. She also reassured me that my background check was clear, ( I knew that)  and I voiced my concerns that my prior job might say something unfavorable. She was supportive and stated that if they did say I was a poor emlpoyee she could ask them why ,then, did they keep me as an employee for the better part of nine years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like that lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to interview with the office manager of the Dr. office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call from another place I applied, they want to come in and fill out, wait for it, paperwork! That job is at a correctional institution. I could do it, but the hours would be difficult with my kids- plus it's in another town. I am pondering what to do about this situation. I am going to cancel the recovery center interview in the morning, going instead to the Dr. office one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. my head is spinning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3598294031507023931?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3598294031507023931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3598294031507023931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3598294031507023931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3598294031507023931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-sure-hope-something-good-comes-out-of.html' title='I sure hope something good comes out of this.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3929826250072538577</id><published>2010-02-23T11:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:14:11.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always good news that is barely out of my reach</title><content type='html'>I have been to quite a few facilities where I had to fill out an application and then sit down for an informal interview with the staff development person. Each time I think I do well. Even though I still find it a little strange to "sell" myself to a potential employer. I always am slightly uncomfortable "tooting my own horn" so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;But they always seem to like me and why not. I am likable, I think. And I am certainly genuine. Of all my character flaws, I have one shining asset. I cannot lie for crap. I am as honest as they get. And that, I hope people see, is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied at a different place yesterday, my friend's neice gave me the heads up on the position, so I called and spoke to the DON and filled out an app. Now i just wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I called the places that I applied last week. One will return my call and the other is trying to find a place in the schedule that I would fit in. Sounds promising-if only there was a place for me.. She said she will get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had more flexibility with my schedule because there are a couple places that i could probably get a position right now for 3-11. But what would I do with my boys? Even if I could bring them home prior to my shift. I don't have anyone to stay with them for the evening. Man, I wish I could find evening child care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, I wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3929826250072538577?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3929826250072538577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3929826250072538577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3929826250072538577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3929826250072538577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-always-good-news-that-is-barely-out.html' title='It&apos;s always good news that is barely out of my reach'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-2731987643114396320</id><published>2010-02-22T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:07:31.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have stuff to do, ya' know!</title><content type='html'>Hubby took the car to run some random errands. And i only have 15 minutes left on my phone with no $$ in sight. Soo I want to go to my mom's to use her phone to place a couple phone calls. Possibly before I pick up Seth at 12. I have a feeling it's not going to happen. Little frustrated right now. Why does the world seem to be working against me!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-2731987643114396320?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/2731987643114396320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=2731987643114396320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2731987643114396320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2731987643114396320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-stuff-to-do-ya-know.html' title='I have stuff to do, ya&apos; know!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-5689461250993880952</id><published>2010-02-21T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:37:00.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little good news on the horizon.</title><content type='html'>My friend Marva called today and told me that, per her neice, there is a 7-3 position open at a local long term care facility. Her neice happens to be a unit manager there. She gave me the name of who to ask for and I think she is going to give my name to whomever does the hiring so they can retrieve my resume. I applied there a few weeks ago, so all my info should be in someones e-mail!&lt;br /&gt;I will be calling in the morning, so hopefully it works out. I try not to get my hopes up too high.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep my fingers crossed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-5689461250993880952?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/5689461250993880952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=5689461250993880952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5689461250993880952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5689461250993880952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-good-news-on-horizon.html' title='A little good news on the horizon.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1642497437312500255</id><published>2010-02-21T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:32:29.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifestyles of the Poor and Unknown.</title><content type='html'>I believe I have addressed my issue with envy in the past but it seems to be something that I just can't shake.&lt;br /&gt;Only now I envy basic life essentials that I see that other people have.. and I do not. I can't stand even watching" How it's Made" on the Science channel because I feel jealous that the people in the show making things have jobs. I envy people in line at McDonald's because, obviously, they must have cash from somewhere to buy their cheeseburger and Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities make me ill. I read that Tom Cruise is getting 20 million to star in the next "Mission Impossible" movie. Disgusting. I understand that he has an acting talent and that is what he gets paid for, but 20 mil? That's ridiculous. I don't think the rich and famous are "better"  people in the world just because of the $$$ they have. But I do think it must make life much easier. that being said, why do so many end up in rehab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back I lived a life of plenty of excess. If I wanted something-I bought it. No need to save or scrimp. We took weekend vacations regularly, and nice out-of-state vacations yearly. We stayed in the nicest hotels and rented nice cars when we got to where we were going. We ate out much of the time and frequented the pub nightly. And boy do I miss the biweekly massages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt like people like myself, unemployed, and living off taxpayers, to be a burden on society. A waste of space that serves no productive purpose in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe , thats why I am where I am. God's teaching me a lesson about understanding the less fortunate. A bit of Karma, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1642497437312500255?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1642497437312500255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1642497437312500255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1642497437312500255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1642497437312500255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifestyles-of-poor-and-unknown.html' title='Lifestyles of the Poor and Unknown.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-7024291530221820470</id><published>2010-02-20T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:57:43.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the unemployment line.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been fired from a job since I was 15! And I haven't been without a job in as long as well. So what was I to do? Now I have two little boys and an unemployed spouse to support. My ex-coworkers were shocked at my termination. My friend Marva was simply pissed off. We had such a good time at work. We laughed alot. I liked my residents and they liked me. I knew their lives, their histories, their families. I knew their extensive medical histories since I had been taking care of many of them for years. I had taken care of resident's spouses, sisters, brothers, and even a mother and daughter. I had sat with dying residents that were all alone and remained with them until the end.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was too comfortable in my position thinking that they wouldn't get rid of me. I honestly felt that regardless of my weaknesses, I was more of an asset to them than a liability. After all, I never, ever hurt or put any of my patients in harms way. Even with the issues that I were fired for.  I never came close to hurting anyone. A CNA once told me that it's more important to work with your heart than your head. And maybe I wasn't using my head enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I filed for unemployment benefits. I thought for sure I would get them. I mean, I never stole anything or abused anybody. But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;The corporation stated that I failed or refused to perform job duties as per my job description- or something similar. And then slapped the term " misconduct" on me so they wouldn't have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for every benefit that I could possibly receive, and of course, now I qualify for them. In as many years I have attempted to get any assistance possible only to be repeatedly told I make too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can get my kids on Medicaid. I get WIC checks and yes, now I get food stamps and am applying for cash assistance- which I believe used to be Welfare. I even had to go to the Salvation army to pay my electric bill. Yes, I have now hit the bottom and become the kind of person I never, ever wanted to be. I am truly disgusted by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the last few weeks I have applied for countless nursing jobs and am still waiting, waiting for responses. They each say they will get back to me in a week or two so here I wait. Two places told me to call them if they didn't call me this week, so that's two call s to make on monday and if those two places don't want me, I don't know. My optimism is fading. I know they look at my application and see " terminated" and that bothers them . Plus, I wonder what my prior employer is really saying about me. I am scared that i won't find work because of the firing. It's happened and I can't go back to change it. What now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just keep waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-7024291530221820470?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/7024291530221820470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=7024291530221820470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7024291530221820470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7024291530221820470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-unemployment-line.html' title='Welcome to the unemployment line.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4314782354203127411</id><published>2010-02-20T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:33:49.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good God it's been awhile!</title><content type='html'>I can't even attempt to reveiew everything taht has occurred over the last several months but I assure you that it has been more downs than ups, unfortunately. Late August, little Sean ended up in the hospital for a few days with H1N1. I honestly did not know he was as sick as he turned out to be. He was wheezy and feverish-not to mention lethargic. When i brought him to the Dr. , we did not even have to wait, we were brought right in and the nurse interrupted the Dr. with another patient to tend to him. Albuterol nebs didn't help, the epinephrine neb did but he only got that when Dr. decided to have him admitted. Blech, hospitals suck. It was a sad and lonely experience, poor Sean slept much of the time.&lt;br /&gt;He did get his ear tubes placed in September and so far all has been good. A couple outer ear infections but nothing too crazy. He's talking better and feeling better. October, November, and December were a blur of never-ending stress. David's unemployment ran out just in time for the holidays. Wouldn't you figure?!&lt;br /&gt;We also decided to divorce in December, David thanked me for ruining his holiday. Of course, divorce costs $$$. $$ that we don't have so it will happen eventually, maybe years from now.&lt;br /&gt;I was counseled at work in early January regarding an issue that occurred in December with a patients skin issue that I forgot to document on. That was a big deal, but I guess I didn't realize how big. honestly, I have been distracted with all that is going on in my world. I opted to take a week off to get away from work and relax a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a couple weeks and suddenly I found myself fired from my job of the last nine years. they gave two tiny minor issues ( I wouldn't even consider them write- up worthy personally) and a couple bigger issues. One of which I honestly did not know I was doing wrong and one I neglected to follow through with an issue. The state surveyors were in the building and witnessed one of the issues so I am guessing that eliminating me was, perhaps, their "plan of correction". I was taken aside by my supervisors and told to go home, that I was suspended until they contacted me in a week. Scary, but still I had a job. I figured I would have a week off to destress.&lt;br /&gt;Later, I received a call from my supervisor that she wanted to set up a meeting with me for the next morning. I asked if I was to be fired to do it on the phone. And she did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4314782354203127411?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4314782354203127411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4314782354203127411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4314782354203127411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4314782354203127411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-god-its-been-awhile.html' title='Good God it&apos;s been awhile!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-7479653493105877028</id><published>2009-08-14T22:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:14:46.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain stinks</title><content type='html'>It's the main thing on my mind today so it's hard to think of much else. I think I have a little Carpal-Tunnel Syndrome going on going back several months but it onle seems to "flare up" every now and then. Then I experience horrible pain in my right wrist with a little tingling in my fingers and the occasional pain shooting up toward my elbow. usually I put on a wrist brace for a couple days and it eases up with rest but this time it freaking hurts! I tried the wrist brace, a compression wrap, oral pain medications (which actually did help me make through my work day) , ice, and now David has gotten me a Therma Care hand and wrist wrap which actually feels very soothing. Even though it's made for arthritic problems. Pain stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been looking up lately. David now is able to receive unemployment benefits and I was able to cash out my 401K so we got ourselves caught up. David has been working pretty steadily for the last couple weeks and i was even able to pick up an over time day a couple weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's biological son from his first marriage is here visiting for a week so we have been busy. Tonight my whole family had a get together because he was visiting so everyone could meet him and we all had a good time. My family loves any excuse to get together and eat- and drink. And we always have a good time. I really love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-7479653493105877028?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/7479653493105877028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=7479653493105877028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7479653493105877028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7479653493105877028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain-stinks.html' title='Pain stinks'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1007597385779203387</id><published>2009-08-01T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:38:52.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes bandages do help a little...</title><content type='html'>I got paid one week ago, and unfortunately, I discovered that I did not have enough paid time off hours to cover my vacation I had taken in early July-therefore, my paycheck was short. david had been ot of work for a couple weeks so we were relying on every cent that my paycheck wad to bring us. I flipped out when David told me he had gone to the grocery store only to discover that he had "insufficient funds" after paying only the day care bill. We were in the negative prior to the paycheck being deposited, so my check was gone.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at work with my stomach growling as I was thinking about what wonderful meal I was going to have that night when David called me to tell me that we could not get groceries. I seriously had not had a proper meal in days waiting to get groceries. :(  Anyway, people at work felt horribly for me and they emptied their wallets to help me out.  Another lady, brought me a bunch of groceries and then a couple days later more goceries were purchased for me by various co workers. I assure I was flooored at the outpouring of support I experienced from people I work with, none of which are wealthy folks. Just regular people that have big hearts. I was told that I was well loved and that many people wanted to help me out. And with no expectation of being repaid! I was emotionally exhausted by the end of the week. but I assure you that no one in my house was hungry, thanks to good people.&lt;br /&gt;My water was turned off, still is actually but ,um, "someone " turned it back on until we can pay the bill on Monday. I feel like such a rebel with my illegal water. My TV, phone and internet was turned off as well. We were able to pay that today and get it turned back on.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I received a notice in the mail that I needed to decide what to do with my 401K now that my work has changed management companies. I opted to cash out my $3,000. I figured it wouldn't get me far in retirement anyway and I really needed it . I got the check today!!! Already. So we were able to pay some bills and straighten out the balance in the bank account. Already, I feel like some weight is off of my shoulders. I understand the $$ is merely a bandage for other financial issues we are having but it's nice to get caught up for the moment. David is working and I was able to do a double shift yaeterday so maybe we'll be okay now.&lt;br /&gt;But we wouldn't have been able to make it without the kindness of others. I am so fortunate to work with some extraordinary people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1007597385779203387?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1007597385779203387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1007597385779203387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1007597385779203387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1007597385779203387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-bandages-do-help-little.html' title='Sometimes bandages do help a little...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6223557500918535123</id><published>2009-07-18T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:48:32.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeland 'Do You' UK Live Tour Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SFkZVshLuSo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SFkZVshLuSo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I assure you that is not the type of music I typically listen to but this song kicks! I love it. I might have to get the CD just to get me moving on lazy days. Yeah, I can see myself jumping and dancing around the house to this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6223557500918535123?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6223557500918535123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6223557500918535123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6223557500918535123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6223557500918535123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/07/freeland-you-uk-live-tour-video.html' title='Freeland &amp;#39;Do You&amp;#39; UK Live Tour Video'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3566260399298666671</id><published>2009-07-14T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:30:18.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Dust simply reminds me that I am getting older.</title><content type='html'>And not the drug ( does anybody actually do PCP anymore?) but the Faith No More CD. As it is one of my favorite CDs the world has ever seen it bothers me that it makes me feel so sad-but I think I woke up feeling this way.  As I was listening to " Midlife Crisis" I realized I was going to be experiencing my own before too long. And it reminded me how many years it has been since that song came out! I do believe that CD dominated the soundtrack for the 15th year of my life which was ,Oh, 17 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like some of my best years have passed and I think about how many things I would have done differently if I had the opportunity to do it over. I have a job, husband, and two wonderful kids- but we aren't as successful as I had hoped we would have been at this point. At this age.  As i get older I look at myself in the mirror and realize I am appearing older, my body is showing signs of age. And the more down I get-the less motivation I have to try to improve things.&lt;br /&gt;I envy alot.&lt;br /&gt;I envy people who can pay all of their bills every month, especially without overdrawing their account on a weekly basis.I hate paying bills because there never is enough money-so I have david do it so I don't have to see how little is really in the bank. And he is horrible with money!I hate having to worry-actually i find that it's easier to simply not care than to worry. Since it doesn't help anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to pierce my nose last week. Why? Because I am not getting any younger, ya know? I only have one life to do things, crazy and not so crazy. I tell people it's a midlife crisis moment. And maybe so, because it made me feel like less of an old lady. It made me feel like I still had some life to me. Made me feel a little edgy, like maybe, just maybe, i had the potential to still be a little interesting and cool. Not a boring old wife and mother.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I would never, ever want to go back to 15 years old. I did some dumb things but I think it was all for the better since I got those crazy things out of my system. It helped me to learn right from wrong and help me decide that I don't want to live my life as a loser!&lt;br /&gt;I think i need some motivation to get out and experience the world instead of sitting around feeling sorry about days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;I'm merely 32 and I 'm already reflecting. God help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3566260399298666671?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3566260399298666671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3566260399298666671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3566260399298666671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3566260399298666671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/07/angel-dust-simply-reminds-me-that-i-am.html' title='Angel Dust simply reminds me that I am getting older.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8068438452757521651</id><published>2009-06-27T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:48:08.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trews - Paranoid Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/aZ_ESFB-gpQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aZ_ESFB-gpQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quite a catchy song. I rather like it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8068438452757521651?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8068438452757521651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8068438452757521651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8068438452757521651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8068438452757521651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/06/trews-paranoid-freak.html' title='The Trews - Paranoid Freak'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6675288576864327693</id><published>2009-06-23T22:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:18:10.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what? Sean has another ear infection.</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of the Dr. office. Never did I think I would be one of those moms that takes their kid to the Dr. on a monthly basis. I have enough sense to know tht Drs cannot perform miracles.But it seems his ear infections keep getting worse and his fevers are higher and more difficult to get rid of. I swear, the kid gets a runny nose and immediately develops an ear infection. I was really hoping for the Dr. to recommend a specialist for some ear tubes beacuse he's had so many infections one after another and I really don't like my kid on so many antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. said that when we return to see him in two weeks we will decide at that point-but he keeps telling me that! Arrgghhh. I think the Dr. just wants to see me. He gives me so many hugs during the course of one of Sean's appt. it's a tad unusual. He just knows that I am experiencing extreme guilt about my son's health.&lt;br /&gt;Sean had a fever all yesterday-no matter how much Motrin we gave him. Evntually,during the night, his fever must have "broke" because he hasn't had one since. He was hot as heck last night. i assuure you because he was laying right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Poor kid.,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6675288576864327693?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6675288576864327693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6675288576864327693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6675288576864327693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6675288576864327693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess-what-sean-has-another-ear.html' title='Guess what? Sean has another ear infection.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4592242551551346064</id><published>2009-06-21T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:02:32.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I got more than my fair share of vitamin D today.</title><content type='html'>We got a kid pool today for the boys. The old pool was rather small so we had to upgrade! to a bigger one. They had alot of fun swimming and playing, though in the first five minutes both of them decided tht swimming naked was more fun than swimming with a bathing suit. Whatever. Seth got a little tan, myself a freakin' sunburn. What is wrong with me-when will I learn to put on the sunblock. At least my makeup has an SPF so my face doesn't get too much sun, just my shoulders and back.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Seth and I went to the Hibiscus festival in Punta Gorda and had a lovely time if I do so so myself. First, we hopped (not literally) onto the boat to experience a river tour. Seth's first boat ride was very nice, we toured the river and the harbor and went under a couple bridges, the breeze was beautiful out on the water, we had fun. There were some people on the boat taking pictures, not sure from what extremely dull place they must have come from to be so interested in the view of Charlotte Harbor!&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the gazebo overlooking the harbor while we ate ice cream and got to see a sea plane take off and many different boats go by. We sat in the shade of a banyan tree and ate a snow cone while we listened to some awful, horribly, cheesy folk music. Trust me, I've seen this guy play at other festivals-and he really sucks, every time. Seth and I have so much fun! I feel kinda bad about leaving Sean at home, but he just doesn't know how to act in public sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home David had made me an appt. for a manicure, so off I went again. Now my fingernails are beautiful! And bright red. Marva always says I need some color so I had to go with the bright red! HA.&lt;br /&gt;Um, my shoulders and upper back are bright red,too but I think I could do without that kind of bright color! I am such an idiot. I deserve the pain.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I am concerned, all is well in Dreyer land.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did call my dad to wish him a Happy Father's day.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4592242551551346064?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4592242551551346064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4592242551551346064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4592242551551346064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4592242551551346064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-i-got-more-than-my-fair-share-of.html' title='Yeah, I got more than my fair share of vitamin D today.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8491576285765628998</id><published>2009-06-21T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:36:57.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thermals "Now We Can See"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QJu611UdfxA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QJu611UdfxA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love, love, love sirius radio! I keep finding all these cool bands. Alt. nation rocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8491576285765628998?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8491576285765628998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8491576285765628998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8491576285765628998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8491576285765628998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/06/thermals-we-can-see.html' title='The Thermals &amp;quot;Now We Can See&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6871936705694616162</id><published>2009-05-27T23:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:41:21.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional exhaustion</title><content type='html'>In the last couple days I have had two people die on C wing. Today another lady is dying-or perhaps already gone to the great beyond as I write this. I have had to communicate with too many family members about declining health of their loved ones and try to stress that the"end " is near when the family members think that maybe if we just offer her a little bit of juice Mom will be just fine.  Yesterday I sent out a very, very sick man to the hospital less than 24 hours after he was admitted to the nursing home. The entire morning he was yelling out "nurse, nurse" and asking the same questions over and over, driving me up the wall. I had another man curse me out because I wouldn't let him go into another lady's room and go through her closet since he was convinced that his clothing was in her closet.&lt;br /&gt;The saddest of all, I have another man that was involved in an altercation with another man and he ended up with bleeding in his brain that caused irreversable damage and now his wife wants to remove his feeding tube and they won't let her so she cries every day because of the guilt that she feels for having it inserted in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand I saw one of my past resdients that had been moved to another wing, who stated to therapist as he saw me, " She is a wonderful girl, I wish there were more like her."&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's nice to have someone actually say that I made some difference. Because I honestly try.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a very important job and people don't seem to understand just how trying that being a nurse can be. I have to deal with so many different personalities and dysfunctional families in some pretty weak moments. I used to think that only the lesser wealthy (poor) poeple had severely dysfuctional lives but I assure you that I have seen money drive families apart, and rich families that were more dysfunctional than I could ever have guessed. I don't know why I thought that wealthy people had less dysfunction-maybe since they can afford therapy?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that may read this, just keep in mind when you are dealing with nursng staff anywhere-they have a tough job so give them a little credit and treat them nicely. Please don't be demanding and nasty, we deserve better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6871936705694616162?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6871936705694616162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6871936705694616162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6871936705694616162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6871936705694616162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotional-exhaustion.html' title='Emotional exhaustion'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-2229823621884095509</id><published>2009-05-14T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:13:21.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why shouldn't I go out one night?</title><content type='html'>One of my friends at work invited me out tomorrow night along with a couple other girls. I really think I should go, don't you? I rarely ever go out anywhere without my family( work doesn't count) and I don't drink. Or I drink very little. I guess I feel like I am beyond the years where I should go out to any clubs. Trust me, I won't do any dancing. I don't plan on drinking near enought to get me out on the dance floor. I think David's afraid I might go picking up guys. But if you ask me I have three boys in this house to keep after-the last thing I need is another one! No thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-2229823621884095509?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/2229823621884095509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=2229823621884095509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2229823621884095509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2229823621884095509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-shouldnt-i-go-out-one-night.html' title='Why shouldn&apos;t I go out one night?'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-162657349709855100</id><published>2009-05-05T15:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:59:27.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>INCUBUS - Black Heart Inertia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/TK36wf4_kUc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/TK36wf4_kUc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I really like incubus...at least I really like this song. I cannot post the video from you tube yet-this is a fan video. The actual video just premiered yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-162657349709855100?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/162657349709855100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=162657349709855100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/162657349709855100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/162657349709855100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/05/incubus-black-heart-inertia_05.html' title='INCUBUS - Black Heart Inertia'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8099211492880416395</id><published>2009-05-05T15:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:25:14.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For your listening pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/P5EmbUTLPT0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/P5EmbUTLPT0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Audrye Sessions-Turn Me Off&lt;br /&gt;I like this song. I just heard it fror the first time a few minutes ago. Thank you Sirius radio! It's rare that I hear brand new stuff from lesser know bands around here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8099211492880416395?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8099211492880416395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8099211492880416395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8099211492880416395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8099211492880416395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-your-listening-pleasure.html' title='For your listening pleasure'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3701966005091552958</id><published>2009-04-30T20:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:06:26.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I will call myself.."Pinworm"</title><content type='html'>David and I recently watched an episode of Bones, that we had recorded on DVR, where they were investigating some old bones that were being used for a prop for a death metal band at their concerts. Somewhere in the episode a band member had the lovely name of "Pinworm" which I found completely hilarious. I still think that is such a funny name. Maybe because the word "worm" is a little funny to me for some reason. Say it with me.."Worm, worrrrm,woooorm"&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a little funny. Kinda like "Flabbergasted" and "Addled". Oh, and "Bubble". Okay enough, enough. I think I need to be committed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3701966005091552958?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3701966005091552958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3701966005091552958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3701966005091552958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3701966005091552958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i-will-call-myselfpinworm.html' title='I think I will call myself..&quot;Pinworm&quot;'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8779238360011691691</id><published>2009-04-30T20:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:53:25.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for Being a Friend Bea Arthur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/LeIdHHfBsK0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/LeIdHHfBsK0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was a kid I never, ever missed The Golden Girls. I thought all of the ladies were hilarious, but I admit Dorothy was my favorite. Even as an adult I watched the reruns on Lifetime network.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Bea Arthur gave a show in Fort Myers about 10 years ago and I really wanted to go-of course, I didn't. I reget my decision now. Thank you for all of the laughs ,Bea!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8779238360011691691?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8779238360011691691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8779238360011691691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8779238360011691691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8779238360011691691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-for-being-friend-bea-arthur_30.html' title='Thank You for Being a Friend Bea Arthur'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-207298465718856011</id><published>2009-04-25T23:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:01:13.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take you to Funkytown alright...and I'll leave your ass there!</title><content type='html'>I am the Wii tennis queen. David and I played my mom's tonight and ,as always, we had a grand time. It's actually the most fun we ever have together these days.  Darned thing. I love that stinkin' game. David and I would get one in a heart beat if we had any $$$. But we don't. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, my right shoulder is gong to be killing me tomorrow. But it's all good because it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;David needs to work more, alot more, so he can buy us one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-207298465718856011?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/207298465718856011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=207298465718856011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/207298465718856011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/207298465718856011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-take-you-to-funkytown-alrightand.html' title='I&apos;ll take you to Funkytown alright...and I&apos;ll leave your ass there!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-7031847085083921050</id><published>2009-04-11T16:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:29:36.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are silly</title><content type='html'>David told me today that he needed to go to the store to get beer for tomorrow. I assured him that there will be beer there. He said,"I don't know about that."&lt;br /&gt;"Why, because it's a religious holiday?", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Um, yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of these years you'd think that he would know that my family doesn't give up beer for any holiday. A holiday is just a better reason to, so they drink more! My family is a bunch of beer drinkin' fools and that tradition isn't going to end soon. Men are so weird.&lt;br /&gt;While I am at it. Why can't David put the cap back on a pen after he uses it? He NEVER does, so I have a ton of pens that just dry out after one use. What the heck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-7031847085083921050?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/7031847085083921050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=7031847085083921050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7031847085083921050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7031847085083921050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/04/men-are-silly.html' title='Men are silly'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-7744016603677353874</id><published>2009-04-11T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:09:02.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ashamed of my evil side.</title><content type='html'>I told the scheduler at work that I would pick up an extra shift this weekend- so she scheduled me for today 7-3. I prepared myself for an extra day all week, I was even looking forward to my next paycheck with my overtime on it. Then yesterday afternoon, immediately after work, she called and told me,"By the way, I meant to get with you all day today to tell you that I won't need you tomorrow. One of the pool nurses is going to come in." I wasn't too thrilled about this. then she had the gll to ask me if I would be available to come in if anyone call out. I said no. I don't like going to bed thinking I have the day off and then being called at 6AM being told that someone called out. I like to know ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;I did end up getting the call this morning. At about 7:45AM.&lt;br /&gt;The were not only one-but two-"no call, no shows" on my wing. One of which was the pool nurse that I was cancelled for.&lt;br /&gt;I told the supervisor I had plans with my family and couldn't come in.&lt;br /&gt;I did end up making plans and had a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;But I am pretty sure that next time I want to work an extra shift- they won't cancel me at the last minute. I know that they were trying to save $$$ because a pool nurse would cost less than paying me overtime ( time-and-a-half plus $2 hourly weekend differential) but at least they should know that I am am-at least- reliable. I NEVER call off-especially on a weekend. I may be tardy, but I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I just felt insulted that they replaced me with a brand new nurse that doesn't know anything about my patients. I give my patients excellent care. Perhaps I am too full of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-7744016603677353874?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/7744016603677353874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=7744016603677353874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7744016603677353874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7744016603677353874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-ashamed-of-my-evil-side.html' title='I am ashamed of my evil side.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4127609806658994733</id><published>2009-04-02T11:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:44:08.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZJi2z3tGKIg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZJi2z3tGKIg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am certain the world is sick of me having a new favorite song every other week,  But I really, really, like this song!&lt;br /&gt;I love music, therefore I cannot help being swept up into the beauty of some songs.&lt;br /&gt;My ears are constantly listening for any new music that catches my interest. I have been suffering(?) from this affliction for my entire life. And I suppose my passion for all things musical is not going to resolve anytime soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4127609806658994733?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4127609806658994733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4127609806658994733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4127609806658994733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4127609806658994733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/04/airborne-toxic-event-sometime-around.html' title='The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-7548430759136515899</id><published>2009-03-29T21:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:10:06.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"hair" today-gone tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so he title is super lame. I can't think of anything else right now.&lt;br /&gt;Only in the last couple days have the boys and myself been feeling a bit better from our month-and-a-half-long cold that we've had. Actually it was two colds back to back. Sucked big time. I truly think my house needs to be disinfected after all of that!&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I decided it was just about time for Sean to have a hair cut. I could not take him to my hair cutting place since they told me once before that they don't get "hazard pay" so I made him an appt. at a place called Lollipop kids that specializes in kids. It was a wonderful experience! They had neat chairs for the kids to sit in and a TV with cartoons to watch at the hair cutting station. Also, a play area for the kids while they wait and afterwards. Best of all, the hairdressers were patient and experienced with kids so it all went very smoothly. Now Sean has a big boy hair cut and he looks so handsome.&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Mamaw's for a visit since we haven't seen her in a while. We had a great time and the boys had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaw told me yesterday that she hasn't been feeling as well for a while now. She told me that she is going to see her Dr. soon so I hope they can't figure it out. But I think she is just slowing down. She seemed okay to me today, but I do think my brother helps her out alot around the house and for that I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;She will be 82 tomorrow so I guess she is allowed to slow down. But I don't like to think that eventually she will die. It was difficult for me to even type that since I don't want to think about it. But David told me that I should accept the inevitable or I will have a more difficult time when she actually does go. Which I hope isn't for quite a few more years... People can't live forever. Even though I think some people, like my mamaw, should.&lt;br /&gt;That is one thing, of many, that stinks about getting older. Every one else gets older, too. I even see my parents aging. I know I can't rely on them to be around forever. So, I am thankful I have my own little family, my three boys that drive me nuts-David, Seth, and Sean. I love them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-7548430759136515899?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/7548430759136515899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=7548430759136515899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7548430759136515899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7548430759136515899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='&quot;hair&quot; today-gone tomorrow?'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4034963857488011824</id><published>2009-03-24T15:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:58:21.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenny Kravitz - Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Pegka3cW9hA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Pegka3cW9hA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this song!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4034963857488011824?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4034963857488011824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4034963857488011824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4034963857488011824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4034963857488011824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/03/lenny-kravitz-believe.html' title='Lenny Kravitz - Believe'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-5182876933787621041</id><published>2009-03-17T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:24:10.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 day vacation is turning into 7 days...</title><content type='html'>Seth and Sean are still little sickies with runny noses and goopy eyes and low grade temps. Sooo, I am taking tomorrow off since they can not return to day care yet. Hopefully, Thursday-which happens to be my day off anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I miss work-can't you see the tears running down my face..&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy hanging out at home with my boys, they have been really good. And my house stays nice and clean while I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the boys went to day care and I cleaned and did tons of laundry. And went to a meeting at work.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we took the boys to Lowe's and browsed a bit. we only spent a couple bucks but the boys love the look around that store! Then I took them to the playground in Punta Gorda.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we went to the seafood Festival in Punta Gorda and had a very fun time-the weather was beautiful- and it was cheap entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;They both started to be sick on Sunday evening, so actually I am glad I had taken the extra days off to stay home with them.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good time actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-5182876933787621041?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/5182876933787621041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=5182876933787621041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5182876933787621041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5182876933787621041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-5-day-vacation-is-turning-into-7.html' title='My 5 day vacation is turning into 7 days...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6075740926756178986</id><published>2009-03-17T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:54:39.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Facebook has me addicted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Jennifer Dreyer's Facebook profile" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11px; COLOR: #3b5998; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-FAMILY: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; FONT-VARIANT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Jennifer-Dreyer/704540750" target="_TOP"&gt;Jennifer Dreyer's Profile&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Make your own badge!" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11px; COLOR: #3b5998; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-FAMILY: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; FONT-VARIANT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.facebook.com/badges.php" target="_TOP"&gt;Create Your Badge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="title" href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Jennifer-Dreyer/704540750" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Jennifer Dreyer's Facebook profile" src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/704540750.926.449772055.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6075740926756178986?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6075740926756178986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6075740926756178986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6075740926756178986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6075740926756178986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/03/jennifer-dreyers-profile-create-your.html' title='Dumb Facebook has me addicted!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1611179531460624203</id><published>2009-03-13T11:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:03:57.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had the most bizarre dream.</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that my sister broke the news to me that little Sean was adopted-I was crushed to learn of this info. I am not quite sure why that, in the dream, I did not know that of my own child. In my dream it suddenly occurred to me that  did not have any memory of his birth!&lt;br /&gt;In an odd twist, I did recall my neice, Amber's birth. Because I had given birth to her and gave her to my sister to raise.&lt;br /&gt;Weird. But Seth really was my child all along. No mistaking that, since he looks just like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um , to anyone who is confused-I remind you that this was all a dream. I honestly DID actually produce Seth AND Sean and my sister actually DID produce my neice, Amber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1611179531460624203?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1611179531460624203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1611179531460624203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1611179531460624203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1611179531460624203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-most-bizarre-dream.html' title='I had the most bizarre dream.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4835439518065382288</id><published>2009-03-13T11:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:57:36.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, surely it is Friday the 13th..</title><content type='html'>The last friday the 13th that was truly frightening was Augest 13, 2004, the day Hurricane Charley swept through town leaving much of the town in shambles. But hey, that was a lifetime ago, it seems. So Friday the 13! doesn not bother me.&lt;br /&gt; So far it's been rather lovely.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a few days, I have the house to myself, I may just take a bubble bath in the middle of the day! Or walk around the house naked. Or jump rope. Or sing. Or anything else I can think of that I wouldn't do with other witnesses around..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4835439518065382288?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4835439518065382288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4835439518065382288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4835439518065382288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4835439518065382288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-surely-it-is-friday-13th.html' title='Oh, surely it is Friday the 13th..'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3129854396126229294</id><published>2009-03-11T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:53:27.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/Sbh1LyKfBUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yH5LpNDBjI8/s1600-h/Wong_pain_scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312124605788259650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/Sbh1LyKfBUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yH5LpNDBjI8/s320/Wong_pain_scale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have only one more day of work until I am off for five days. If I can make it. Today I had noticed that my unit manager has taped a face pain scale to the nurses station, you know, 1 equals no pain 10 as severe. Only this one has faces on it so you can judge a persons pain based on their facial expression. I joked we could use it to rate how well the day is going. the pain descriptions were a little different than the one shown here. My day started out "distressed" (2)when one of the student CNA's transferred a resident incorrectly and put a gash in her leg so we had to send her out for stitches. My day ended as "excruciating"(5) when one of my residents pulled out his PICC line halfway through the administration of his IV antibiotic. It was a day that I definitely felt like I deserved a raise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, I took Sean to the pediatrician to get a Dr. note allowing him back into day care. Of course, his eyes were as clear as could be. The Dr. ( who wasn't his regular Dr.) was more concerned about his eczema, I assured her that what she was seeing today was the best it has been in a long time, so that was the least of my worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an appointment for him to see Dr. yesterday but foolishly cancelled it when his eyes were so clear for 24 hours. Then yesterday afternoon they strated to get all goopy again-at day care- which is how I ended up having to get the Dr. note that he was okay. He was miserable at the Dr. It certainly didn't help that we waited an hour. He wanted to play with the computer in the exam room, the sink, the cotton balls, the hand soap, the garbage can, I was already exhausted froom my lovely day at work, so I was not in my greatest mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, skip to three hours later and you would find me relaxing in a bathtub full of bubbles that smell like lavender and my smelly candle nearby as I did the newspaper crossword. Delightful, I assure you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, it annoys me when my husband talks while he's yawning in the morning,("What the heck did you say again!?") Or blows his nose in the kitchen while I'm eating breakfast(eww) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he lets me relax whenever I feel I need it. And boy did I need it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho hum, here's to hoping tomorrow is better that today was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3129854396126229294?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3129854396126229294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3129854396126229294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3129854396126229294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3129854396126229294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-more-day.html' title='One more day...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/Sbh1LyKfBUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yH5LpNDBjI8/s72-c/Wong_pain_scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-852021049601947124</id><published>2009-03-08T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:05:21.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"pink" eyes ARE really pink!</title><content type='html'>I do believe that Sean has conjunctivitis. Especially in his R eye. It has a moderate amount of mucousy drainage and it is rather inflamed. Poor little guy-he just catches everything! He still on his antibiotics for his bilateral ear infections,BTW-Dr. put him on another round since his infections hadn't completely resolved.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Seth hasn't ever needed any antibiotics (knock on wood). I've lost track of how many times Sean has. Damned ear infections...I guess a couple in a year isn't too horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Now the eye though. Fortunately I was able to resort to my child care emergency back up plan and call my mom to watch Sean tomorrow. I figured there wasn't any way I was going to be able to sneak him into day care without them noticing the draining eye. They would take one look and say,"Hells, no!, that child needs to go on home!"&lt;br /&gt;My mom is going to call the Dr. tomorrow while I am at work and try to get Sean in for Tuesday. I just hope Seth doesn't get it. It's bad enough that David said, "I think I'm going to catch it, my eyes have been really itchy" ( Remember, he lives in David World where, no matter what happens, it always comes back to him in some way, and don't ever complain to him because his life is always much worse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he is working these days!! Hooray! Yahoo! He is doing the house remodeling thing and getting paid about $180.00 per week. Not bad. Certainly helps out alot. I am so glad that he is working-you can not even imagine the amount of stress it has relieved me of. Thank God. But two of the guys that he works with are severe alcoholics and I kind of don't like David to be too tempted, y'know. He says they influence him in a positive manner because he sees how they act and he doesn't want to be like them. And he has never, ever been one to drink liquor very much or drank in the early part of the day(to my knowledge)&lt;br /&gt;But i just don't want him to pick up any worse habits than the one's he already has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I am tired. I worked 16 hours yesterday and 8 today and still have 8 more tomorrow before I have a day off so I suppose I had better sleep. Sleep is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-852021049601947124?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/852021049601947124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=852021049601947124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/852021049601947124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/852021049601947124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/03/pink-eyes-are-really-pink.html' title='&quot;pink&quot; eyes ARE really pink!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-5733268774011415900</id><published>2009-02-23T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:15:51.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor baby Sean</title><content type='html'>The whole household is sick, I think this is the worst cold I have had in ages. We are all cough-y and stuffy and miserable. Seth's nose is running like a digusting snotty faucet and Sean's as well. Only with the addition of an extremely high fever.&lt;br /&gt;This morning David took him to the Dr. where he was diagnosed with brochiolitis and bilateral ear infections. How's that for a bad day?!&lt;br /&gt;So now we are giving him albuterol neb treatments and amoxicillin. Poor little kid. It' so sad to see him so sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-5733268774011415900?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/5733268774011415900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=5733268774011415900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5733268774011415900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5733268774011415900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-poor-baby-sean.html' title='My poor baby Sean'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3052080691577283637</id><published>2009-02-16T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:50:15.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a cold.:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys seem to be adjusting to day care-actually enjoying it! But David still doesn't have work...so their time in day care will be over this week if nothing changes.I won't pay for daycare so he can sit at home alone. So tired of my rollercoaster life- up and down all the time. Blech! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on top of it all I am catching a cold so I feel lousy. Darned daycare! The boys brought this cold home from daycare. Aww, how kind of them to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3052080691577283637?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3052080691577283637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3052080691577283637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3052080691577283637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3052080691577283637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-cold.html' title='I have a cold.:('/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-5840569015604146094</id><published>2009-02-10T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:11:14.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! Daycare isn't the end of the world!</title><content type='html'>The boys seem to really be enjoying it. Well, Seth, at least. Sean is still adjusting. Today we sent him to school with Chi-chi (his stuffed chicken) and it seemed to help him a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i was off work today and still sent my kids to daycare. I'm not proud. But they were only there for four hours.&lt;br /&gt;I was crazy lonely at the store, I'm just not used to going shopping alone. And I dont think I like it.&lt;br /&gt;David was supposed to start working full time in the day this week- but so far there hasn't been any work. He knows that he's going to have to work if the boys are going to have to go to daycare. If he doesn't have work by the end of next week-the boys are coming out of daycare. I don't need another bill. In the meantime I am going to keep David very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth told me that a girl in his class "with a white face like brother Sean's" was very pretty but she had messy hair. (Some guys are so picky!) And another girl in his class had purple arms, purple legs and a purple face. (weird!-I'm thinking she was actually, maybe brown colored. Where did the purple come from unless he has alien girls in his class?)&lt;br /&gt;He seems to have alot of fun and is making some friends. I'm glad.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-5840569015604146094?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/5840569015604146094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=5840569015604146094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5840569015604146094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5840569015604146094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-daycare-isnt-end-of-world.html' title='Wow! Daycare isn&apos;t the end of the world!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4428238122408725774</id><published>2009-02-06T23:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:34:04.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the CEO of my household</title><content type='html'>How is it that men and women are the same species but actually are only compatible physically simply for reproductive purposes.? Sometimes it seems like David is going to be a Toys R US kid forever. Myself, I grew up long ago. From what I have heard from other wives is that their spouses are extraordinarily similar. Women just learn to deal.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I tend to wonder how men would suvive without women. Would they just live in messy houses with dirty sheets and dirty dishes piled to the ceiling? Would the socks ever make it from the floor to the laundry?&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I feel like I have to be the CEO of the household, especially one with three men in it. I assure you it is hard work that I think I deserve to be paid for. And it all starts after I come home from eight hourse at a job tht I do get paid for. Sometimes I really honestly feel like everyone I see wants something from me.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was entering new orders into the computer at work and this one family memeber kept bugging me with piddly requests. He states "You always look like you're busy when i come up here"&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to respond , "Thats because I am, dumbass, do you think I am sitting here playing solitaire on the computer?"&lt;br /&gt;I thought my eyes were going to cross from staring at the computer so long. So why am i sitting at a computer right now? No clue. I'm a foolish fool.&lt;br /&gt;An overtired foolish fool. So excuse my poorly written story, my brain has shut down for the night.&lt;br /&gt;until we meet again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4428238122408725774?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4428238122408725774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4428238122408725774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4428238122408725774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4428238122408725774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-ceo-of-my-household.html' title='I am the CEO of my household'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1250236484316174292</id><published>2009-01-20T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:30:00.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This computer is slooooooooow lately..</title><content type='html'>Which is exactly why I am not on it too often these days. Well, that and new episodes of House and American Idol have been on. I am such a dork..&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of charting that I have to do on a regular basis so I suppose I am sick of looking at a computer screen by the time I get home from work. Work has been so ridiculously busy, some days I feel like my head will esxplode if ONE MORE PERSON bugs me while I am trying to accomplish something else. Obviously, as a nurse, I have to be able to multitask. But there comes a time when you can only do so many multi tasks at one time. And I am certainly not super nurse. And at work we have coined a phrase "compassion fatigue". Which seems to occur when you deal with extremely needy family members or patients every single freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;Heartless as it may sound, sometimes a girl starts to feel numb to everyone's issues. Not important ones, of course, but petty little things. I swear it seems that some patients' family members sit at home and think up silly questions to ask the nursing staff.&lt;br /&gt;I might remind you that I work in long term care where the patients are stable for the most part-so many of the issues that the familys have seem to stem from their own past guilt about their relationship with their family member/patient.&lt;br /&gt;And I have never seem so much denial about disease process as I have in the last year. Families just don't seem to want to accept their 90 year old mothers dementia/ weakness/behavior issue/terminal condition.&lt;br /&gt;If men dominated the nursing field, I guarantee that the pay would be far, far better.&lt;br /&gt;Nurses (and CNAs) just don't get enough credit. We honestly are good caring people or we wouldn't have gone into that profession. But we are not infallable, we are human.&lt;br /&gt;I think there should be a National Hug-A-Nurse Day. :)   We deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are good. David is good. Working a few days a week, which is really helping. We got a letter from Countrywide mortgage that they could decrease our monthly payment significantly. I faxed a bunch of financial papers and am now awaiting a response. I hope it all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be glad that no one bought our house when they auctioned it off last month. Maybe we will be able to keep it after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1250236484316174292?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1250236484316174292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1250236484316174292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1250236484316174292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1250236484316174292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-computer-is-slooooooooow-lately.html' title='This computer is slooooooooow lately..'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-2236566193173050640</id><published>2009-01-05T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:30:12.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy flippin' new year</title><content type='html'>I should be more sunshiny since really, things are not all bad. David has been working a couple days a week remodeling houses with this guy he knows so that's been helping with our $$ situation considerably. We applied for assistance with gifts for the boys at Christmas and got some "Toys for Tots" for them- I thought we would get one toy per kid. We got quite a few! The boys did pretty well for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;We just seem to busy around here.The fun never ends.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-2236566193173050640?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/2236566193173050640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=2236566193173050640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2236566193173050640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2236566193173050640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-flippin-new-year.html' title='Happy flippin&apos; new year'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-7807791649728611710</id><published>2008-12-22T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:31:38.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune keeps smiling upon me..</title><content type='html'>That does not even make sense. But it sounded good at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I are learning that the holidays bring out the generous nature in people. Strangers and coworkers, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;One lady at the dollar store gave me $5 one day with instructions to get Sean something special. Which I did, he got some cute farm animal toys..&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave me an early Christmas present of some cash. And then told me how proud of me he was ( that meant far more than the cash).&lt;br /&gt;A couple people at work gave me their Publix gift cards that was distributed through the company.&lt;br /&gt;I received $140.00 from the resident gift fund at work. Not to mention I happened to win a gift basket raffled off at the holiday party!&lt;br /&gt;David's mom gave us some $ for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;We received quite a decent haul of toys from the Toys for Tot's program for the boys and some food for us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today David's new boss bought us a bunch of groceries. What a shocker that was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely amazed at everything that has happened. I cannot believe how much toys the boys have under the tree! And I am still floored that our kitchen cabinets are so full!!! We haven't had this much food in ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has found some work. He met this very nice man who remodels houses in Cape Coral and he's been helping him out. The guy even picks him up. And David can work whatever days he can since childcare is not available every day. A couple days a week is about all we can pull off. But it really helps. We have been invited to his house tomorrow for a Christmas party thing-even the boys.&lt;br /&gt;And to think I was just whining yesterday that nobody ever invited us to Christmas parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-7807791649728611710?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/7807791649728611710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=7807791649728611710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7807791649728611710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7807791649728611710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/12/fortune-keeps-smiling-upon-me.html' title='Fortune keeps smiling upon me..'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6395588311569426409</id><published>2008-12-16T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:10:28.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm freezing like a chicken!"</title><content type='html'>That is what Seth proclaimed the other evening as he got out of the bath tub. I'm not sure I know why a chicken is a freezing animal. But it sounded funny as heck.&lt;br /&gt;Not so funny was when we were at Wal mart and Seth looked over at a rather large woman in the aisle and stated " Mom, that is a big fat girl!"&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to crawl into the floor, never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;I apologized but thankfully she was a good sport and told him, "You're right, it's true."&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and said, " It's okay, I have kids at home. I know how it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also noticing that when people ask Seth his name, he responds not only by telling him his name, ("Sef") but introduces Sean and me ( "That is my mommy, her name is Jenny, and that's brother Sean")&lt;br /&gt;Sean, on the other hand, enjoys waving to people. And throwing them kisses. Oddly enough, if we are with someone that I want him to talk to he won't say a word but will say "Hi" to a stranger in the grocery store. He also says water(wa-wa), juice (joo), banana (nana), night night, mama, dada, done (du), c'mon, there you are, i see you, one, two, three, kitty, baby, phoebe (our cat), grandma, stinky, and No! ( but oddly enough, he doesn't say yes)&lt;br /&gt;There are more but I cannot think of them.&lt;br /&gt;He also can make cow sounds, and donkey sounds, and cat sounds. And Santa Claus sounds. He says "ho, ho, HO!" It would make the crankiest, crochety scrooge smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6395588311569426409?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6395588311569426409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6395588311569426409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6395588311569426409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6395588311569426409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-freezing-like-chicken.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m freezing like a chicken!&quot;'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4103565327912924892</id><published>2008-12-13T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:15:24.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God give me strength, please.</title><content type='html'>Because I don't seem to have much left. I keep hoping things will get better but things ,instead, just seem to get worse and worse.&lt;br /&gt;Our house is in foreclosure since we cannot afford to pay the mortgage with only myself working. David got a phone call a couple days ago to tell him that our house will be auctioned off on December 17th. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we are not foolish enough to be truly surprised by this but it sure would have been nice to have it happen AFTER Christmas. As it stands I am not sure how Santa is going to be able to get the boys very much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, from what I have heard, after the sale we will receive some type of notice in the mail and we will have at least 30 days from then to get out. Most likely 90 days since we have kids. Then we were hoping on using our tax return to get a rental. But with my luck the government will take it all to pay on our Small Business loan that we haven't been able to pay on...&lt;br /&gt;We'll find outrselves a nice rental somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I will have some sunshine coming my way before too long. I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4103565327912924892?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4103565327912924892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4103565327912924892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4103565327912924892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4103565327912924892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-give-me-strength-please.html' title='God give me strength, please.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-2342240519679237780</id><published>2008-12-07T23:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:10:55.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3san7zRappY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3san7zRappY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not the biggest Shinedown fan but this song (Second Chance) is absolutely beautiful. Every time I hear it I love it more. It just makes me feel good. Weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-2342240519679237780?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/2342240519679237780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=2342240519679237780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2342240519679237780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2342240519679237780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4103371977783583021</id><published>2008-12-07T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:53:02.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry christmas to you! Merry christmas to me!</title><content type='html'>Yes, that time of year is upon us again... Our house is lit up with Christmas lights and we finished decorating the inside tonight. Including the Christmas tree. This year we will not be getting too much in the way of gifts but we have to at least make it look good for the boys!&lt;br /&gt;Besides getting all Christmassy is so much fun. I will miss all of the shopping, but I haven't done too much in the last two Christmases so I'm kind of getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;It is past my bedtime so I must retire for the night. Sleep well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4103371977783583021?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4103371977783583021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4103371977783583021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4103371977783583021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4103371977783583021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-to-you-merry-christmas.html' title='Merry christmas to you! Merry christmas to me!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4776379703787915586</id><published>2008-11-24T23:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:22:10.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey, that's a nice dog you have there!"</title><content type='html'>Taking a walk around the block with Seth was an interesting experience, to say the least. In addition to yelling at poor elderly dog walkers he also had a comment for every single person he encountered. For example:&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing? Are you doing yardwork?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's your name?" ( This question was asked of about everyone)&lt;br /&gt;"Your dog likes me, I'm a kid. He likes kids"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have any kids?"&lt;br /&gt;" My name is Seth and this is my mommy. Her name is Jennie"&lt;br /&gt;" I love dogs!"&lt;br /&gt;" What are you doing? Are you building something?"&lt;br /&gt;"What are you eating?"&lt;br /&gt;"You have a nice tree in your yard!"&lt;br /&gt;" Hi there! What are you making?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely evening for a walk. And actually we ran into David and Sean taking a walk on the way home. Beautiful evening. The fresh air was nice. I am still emotionally exhausted though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4776379703787915586?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4776379703787915586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4776379703787915586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4776379703787915586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4776379703787915586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-thats-nice-dog-you-have-there.html' title='&quot;Hey, that&apos;s a nice dog you have there!&quot;'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-229012101071720477</id><published>2008-11-19T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:03:55.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry baby Cry (or the world is full of lovely people)</title><content type='html'>Times are tough these days so yesterday I tried to apply for some government assistance for food or cash. While we were there we took advantage of the food pantry. Yes, I am as low as I've ever been. My pride is completely gone...&lt;br /&gt;I happened to mention this to someone at work, simply complaining that I am constantly annoyed that I am never poor enough to qualify for any aid. But I am so broke it's pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;She whipped out $40 for me. "You don't owe me anything." she said, "I've been there before."&lt;br /&gt;I wept.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day another one of my coworkers took me aside,"This is for you" She handed me a $40 gift certificate that she hadn't used and $20. Then she gave me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;And I wept again.&lt;br /&gt;Then another woman met me in the hallway."This is from a group of 6 women" It was $15 gift certificate for Publix.&lt;br /&gt;I wept a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving work my supervisor asked if I needed any more money. I reminded her that I had received $40 in the morning. She told me to let her know if I needed any more.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mom bought us a few items at the grocery store and made some pancakes for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I am all wept out. I am feeling sorry for myself but also am deeply touched at the goodness in people.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to be where I am right now. But one day when these lean times are over, I may come across another person who might be having a difficult time as I am now. And I will help them with what I can. Because I know that a little help can make a big difference. Not just in a financial way-but it also restores your faith in people. And that means a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate well tonight. Even me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-229012101071720477?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/229012101071720477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=229012101071720477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/229012101071720477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/229012101071720477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/11/cry-baby-cry-or-world-is-full-of-lovely.html' title='Cry baby Cry (or the world is full of lovely people)'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-7717242694665972304</id><published>2008-11-01T22:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:55:26.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new guilty pleasure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mbKYXIWq5LY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mbKYXIWq5LY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Framing Hanley- Lollipop&lt;br /&gt;This is a rock cover of a rap song and the lyrics are so very dirty...but I love the song! Very catchy, just hope I don't start mindlessly singing at work...&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the song doesn't even start until the 2 minute mark in the video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-7717242694665972304?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/7717242694665972304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=7717242694665972304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7717242694665972304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7717242694665972304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-guilty-pleasure.html' title='My new guilty pleasure...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-9211169174294195633</id><published>2008-10-27T23:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:53:52.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, my boys are handsome and no, you can't have them</title><content type='html'>Poor David was long overdue for a haircut. So we all went to the hair place Saturday so I could explain to the hairdresser how his hair should look. I am never sure why he can't do that himself, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;While we were there I thought maybe Seth could get one ,too. He actually agreed to it and watching Daddy get one , maybe, made the idea more appealing for him.&lt;br /&gt;So Seth got his first big boy haircut.&lt;br /&gt;He told the hairdresser that she was beautiful in the process. What a nut.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Seth looks so handsome! Oh, and David does as well, of course!&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy when I am out with my boys all looking so sharp. I feel so proud.&lt;br /&gt;Since Seth was such a good boy during his hair cut I took him for ice cream and to play at the playgound at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;He's not a bad kid. He's acting more grown up all the time. My oldest baby isn't a baby anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-9211169174294195633?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/9211169174294195633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=9211169174294195633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/9211169174294195633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/9211169174294195633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-my-boys-are-handsome-and-no-you.html' title='Yes, my boys are handsome and no, you can&apos;t have them'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-9213480370893509763</id><published>2008-10-22T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:32:40.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Melancholy Musings</title><content type='html'>I am just in such a blue funk lately. I find just about everything irritating. And I just feel so sad about everything. Things that are personal : house foreclosure, bank overdrafts, bills that need to be paid but there isn't any money for them...&lt;br /&gt;Even things that are happening in the world sadden me: poor economy, hordes of unemployed, ridiculous govenment people that have no idea what goes on in the real world. Large stores going bankrupt and closing stores left and right. The world seems to be in a mess. A big one.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a failure for being poor.&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't have anyone to talk to. No one likes to spend time with someone feeling so blah. I understand. When I feel really good I don't want someone to bring me down. So I talk with poor David who is feeling the same as I am. I am sure I drive him nuts though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that life since Hurricane Charley four years ago has been especially trying. Life has been a bumpy road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that something good happens before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recently reminded me of the story of Job, about how Satan was challenging his faith in God by taking everything good away from him and making his life miserable but good 'Ol Job hung in there, faithful as ever. And eventually he got everything back and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, give me something good! Anything to remind me that there's a light at the end of the tunnel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-9213480370893509763?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/9213480370893509763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=9213480370893509763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/9213480370893509763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/9213480370893509763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-melancholy-musings.html' title='More Melancholy Musings'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4735715695336945724</id><published>2008-10-20T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:54:16.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How'd I forget to mention our pool party?</title><content type='html'>At Seth's 4 th birthday party my dad told us that he was watching a house for one of his clients that was up north for much of the year and they told him he could uses their pool anytime. Now, how a guy goes from mowing lawns to being trusted with people's homes while they are away for long periods of time baffles me. But my dad is a very professional, honest person so maybe they can tell. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he offered to let us use the pool. After making sure it was okay with the owners, we met him at the house last Thursday for a swim. Well, my dad didn't swim. But it was my mom, sister, neice and my boys, and myself. It was beautiful day and we all had a great time. It really was alot of fun!!! Now, my boys were a little cranky towards the end of our pool party since they were simply exhausted but that's okay because they slept very, very well that night.&lt;br /&gt;My mom had brought along a lovely selection of snacks so after we swam we all ate. So it wasn't really a "pool party" but if you get some of your favorite people together and have a fun time at a pool and food is involved...doesn't that sound like a party?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4735715695336945724?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4735715695336945724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4735715695336945724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4735715695336945724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4735715695336945724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/howd-i-forget-to-mention-our-pool-party.html' title='How&apos;d I forget to mention our pool party?'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-963473801742729241</id><published>2008-10-18T23:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:23:14.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy musings</title><content type='html'>There never seems to be enough money to pay everything. Even when we cut important things out (like mortgage) There STILL never is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are thinking,"Hey, didn't you just take a vacation to Disney?"&lt;br /&gt;Why, yes I did and I assure you we all needed it. We haven't been able to take one in years and we've never done a family vacation before now. I assure you we found some great deals in order to stretch the $$$ to go.&lt;br /&gt;And the whole vacation still cost us less than one months mortgage would have cost us. Believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I have two great kids, a loving and wonderful husband, and we are all generally healthy (At least physically, ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;And little did I know when I went to nursing school just how very wise my decision was. These days health care is one place you can easily find a job anywhere. Thank goodness for my good sense (yes, I do have some good sense, sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am optimistic that once David takes the phlebotomy class he will be able to find some steady work. He has scheduled his entrance test for the vocational school already. I will have to save up $300 for the 10 week Health Core program ( a prerequisite for the class) and another $300 for the 10 week phlebotomy class after that. It will take awhile since he will be going in the evenings a few days a week. But I am grasping at some hope for the future that his learning a carreer ,especially in the health care field, will be a great benefit for us. It will be hard in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough blahness for one evening. I should sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-963473801742729241?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/963473801742729241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=963473801742729241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/963473801742729241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/963473801742729241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/melancholy-musings.html' title='Melancholy musings'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6440288893352800836</id><published>2008-10-17T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:07:43.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monty Python's Holy Grail Camelot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/sGAYk5VWkTw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/sGAYk5VWkTw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my favorite movie lines EVER!&lt;br /&gt;"On second thought lets not go to camelot. It is a silly place."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6440288893352800836?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6440288893352800836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6440288893352800836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6440288893352800836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6440288893352800836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/monty-python-holy-grail-camelot.html' title='Monty Python&amp;#39;s Holy Grail Camelot'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6360823513155268282</id><published>2008-10-17T16:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:57:34.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/C1FfL9_P5LE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/C1FfL9_P5LE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6360823513155268282?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6360823513155268282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6360823513155268282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6360823513155268282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6360823513155268282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-mom.html' title='For Mom'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-9133791629060979676</id><published>2008-10-11T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:20:51.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love a good party</title><content type='html'>WE had Seth's 4th birthday party today and we all had a grand time. Lots of good food, good company and the kids had tons of fun playing. I think we all will sleep well tonight. Seth got some very cool gifts: A leap frog game from Mamaw, a remote control car from grampa, sea monkeys and books from Sean and me, and webkins figures from my mom. Also my Dad's next door neighbor gave him a Lightning McQueen hoodie jacket for winter. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness birthdays only come once a year. I couldn't do this too often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-9133791629060979676?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/9133791629060979676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=9133791629060979676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/9133791629060979676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/9133791629060979676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-good-party.html' title='I love a good party'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3764512519057716367</id><published>2008-10-11T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:15:13.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean's eczema update:</title><content type='html'>The poor kid wakes up in the night itching the heck out of his feet and arms and behind his knees. We give him his anti-itch medicine nightly but it doesn't seem to work all night. So at our Dr. follow up he took some blood ( he had to move the needle around under the skin to access the vein, yuck. I know how painful that is!) to check for some food allergies in case that is contributing to his problems. He prescribed some prednisone to help- which (I might add) has worked wonderfully, his skin looks beautiful for the moment! And we also need to consult with a dermatologist. Of course, the ped dermatologist in Sarasota does not take my insurance so I am going to have to take him to an adult dermatologist somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;And he's been have not just loose, but watery stools x 1 week now. This started prior to the prednisone so that is surely not the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;So now instead of waking up itching, he's waking up poopy in the night. Oh, joy of joys. Poor kid. He just can't seem to get a break!&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that his appetite hasn't seemed to be affected in the least. I assure you this kid eats enough for him and Seth. And probably a couple more kids...&lt;br /&gt;Seth won't eat hardly anything. Unless it's just or dry cereal. It hasn't seemed to affect his enegy level at all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3764512519057716367?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3764512519057716367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3764512519057716367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3764512519057716367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3764512519057716367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/seans-eczema-update.html' title='Sean&apos;s eczema update:'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3738920294727020192</id><published>2008-10-07T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:52:57.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th birthday Seth!!!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe I am the mother of a 4 year old. It seems like only yesterday he was a little baby...&lt;br /&gt;We ate at McDonalds at lunch and he played on the playground then we went for a nice walk down a nature trail looking for bugs. A very pleasant day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;The big birthday party will be this Saturday.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3738920294727020192?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3738920294727020192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3738920294727020192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3738920294727020192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3738920294727020192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-4th-birthday-seth.html' title='Happy 4th birthday Seth!!!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-5189294124744925437</id><published>2008-10-04T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:02:59.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Message to mom re: beef stew.</title><content type='html'>It was superb! David and I both rated it 10 stars and David wants the recipe. Unfortunately the boys didn't get any because David and I ate it ALL. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-5189294124744925437?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/5189294124744925437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=5189294124744925437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5189294124744925437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5189294124744925437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/message-to-mom-re-beef-stew.html' title='Message to mom re: beef stew.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1816905209998379978</id><published>2008-10-03T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:36:00.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!</title><content type='html'>And we had a delightful time! We stayed at a resort in Orlando that had two bedrooms and a kitchen so the boys had plenty of room. We spent Wednesday at the Magic Kingdom and both Seth and Sean had alot of fun. And David and me also, I should add! I am truly glad that we went. More on that tomorrow, I am exhausted! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1816905209998379978?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1816905209998379978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1816905209998379978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1816905209998379978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1816905209998379978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8743629953201331315</id><published>2008-09-27T23:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:06:32.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World here we come!</title><content type='html'>First of all, why would any man start an amusement park and name it after himself. I certainly would not start a place and name it "Jennifer Dreyer World" because one would assusme the entire place would be about "Jennifer Dreyer" and really, that is not all that interesting and I am fairly sure no one would pay to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about to embark on our first family vacation. We found a really great deal for lodging at a resort so we are going to stay for 4 nights! And included in that is two $25 tickets to the magic Kingdom. The only thing is that David and I have to sit through a high pressure  90 minute presentation. Um, we know it's high pressure because we sat through one before several years ago for EPCOT tickets..&lt;br /&gt;At least we are prepared this time! But since we have been to the resort before we know it's nice place. It has two bedrooms and two bathrooms and a kitchen. Lovely place. So I am excited but there is going to be ALOT of stuff we need to bring and I am not sure how we will fit it in the car... I'll think of something by tomorrow. I'd better think fast since we are leaving Monday. This should be interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8743629953201331315?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8743629953201331315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8743629953201331315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8743629953201331315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8743629953201331315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/09/disney-world-here-we-come.html' title='Disney World here we come!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1895274987145276249</id><published>2008-09-26T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:35:15.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Tennessee this week.:(</title><content type='html'>We just don't have enough $$ to go this week. Hotels and gas would be especially expensive...&lt;br /&gt;So plan B is that we are simply going to go to the Nickelodeon Hotel in Orlando and possibly go to Sea World or something for Seth's birthday. At least we are going to go do something. I was really looking forward to leaving the state.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to postpone our Tennessee trip a couple months, that will give us some time to save up some more $$. As God as I my witness, I will leave this state!! Eventually..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1895274987145276249?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1895274987145276249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1895274987145276249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1895274987145276249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1895274987145276249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-tennessee-this-week.html' title='No Tennessee this week.:('/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3249004082523180303</id><published>2008-09-22T23:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:47:40.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My crazy life...</title><content type='html'>1. My mom and her husband and my sister got into an argument the other evening that apparently ended badly. It supposedly involved drunk people, cheesecake, and some foul language. The moral of the story I got was," Alcohol and cheesecake don't mix, it can only lead to trouble."&lt;br /&gt;2. Today my unit manager asked my friend, Marva, what her silver bracelet said on it. Marva stated "It says 'Barbados' " To which the unit manager replied," Oh I only saw the first few letters and I thought it said 'barely legal' " We all got a good laugh about that. I can only imagine my 36-year-old friend trying to pull off wearing a bracelet stating "barely legal". It still makes my laugh thinking about it. I know what Marva's getting for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;3. Today I told Seth that I was going to take a shower as I tucked him in. He responded, " But you don't look dirty!" As I laughed he added," Do you have hair under your arms?" Huh? Where did &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; come from?&lt;br /&gt;4. Every day is a battle of man vs. nature in my house, we are becoming overrun by ANTS!! The more I spray the ant killer and clean every nook and cranny they keep coming in through different places! I feel like it's a constant war and I think I am losing. I am thinking about giving up and moving out, they can have the stinkin' house. Maybe I should take my family with me.&lt;br /&gt;5.Taking care of forgetful people is good for my self esteem: If they like your hair, or outfit, or eyes, or generally think you are pretty you will hear it every time you see that person. It could be several times in a day. But then again, if they don't like you..oh, heck they won't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;6.My buddy, Herman, asked if I was getting married. I told him I already was. He asked if I was going to marry someone else. I reminded him that I can only be married to one person at a time. He said," That happened to me too. I wasn't happy about that." Good ole' Herman. I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;7.One week until Tennessee!!!!This is going to be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3249004082523180303?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3249004082523180303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3249004082523180303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3249004082523180303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3249004082523180303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-crazy-life.html' title='My crazy life...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-2181700155765282045</id><published>2008-09-15T22:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:58:45.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my future's past.</title><content type='html'>I need to remind myself that every day happens only once and I should appreciate it now instead of longing for it many years from now. Memories are being made every moment so I need to enjoy them. Besides, life is always changing. Who knows what changes will occur tomorrow or next week?&lt;br /&gt;Why does time seem to go by so fast as I get older!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-2181700155765282045?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/2181700155765282045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=2181700155765282045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2181700155765282045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2181700155765282045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-my-futures-past.html' title='Today is my future&apos;s past.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3498512692450901067</id><published>2008-09-15T22:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:47:15.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David loves it when I sing the Robot Chicken theme song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/aKoiqTPurKw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aKoiqTPurKw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Robot Chicken-Behind The Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bock,bock, bock,   bock, bock, bock,&lt;br /&gt;bock, bock&lt;br /&gt;oh, you get the point....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3498512692450901067?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3498512692450901067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3498512692450901067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3498512692450901067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3498512692450901067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/09/david-loves-it-when-i-sing-robot.html' title='David loves it when I sing the Robot Chicken theme song'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8422958912382951241</id><published>2008-09-12T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:59:31.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 28th..</title><content type='html'>Is when we are going to leave for Tennessee. We decided that David and I ( and the boys, of course) are going to drive up there for a week to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting excited about this upcoming adventure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8422958912382951241?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8422958912382951241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8422958912382951241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8422958912382951241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8422958912382951241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-28th.html' title='September 28th..'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1506257886867138130</id><published>2008-09-08T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:20:33.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yee haw! Tennessee is looking better and better.</title><content type='html'>David and I have decided to move away from Florida. We despise the weather and the economy stinks. David can only get very low paying kitchen work here and it's not enough to pay the bills. We are tired of struggling so we have dedided to go somewhere that actually has some decent jobs available...and while we are at it we want some seasons.&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend in Nashville that sent me lots of links with lots of Tennessee info and she only had positive things to say comparing it to FL so I guess you could say I am sold on the Tennessee thing.&lt;br /&gt;There is plenty of industry there so David could get a job, a decent one, pretty easily. Maybe he could get a job at the Gibson guitar factory-no experience neccesary. :)&lt;br /&gt;Next paycheck I am buying David a plane ticket to check it out for a few days. I also need to get a TN nursing license and we'll be in business!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting scared and excited. We estimate we'll be gone in the next six months...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1506257886867138130?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1506257886867138130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1506257886867138130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1506257886867138130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1506257886867138130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/09/yee-haw-tennessee-is-looking-better-and.html' title='Yee haw! Tennessee is looking better and better.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-5945512166657372488</id><published>2008-09-03T23:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:19:49.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I love this song?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UtUI5MC9tVM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UtUI5MC9tVM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MGMT-Electric Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like the music I usually like but I can't help but enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little modern disco. Very different and interesting. Catchy and soothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the video is crazy wild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I cannot get the vid to play on my blog.:(&lt;br /&gt;But definitely look it up....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-5945512166657372488?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/5945512166657372488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=5945512166657372488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5945512166657372488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/5945512166657372488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-do-i-love-this-song_3788.html' title='Why do I love this song?'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3019936367132119936</id><published>2008-08-31T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:57:30.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have to like NASCAR to live in North Carolina?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SLrox-EpsXI/AAAAAAAAANU/IK7k6RQJs8o/s1600-h/cfiles35500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240757061572735346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SLrox-EpsXI/AAAAAAAAANU/IK7k6RQJs8o/s320/cfiles35500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I despise NASCAR with a passion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the mountains are lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I love this picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3019936367132119936?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3019936367132119936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3019936367132119936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3019936367132119936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3019936367132119936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-have-to-like-nascar-to-live-in.html' title='Do you have to like NASCAR to live in North Carolina?'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SLrox-EpsXI/AAAAAAAAANU/IK7k6RQJs8o/s72-c/cfiles35500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3791496964545385723</id><published>2008-08-27T22:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:51:31.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Herman's in the hospital</title><content type='html'>Herman is one of the patients at my work, we refer to him as the mascot of "C" wing, the unofficial hallway greeter. Everyone loves Herman. He has a certain place he sits in his wheelchair across from the nurses, chatting with all of the other patients and staff. Do his conversations make sense? Many times they do not. Herman is what I like to call "pleasantly confused".&lt;br /&gt;He is a genuinely good person who always has a smile and a kind word for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;So when I learned that they had to send him to the hospital yesterday, I decided I had to visit him. Especially after about every staff member at work was asking about him today.&lt;br /&gt;So I took Seth along for the adventure. And my friend Marva who is Herman's regular nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it was all worthwhile to see how happy he was to see familiar faces. He was happy that I brought my "young one" as well. Even though Seth was more interested in looking out of the window of his 3rd floor room and also looking for doctors. And wanting to climb on the empty bed in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved that Herman was okay and hopefully, will be back at the nursing home very soon. Does it make me dumb to be concerned about someone that isn't even my family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3791496964545385723?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3791496964545385723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3791496964545385723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3791496964545385723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3791496964545385723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/08/hermans-in-hospital.html' title='Herman&apos;s in the hospital'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4817843476699443403</id><published>2008-08-23T22:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:11:30.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho! HI Ho! It's off to work he goes..</title><content type='html'>David has a JOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;He is working part time at a local restaurant called "Luigi's" as a dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's official-every man I was ever in a relationship with has been a dishwasher there at one time or another. But David is ,by far, the most overqualified for that position. But it is $$-about $160 a week, which is about $340.00 a month.&lt;br /&gt;That makes me happy. You see my paycheck covers bills. I just need him to contribute toward food and gas. He already saves me money by working evenings so that we don't have to worry about added costs of child care. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel. And i have a feeling that it will simply get brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, BTW, my jaw is working again, thank you. I can eat and brush my teeth with ease and without pain!! Next paycheck I am going to buy myself a stinkin' mouth guard for when I clench my teeth at night. I don't want to wake up thinking that I have developed lockjaw while I slept, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I haven't ever taken Prednisone before but it makes me feel really good! I have administered it to many a person in my nursing career and was aware of it's many serious side effects if taken over a long period of time but haven't needed it.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel healthy and energetic. No aches, no pains. Physically I feel superb which, in turn, makes me feel good mentally. I am certain I had (have) inflamed muscles in my mid back and shoulders causing the aches and pains that I have experiencing for the last six months. Not to mention the kinks in my spine most likely caused by carrying a very large 18 month old who loves to have mommy hold him. ( why does he have to be so darned cute? Why does he have to be such a good eater?)&lt;br /&gt;So an anti-inflammitory medication would indeed cure what ails me. I guess I'd better enjoy it while it lasts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4817843476699443403?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4817843476699443403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4817843476699443403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4817843476699443403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4817843476699443403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-ho-hi-ho-its-off-to-work-he-goes.html' title='Hi Ho! HI Ho! It&apos;s off to work he goes..'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4025693667090677373</id><published>2008-08-21T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:16:18.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a busy little bee</title><content type='html'>This day has been a full one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we ( Sean, Seth and myself) spent a few hours at Mamaw's house playing (Seth and Sean) and chatting (myself). We also had a delightful lunch. I had to hurry home so I could drop the boys off so I could ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to my Dr. appt. It was merely a follow-up to my appt. last month regarding my headaches. I made sure to tell the Dr. about my jaw problem. He told me I probably have some severe inflammation in the jaw and gave me a Rx for some prednisone for a few days which should fix it. He also advised warm, moist heat compresses, soft foods, talking less. Simply giving my jaw some extra rest. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth and I decided to check out the new library down the road. Seth really had a good time playing with the other kids. He didn't want to leave but we had to get home so that david could take the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually stayed home doing nothing for a few minutes while David brought my old broken gold necklaces to the jeweler, which he actually got $100.00 for! Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left again (all of us) to go pick up my Rx, and go to Gallery walk in Punta Gorda which we ended up not doing since it was raining intermittently when we got there. So instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along the water at a new park in Charlotte Harbor and watched the sun go down. Then, courtesy of my broken necklaces, we treated ourselves to Wendy's. It's been so long since I had a Frosty-it was absolutely delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, am I exhausted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4025693667090677373?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4025693667090677373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4025693667090677373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4025693667090677373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4025693667090677373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-busy-little-bee.html' title='I&apos;ve been a busy little bee'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-3204907438236311020</id><published>2008-08-20T16:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:20:58.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jawbreaker</title><content type='html'>First of all I Tropical Storm Fay brought along a very dreary day. That's about all. No excessive rain or wind. Pathetic. But we did not get the brunt of it, other places suffered severe flooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the last week or so I have begun clenching my teeth at night in the most horrible way. Maybe I have been clenching them for longer-I only know when I wake up with jaw pain.&lt;br /&gt;From past experience I know this only occurs when I'm under stress so it's not shocking that it is happening again, besides I have always had issues with my temporomandibular joint (TMJ).&lt;br /&gt;What is shocking is the apparent strength that my jaw is applying when clenching my teeth because L left side of my jaw seems to be displaced or something. I have alot of jaw discomfort and find that opening my mouth wide causes a disturbing popping sensation and pain. I am literally afraid that my jaw would lock open.&lt;br /&gt;I can place two fingers vertically between my front teeth and that is the widest my mouth opens without forcing and pain.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I can say a whopper is not in my near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to the Dr. tomorrow for a follow up regarding my headaches so I am hoping he can give me some advice. Maybe I just need some deep massage, I hope my jaw isn't out of alignment because I think it would be far too painful to pop it back into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* it's always something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-3204907438236311020?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/3204907438236311020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=3204907438236311020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3204907438236311020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/3204907438236311020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/08/jawbreaker.html' title='Jawbreaker'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8797291700889825090</id><published>2008-08-18T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:25:40.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock me like a hurricane</title><content type='html'>No one &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; knows if Tropical storm Fay will become a hurricane or where it(she?) will hit land. Yeah, I know, all of the meteorologists like to pretend they have a clue-but when it really boils down to it, you can only guess. Only Mother nature truly knows&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SKnmUW5pjNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cteKEX-XXro/s1600-h/at200806.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235969279214062802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SKnmUW5pjNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cteKEX-XXro/s320/at200806.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be like a really bad thunderstorm-lots of wind and rain. After Hurricane Charley I feel like an old hat at hurricane preparedness and survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just concerned about how the weather will be in the early morning hours when I have to go to work. They have suggested staff get there really early to avoid the really bad weather but how early? I don't want to go to work at 3 AM!&lt;br /&gt;And how will I get home if there is flooding?&lt;br /&gt;I am not worried about my family ,they will be here safe in the house during the storm. I'll be out in it! :(&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to get a little breezy outside. And very overcast. People are boarding up their homes, filling up their gas tanks and buying every drop of water in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8797291700889825090?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8797291700889825090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8797291700889825090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8797291700889825090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8797291700889825090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/08/rock-me-like-hurricane.html' title='Rock me like a hurricane'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SKnmUW5pjNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cteKEX-XXro/s72-c/at200806.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-537457176086113768</id><published>2008-08-16T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:36:32.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin Spin Sugar</title><content type='html'>Picture it: Two young boys in a bedroom. One begins to spin around and around, the other follows suit. And they both spin around and around until they are dizzy and stumble into a wall falling onto each other laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,mom sits in the corner observing the craziness wondering how they don't become nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of spinning.....A tropical storn is spinning in the caribbean predicted to hit Florida. The predicted target is the entire state. Go figure. Hopefully it will go somewhere else. I don't want any more stress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-537457176086113768?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/537457176086113768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=537457176086113768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/537457176086113768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/537457176086113768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/08/spin-spin-sugar.html' title='Spin Spin Sugar'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1750810271809066125</id><published>2008-08-15T23:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:48:37.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All is not yet lost.</title><content type='html'>David has the cold now-I am better.&lt;br /&gt;No work as of yet but he did have an interview at Lowe's today. He's had to fill out all of these questionaires and surveys and has to go through two more interviews.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was odd, I mean it's not like he's applying for the position at the U.S treasury or something.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile he's been slowly packing and going through crap in the garage and keeping ears and eyes open for rentals.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can save up some $$$ here pretty soon. Right now I am training David on frugal money management and buying only things we NEED. He's doing very well so far. I give him an A+++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys are supremely superb. Michievous (spell check, please?) as always. These two boys can destroy a small house in minutes! I assure you. You'd understand if you saw my floors. I wonder why I bother sweeping and washing and sweeping and washing.&lt;br /&gt;I feeling a tad blah with all of the stress going on, just like I am going through the routine every day. I'm not unhappy but not as carefreee as I prefer to be. I'll get there again. Just bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs are scarce and money is tight. The price of everything goes up more and more all of the time. At least I know I am not the only one having issues. Everyone I know is having some financial difficulty to some extent (needless to say, I don't hang out with too many wealthy folks, LOL) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case we are healthy and we have each other. I don't think anyone in the world would disagree that love is far more important that money. And if I were to be judged simply in how much I love and how much I am loved I am wealthy indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1750810271809066125?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1750810271809066125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1750810271809066125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1750810271809066125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1750810271809066125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-is-not-yet-lost.html' title='All is not yet lost.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-7229972857819999367</id><published>2008-08-07T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:28:22.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The common cold makes me feel uncommonly crappy.</title><content type='html'>I feel congested and lousy. My nose is drippy and my head feels "full". I feel so blah. Give me a few days to feel peppy again.&lt;br /&gt;Until then I may just do as little as possible. So if no one hears from me, that is why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-7229972857819999367?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/7229972857819999367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=7229972857819999367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7229972857819999367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/7229972857819999367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/08/common-cold-makes-me-feel-uncommonly.html' title='The common cold makes me feel uncommonly crappy.'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-647243909749245314</id><published>2008-08-04T22:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:09:43.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like sands through the hourglass... so are the days of our lives</title><content type='html'>We are going to begin packing soon. Packing for what, you ask? We have decided to let the house go, and rent. We really NEED a bigger house and there is no way on God's green Earth that we would ever be able to sell ours with the way the housing market is and all.&lt;br /&gt;Besides our mortgage is way too high for a teeny house. It's increasingly difficult to pay mortgage and be able to pay other bills also. We just don't make as much $$$ as we used to. So Dvaid and I are feeling rather pathetic. We both thought buying a house would be such a great investment, we never anticipated that our home would &lt;em&gt;lose&lt;/em&gt; value. We are so upside down in our mortgage it is really sad. And we made so many improvements to our home... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Once we get a house to rent we are going to consult with an attorney regarding bankruptcy. Our loans and credit cards are simply farther and farther behind and I am so tired of all of the phone calls and threatening letters.&lt;br /&gt;Why did we spend money and buy a house we weren't going to keep?&lt;br /&gt;Simply, we made much more $$$ when we used the cards and got the loans and bought the house. We assumed that David and I would always have work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't cry for me Argentina, because this is an opportunity to start fresh and new. New (to us) house and wipe out our debts. So what if our credit sucks. It already does.&lt;br /&gt;And what good is screwing up in your life if you don't learn from it?&lt;br /&gt;David and I have definitely learned alot. We have learned how to be frugal and how to get more for our money ( Dollar General Rocks!)&lt;br /&gt;Something we never cared about before because we were too busy spending money like it was going out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has turned in a plethora (how often do I get to use that word?) of applications. Tomorrow he is going to turn one in for a part time county job.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the Director of Human Resources for the county is the daughter of one of my patients ( who happens to absolutely &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;me and my boys-I have brought them to visit her). So I did sorta mention to her that he was applying for the job so she was going to mention his name to her daughter. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, you know! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-647243909749245314?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/647243909749245314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=647243909749245314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/647243909749245314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/647243909749245314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/08/like-sands-through-hourglass-so-are.html' title='Like sands through the hourglass... so are the days of our lives'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6205796940479767439</id><published>2008-07-29T22:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:12:49.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My adventures in CT scanning</title><content type='html'>Today I had my first CT scan. Perhaps my only one in my life, who can say?&lt;br /&gt;It was a relatively quick procedure. I had to lie (lay?, I always confuse those) on a table while it moved me under the scanning area while the camera(I presume) spun around and around me. Not too comforting that there was a warning on the top part of the machine that warned not to stare at the laser beam because it could cause blindness. I was wondering where the laser beam was and wanted to make sure I avoided looking at it. Obviously no idiot would design a machine that a laser shines into the eyes of any person using it, but I wanted to be sure...&lt;br /&gt;Then I received some IV contrast dye so they could take the pictures again. The lady running the machine advised me that I might experience a warm sensation in my body from the IV dye.&lt;br /&gt;Heck yeah, I did! Not a lovely feeling either . Oddly enough, the only place that I felt the warm sensation was in my groin area. I was worried that maybe the IV dye had made me lose control of my bladder, the feeling was that extremely warm, almost hot!&lt;br /&gt; David immediately assumed that if he hooked me up to IV dye every night I would be a wild woman in the bedroom. Just like him to see the bright side in everything.&lt;br /&gt;Remind me later that I have to find a flip flop to beat him with. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious as to what my pictures will look like. I really would like to see what the inside of my head looks like. How cool would that be.&lt;br /&gt;I would totally frame the pictures and put them on my wall. :) I'd call it art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6205796940479767439?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6205796940479767439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6205796940479767439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6205796940479767439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6205796940479767439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-adventures-in-ct-scanning.html' title='My adventures in CT scanning'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1965288966403530963</id><published>2008-07-28T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:04:01.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treximet rocks!</title><content type='html'>So I finally saw a Dr about my recurrent headaches. After ten years I figured it was about time, besides they are becoming more resistant to over-the-counter medications, not to mention they are becoming more frequent and last longer. Dr. asked me a ton of questions and decided to order some blood work, a CT scan of my head and gave me a prescription for a medication called Treximet. I now have a diagnosis of atypical migraine headaches.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little hesitant about the possible side effects but aside from the little green antennae I have now grown, I feet a little sleepy and dizzy. But more importantly, my headache is long gone. I feel not even the slightest trace of headache. I feel really good.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go for my CT scan. I hope they find a healthy brain in my head-no strange growths. My blood work was normal and I am sure my CT scan will be, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Sean is feeling much better. His blisters have healed up and he's back to attempting to start mayhem in every moment of his day.&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to get a Dr's note clearing everyone in the house before David will be allowed to return to work. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime David has turned in many, many applications at other places throughout town. If nothing better comes along we will have to get the stupid Dr's note.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like Sean had TB or typhoid or something ridiculous. Whatever. His boss is an imbecile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-1965288966403530963?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1965288966403530963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1965288966403530963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1965288966403530963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1965288966403530963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/treximet-rocks.html' title='Treximet rocks!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4956500563011157123</id><published>2008-07-21T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:01:08.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seaweed face masques feel very bizarre</title><content type='html'>I'm talking about when they dry and become all rubbery.Thank God that nobody was around to take a picture of me-I'm sure I looked quite frightening.&lt;br /&gt;My first facial was a lovely experience, though I am not sure what it really accomplished, aside from an hour and a half of kid free relaxation (totally worth it!). I also got a brief hand and feet massage while my face masque turned to rubber. I even got my eye brows tweezed. I haven't ever done that since I never felt they were unruly. Now I have movie star eyebrows! Ok, not really...&lt;br /&gt;The only part that I did not like was when they had some type of steam blowing at my face for a period of time. I literally felt like I was not receiving adequate oxygen intake. Slightly suffocating, not pleasant. I think that contributed to my headache this evening.&lt;br /&gt;My skin looks very nice though.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4956500563011157123?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4956500563011157123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4956500563011157123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4956500563011157123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4956500563011157123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/seaweed-face-masques-feel-very-bizarre.html' title='Seaweed face masques feel very bizarre'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8382937400466326710</id><published>2008-07-19T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:56:15.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coxsackie A-16 and my poor Sean</title><content type='html'>Otherwise known as the lovely "Hand, foot, and mouth disease". My sick little guy developed blisters on his lips and inside his mouth earlier this week. As they got worse and he was having discomfort with eating, I decided to send him to the Dr.-where he was diagnosed with this lovely virus.&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing he contracted it from an indoor playground we took the boys to a couple weeks ago. Since Sean loves to shove about anything in his mouth, it certainly is not a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;He had a low grade fever today and seems to be just cranky and irritable at times- but he'll live. His blisters are drying up and healing so he's getting better. Poor guy.:(&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are doing a "Dreyer family beach outing" , very early-before the temperature reaches 400 degrees farenheit.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, David just loves it when I make him do family outings. Actually, I think he might have a little bit of fun. Myself? I simply enjoy watching the boys be happy. I feel like I am doing my proper job as a parent if I can completely wear them out by the end of a day. Trust me, that is not any simple task when you have two little boys with seemingly endless energy!!! Okay ,it's actually only one-Seth never seems to get tired-ever. It takes ALOT to exhaust him...&lt;br /&gt;Not so much to exhaust me, on the other hand. Speaking of...my bed is calling me. Night Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8382937400466326710?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8382937400466326710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8382937400466326710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8382937400466326710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8382937400466326710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/coxsackie-16-and-my-poor-sean.html' title='Coxsackie A-16 and my poor Sean'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8889377631783924252</id><published>2008-07-14T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:15:33.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does old hurt?</title><content type='html'>The other day Seth asked my mom this lovely question after he stepped on her toe and she said,"Ow!".&lt;br /&gt;What is his thing about asking people if they are "old girls" or telling them that they are old? It's embarrasssing as heck!&lt;br /&gt;If it's not that them he's critiquing people's oral hygiene, telling them that they have icky teeth or bad breath. What am I going to do with him!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8889377631783924252?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8889377631783924252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8889377631783924252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8889377631783924252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8889377631783924252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/does-old-hurt.html' title='Does old hurt?'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-2983146701799360057</id><published>2008-07-10T22:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:21:41.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple more from the BBQ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbDZf1_9yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ex40l0udmJo/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221575660794804002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbDZf1_9yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ex40l0udmJo/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sister, Fonda. Her daughter Amber and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbDZtlhVNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1hy9dfMnkmk/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221575664483783890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbDZtlhVNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1hy9dfMnkmk/s320/DSC00638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Amber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-2983146701799360057?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/2983146701799360057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=2983146701799360057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2983146701799360057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2983146701799360057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/couple-more-from-bbq.html' title='A couple more from the BBQ...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbDZf1_9yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ex40l0udmJo/s72-c/DSC00640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-2557592786493672023</id><published>2008-07-10T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:14:59.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more BBQ pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBouvugDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TRSYynKp2ig/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221573723469807666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBouvugDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TRSYynKp2ig/s320/DSC00649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mamaw, enjoying some watermelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBo0X8u2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/kiCQVt4TjiI/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221573724980689762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBo0X8u2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/kiCQVt4TjiI/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sean being cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBpKfu9gI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OMEuhUy91II/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221573730918921730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBpKfu9gI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OMEuhUy91II/s320/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seth and Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBpQnDQdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FBjmekgGC0s/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221573732560224722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBpQnDQdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FBjmekgGC0s/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seth and I pushing Sean around in the toy car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBptGb6eI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/z22mGQTmil4/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221573740208056802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBptGb6eI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/z22mGQTmil4/s320/DSC00659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, pushing both boys in a toy truck. We had alot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-2557592786493672023?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/2557592786493672023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=2557592786493672023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2557592786493672023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/2557592786493672023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-bbq-pics.html' title='more BBQ pics'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHbBouvugDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TRSYynKp2ig/s72-c/DSC00649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6222001044832065994</id><published>2008-07-10T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:10:19.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from BBQ at my Dad's</title><content type='html'>These pics were taken a couple of months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Ribs YUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_owtADuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Qq_YtZ3dbkQ/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221571524971990754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_owtADuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Qq_YtZ3dbkQ/s320/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_pRzqbWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/31UjC0o75go/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221571533858303330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_pRzqbWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/31UjC0o75go/s320/DSC00644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sean and David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_pgVpR0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/sr46gNpVA1M/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221571537758930754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_pgVpR0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/sr46gNpVA1M/s320/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My neice, Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_p3-l2PI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rJliNE6p1sc/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221571544104687858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_p3-l2PI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rJliNE6p1sc/s320/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro and his girlfriend-the life of the party, LOL&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_qCnphZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9vegzHIBxtM/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221571546961249682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_qCnphZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9vegzHIBxtM/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, me..bad pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6222001044832065994?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6222001044832065994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6222001044832065994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6222001044832065994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6222001044832065994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/pics-from-bbq-at-my-dads.html' title='Pics from BBQ at my Dad&apos;s'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHa_owtADuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Qq_YtZ3dbkQ/s72-c/DSC00641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8682141301849864796</id><published>2008-07-07T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:32:27.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And MORE pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRjPeYeXI/AAAAAAAAAII/QvrrARNZOBc/s1600-h/418645-R1-018-7A_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220465321455417714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRjPeYeXI/AAAAAAAAAII/QvrrARNZOBc/s320/418645-R1-018-7A_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRjhbpouI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mHxaEm0tq3I/s1600-h/418645-R1-036-16A_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220465326275797730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRjhbpouI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mHxaEm0tq3I/s320/418645-R1-036-16A_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRj0gggnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gqi6JOVBIiE/s1600-h/418645-R1-040-18A_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220465331396444786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRj0gggnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gqi6JOVBIiE/s320/418645-R1-040-18A_019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRkOIdwWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rSq156NX-f8/s1600-h/418645-R1-044-20A_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220465338274922850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRkOIdwWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rSq156NX-f8/s320/418645-R1-044-20A_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRkaYdwzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7BNgoiplahs/s1600-h/418644-R1-053-25_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220465341563257650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRkaYdwzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7BNgoiplahs/s320/418644-R1-053-25_025.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/13141655-8682141301849864796?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8682141301849864796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8682141301849864796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8682141301849864796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8682141301849864796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-more-pics.html' title='And MORE pics!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLRjPeYeXI/AAAAAAAAAII/QvrrARNZOBc/s72-c/418645-R1-018-7A_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6836829598060301048</id><published>2008-07-07T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:29:35.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ3RQqD-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/kL0zcNeQ65w/s1600-h/418644-R1-033-15_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220464566020476898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ3RQqD-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/kL0zcNeQ65w/s320/418644-R1-033-15_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ36LEJqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KfwCI0f6Vjc/s1600-h/418644-R1-041-19_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220464577002874530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ36LEJqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KfwCI0f6Vjc/s320/418644-R1-041-19_019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ4WuiJcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hKWzDC59fvc/s1600-h/418644-R1-049-23_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220464584667833794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ4WuiJcI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hKWzDC59fvc/s320/418644-R1-049-23_023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ4hvK7ZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4hdGpJyyTxw/s1600-h/418645-R1-008-2A_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220464587623296402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ4hvK7ZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4hdGpJyyTxw/s320/418645-R1-008-2A_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ4-UUyXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Gt-56NR2Ps/s1600-h/418645-R1-024-10A_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220464595295324530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ4-UUyXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Gt-56NR2Ps/s320/418645-R1-024-10A_011.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/13141655-6836829598060301048?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6836829598060301048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6836829598060301048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6836829598060301048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6836829598060301048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-random-pics.html' title='more random pics'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHLQ3RQqD-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/kL0zcNeQ65w/s72-c/418644-R1-033-15_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-1801747520827130986</id><published>2008-07-06T23:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:20:18.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, just what you've been waiting for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHGLNn8uDiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0HqpQGBxK08/s1600-h/myboys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220106509277335074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHGLNn8uDiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0HqpQGBxK08/s320/myboys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will post more pics tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHGLN2S6yyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xdpnBGPRv48/s1600-h/418644-R1-035-16_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220106513128540962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHGLN2S6yyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xdpnBGPRv48/s320/418644-R1-035-16_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHGLN8G9fGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/d5oKhysOj-k/s1600-h/418645-R1-016-6A_007+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220106514688998498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHGLN8G9fGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/d5oKhysOj-k/s320/418645-R1-016-6A_007+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHGLOBMuhAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cd_beT_twC8/s1600-h/418645-R1-046-21A_022+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220106516055360514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHGLOBMuhAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cd_beT_twC8/s320/418645-R1-046-21A_022+(2).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/13141655-1801747520827130986?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/1801747520827130986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=1801747520827130986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1801747520827130986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/1801747520827130986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-just-what-youve-been-waiting.html' title='Finally, just what you&apos;ve been waiting for...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h5VsdYszjiM/SHGLNn8uDiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0HqpQGBxK08/s72-c/myboys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-8033753827174933077</id><published>2008-07-06T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:27:54.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wisdom of the innocent</title><content type='html'>Today Seth insisted that I sit down on his toy box. Then he instructed David to do the same. Once we were all in our proper positions we asked Seth why we had to sit there. "'Cause I said" he replied ( This is his response for everything. ) We asked again, " Why did we have to sit here"&lt;br /&gt;He replied, " Because we are family."&lt;br /&gt;Made sense.&lt;br /&gt;I keep attempting to rememeber all of the witty and clever things that Seth says in a day but I seem to forget them. Simply because these moments occur so frequently!&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday, as we were waiting in line at Big Lots, Seth had to take a survey of everyone's names that were in the line with us. Or the extremely embarrassing moment at the convenient store when he told an elderly lady that she was old and her teeth were "icky". ( I wanted to DIE)&lt;br /&gt;Or the thousand times a day he informs me that his little brother is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;He's a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;Sean is trying his best to talk these days. Sometimes he babbles on and on like he's actually conversing in his own language. Sometimes I can pick up a word here and there. He says ," Nigh-nigh" and "behb" (baby) He says "Hi" and "Bye" very clearly and always waves at the appropriate time. Often, he will wave at say "bye" to random people in the store as we pass. them.&lt;br /&gt;He says " ba" (bottle) "dooce" (juice) "me" (me) "yeah" ( yes) "bock-bock"( chicken sounds). I know there is more but my tired brain is slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;"nigh-nigh":)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-8033753827174933077?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/8033753827174933077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=8033753827174933077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8033753827174933077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/8033753827174933077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/wisdom-of-innocent.html' title='The wisdom of the innocent'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-4218794071233928413</id><published>2008-07-04T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:26:49.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy independence day!</title><content type='html'>I always felt odd saying "happy fourth of july" because it's simply stating the day, technically. It would be like wishing someone a "happy fifteenth of November". The fourth of July does not state the purpose for the holiday. Independence day is more appropriate, in my opinion...Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;David is at work so I was going to do some sparklers with Seth after I put Sean to bed. I only ever handle a lighter to light candles so fireworks were not on my list of favorite things to do. I prefer to let David blow stuff up. He enjoys it, I do not.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what luck!!!! Fortunately someone on the next street over- actually a couple people, I think- had some very cool fireworks and put on an rockin' display! Seth and I watched from the front window of my kitchen. We would hear the "boom" and then see the various sparkles and colors light up the smoky sky. Seth  would state," The purple one is my favorite!" then "The red one is my favorite!" etc. They were all his favorite. I'm guessing the person must have spent a fortune on those fireworks because they were shooting them off one after another for a good 45 minutes! It was pretty neat and I am glad Seth and I got to have that experience.&lt;br /&gt;I am so extraordinarily tired. Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-4218794071233928413?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/4218794071233928413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=4218794071233928413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4218794071233928413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/4218794071233928413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy independence day!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13141655.post-6574159701084901225</id><published>2008-07-02T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:12:12.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooooh, the pain..in .my.head..</title><content type='html'>So I finally made an appt. with a primary physician about these recurring headaches. I have noticed that they are not responding to pain medications any longer. And it's not like I was taking them excessively-I only take them when I need them every few weeks when I get one of my headaches.&lt;br /&gt;Tylenol, Ibuprofen, Vicodin, Percocet, Darvocet, even my trusty Excedrin migraine does not work any more. Nothing. Instead I am simply grumpy and irritable and want to claw my eyes out because it always feels like the headache is in the front top part of my head behind my eyes. If I could only open up my skull and scoop out the pain I would feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Is it hormone flucuations related to my cycle? Lack of proper sleep? Poor diet? Stress? Eye strain? Brain tumor?&lt;br /&gt;This has been going on for ten years and I am flippin' sick of it. Oddly enough I was headache free during pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;Good God, I need some relief. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13141655-6574159701084901225?l=joye77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/feeds/6574159701084901225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13141655&amp;postID=6574159701084901225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6574159701084901225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13141655/posts/default/6574159701084901225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joye77.blogspot.com/2008/07/oooooh-painin-myhead.html' title='Oooooh, the pain..in .my.head..'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334686660681963228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/joye77/duckysethandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
