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blog..but when I do...it's pretty damn good...LOL...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6OLXUj0pI/AAAAAAAAAxc/50SGsKLTifQ/s320/getoverit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394905729526387346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Where is that section in the card aisle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I must admit that I need to tell myself that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;You have anyone who is in need of a "&lt;i&gt;Get Over It&lt;/i&gt;" card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;What would the inside of the card say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...happy late night 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href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/tuesday-toon-cry-me-riverbuild.html' title='TUESDAY TOON: Cry Me A River..Build a Bridge..GET OVER IT..'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6OLXUj0pI/AAAAAAAAAxc/50SGsKLTifQ/s72-c/getoverit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-7840379744166657293</id><published>2009-10-19T11:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:51:52.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 10/19/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hanging onto resentment is letting someone you despise live rent-free in your head."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Ann Landers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello blog world! Been a long minute....this week's TOTW is inspired by my recent interactions and encounters with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I blogged about them back in August in a &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought-of-week-81009.html"&gt;TOTW post&lt;/a&gt;. Well &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has finally left &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She is actually sticking to it and has been for going on 2 maybe 3 weeks. Now on one hand I am very happy for her...I think she needs to be alone..to find herself again. On the other hand however, I am noticing and feeling this angry, hateful, resentful woman...this &lt;em&gt;bitter&lt;/em&gt; woman. When I say I can feel it, I mean it's radiating off of her like heat whenever his name comes up. Usually, she's the one that brings his name up or makes a comment about it. Her exact words are usually, &lt;em&gt;"I hate him. He is a liar, and he is just shady."&lt;/em&gt; She uses the term "shady" a lot when it comes to describing him. She also always seems to have an "update" of some sort about him...a &lt;em&gt;"did you know that he got such and such phone number"&lt;/em&gt;...or if I say something simple like &lt;em&gt;"hey we should get together some time catch up"...I get this look of caution then "why? you going to tell me something about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?"... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week/weekend 2 major events happened. It was her birthday celebrating weekend...which is a blog for another day and another topic. The other event is while I was at work, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;StutterringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ended up talking to me about their situation...his side of the story. Now, after hearing him out &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(which mind you, I did not seek him out...we small talk at work, I asked how he was doing then it just went from there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I got a little more perspective on the situation and a feel for who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is. I didn't devulge any information &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shares/shared with me, nor did I applaud or cheerlead his point of view. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; explained that he really loves &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He knows his part in the failure of their relationship, takes responsibility, and also told me emphatically that he has never ever cheated on her. Do I believe him? I believe his genuine heart and care for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe he's made mistakes, to the extent, I don't know. Now, after this conversation, I wasn't going to run back and tell &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I knew how she'd read into it, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn't devulge anything to me that was "new" news or anything serious. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he talked to me....and of course, she took it to the next level of the next level. On my way out from work, I stopped at the desk like I usually did and asked how she was doing and that we should catch up. Immediately it was &lt;em&gt;"Why?...He told me that he talked to you, and I was pissed...I told him to stop doing that...stop talking to my friends...now I won't be able to talk to her (meaning me) without feeling uncomfortable."&lt;/em&gt; Needless to say my face remained calm but inside I was like "WOOOOOOOOW". So since then, even at her birthday, she barely says anything to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I encourage you to "evict" anyone living rent-free in your head. Ultimately, the only person you are hurting is yourself. While at first it may feel liberating...and offer a sense of vindication, it's only temporary, a superficial sense of satisfaction. When you let that resentment fester too long, you begin to become someone that eventually people do not want to be around.   The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vindication and liberation is moving on and creating something new...something better of and for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-7840379744166657293?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7840379744166657293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=7840379744166657293&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7840379744166657293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7840379744166657293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/thought-of-week-101909.html' title='Thought of the Week: 10/19/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-8140753030430074020</id><published>2009-09-29T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:15:56.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work place idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Toon: Every Village Has an Idiot...or Idiots....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SsIxZFM3-fI/AAAAAAAAAxU/myPwb3Dj-SQ/s1600-h/idiot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386922411251202546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SsIxZFM3-fI/AAAAAAAAAxU/myPwb3Dj-SQ/s320/idiot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You ever have those days where you just want to tell a coworker how&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;useless&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you really feel they are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah....I'm having one of those days....moments....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY TUESDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-8140753030430074020?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8140753030430074020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=8140753030430074020&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8140753030430074020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8140753030430074020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday-toon-every-village-has-idiotor.html' title='Tuesday Toon: Every Village Has an Idiot...or Idiots....'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SsIxZFM3-fI/AAAAAAAAAxU/myPwb3Dj-SQ/s72-c/idiot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-8545371992799349933</id><published>2009-09-28T23:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:50:48.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 9/28/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Follow effective action with quiet reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;From quiet reflection will come even more effective action."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;- James Levin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey there blogosphere!!  This week's TOTW is a short and simple one inspired by my rejuvenated focus since returning from vacation.  I not only spent this time to enjoy myself and visit with friends, but to also re-energize my mind and spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every now and again we all just need a break...whether big or small, taking time for yourself is always important.  It's kind of like when you start working out, and you start seeing results.  You at some point reach a plateau.  You need to take a break...change up your routine.  For instance, if you've ever done or seen P90x, you have 3 weeks of hard core training, and 1 week off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week, I just encourage all of you to see the value of taking a break.  Sometimes to get ahead faster you just need to slow down.  In all the chaos of regular life, it is easy to lose focus....become stagnant or lost in the routine.  Make some time for a little R&amp;amp;R my blog family!  Clarity will surely follow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-8545371992799349933?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8545371992799349933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=8545371992799349933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8545371992799349933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8545371992799349933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-of-week-92809.html' title='Thought of the Week: 9/28/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-217124655535920920</id><published>2009-09-17T14:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:37:44.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun in the sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exciting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just call me bahama mama'/><title type='text'>Vacation what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my drunken blogging lol I mentioned my vacation...I'm so very excited...I haven't taken a legitimate vacation in a really long tiiiiiiiime.....I don't count going home as a vacation really lol...that turns out to be work too!! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So where am I going you ask............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cruisingwithyouonline.com/images/region_detail_bahamas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;*WOO-HOOOOO!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4 day cruise....so not only my first vacation in a long time..but my first cruise too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am also going to TRY to get up to my favorite city&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.iveynetwork.ca/Portals/9/NYC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to visit the NYC fam!!...if time/circumstances permit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll be going up to Maryland...then down to Florida...to the Bahamas..back to Maryland..try to get to NYC...then back to Texas. In any case it's over a week of relaxation and NO WORK!! So tomorrow marks my last day of work in the office!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I haven't even started packing.........LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will have a few blogs scheduled to post lol...so if you see posts from me next week, rest assurred that I'm not taking time away from my vacation to post LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Irony...my blog will be more active when I'm away then when I'm actually here......sad....but funny....**vacation fever setting in**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-217124655535920920?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/217124655535920920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=217124655535920920&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/217124655535920920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/217124655535920920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-what.html' title='Vacation what?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-6870415207005924811</id><published>2009-09-17T09:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:47:29.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='okay i get it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Right Song...Right Time..DAMMIT!</title><content type='html'>Life has a funny way...seriously...of just...manifesting your thoughts and feelings when you aren't expecting it...whether it be through a "coincidental" conversation topic...a random encounter...or a damn song on the radio.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bet You Didn't Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Brandy or Megan Rochell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;bet you, bet you, bet you didn't know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;baby your picture's still hanging up on my wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i still get butterflies when i think of where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;there are thoughts at the corner of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i remember what it was to be completely in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and you told me to give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and start over brand new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that it wasn't working between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you couldn't love me like i needed you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but there are things that you don't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i would give my last to get into your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;did you know how much i think about you still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i bet you don't thatyou're still on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i bet you don't that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i think about you all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know that we moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and yes it's been so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i bet you don't that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i bet you don't that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;bet you, bet you, bet you didn't know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well it's hard to believe that it's so fresh on my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;somedays how i feel like we broke up yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but now so many things have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;who's got your heart these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i wish for you the best of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but you still don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;because i never thought i'd see the day, there was no you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;was like being in another sad movie, couldn't get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and there are so many things that you don't know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;still in a the morning making coffee in the same routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;this is what i think about in my thoughts if they ever came out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;they would sayi bet you don't thatyou're still on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i bet you don't thati think about you all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know that we moved onand yes it's been so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i bet you don't thati bet you don't that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you thought that i was so unmoved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and you thought i didn't care (care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but you can still call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sometimes just to say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i know that you still assume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that i'm still mad at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that was a memory, it's still a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and baby if you ever wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so do you ever wonder...bet you, bet you, bet you didn't know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i bet you don't that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you're still on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i bet you don't that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i think about you all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know that we moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and yes it's been so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i bet you don't that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you're still on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;baby your picture's still hanging up on my wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i still get butterflies hoping that you might call&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ingl8Qeun2A&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was laugh, look up, and say "Ha ha funny....but thanks" as I drove to work today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all having a wonderful Thursday...(happy to report no hangover lol...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-6870415207005924811?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6870415207005924811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=6870415207005924811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6870415207005924811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6870415207005924811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-songright-timedammit.html' title='Right Song...Right Time..DAMMIT!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-8403096705816073634</id><published>2009-09-16T23:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:22:33.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk on a damn wednesday what the hell....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk chronicles'/><title type='text'>Drunk Chronicles: 9/16/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3663895729_0cfa6a8b14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3663895729_0cfa6a8b14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aawww...it's been a long time...I shouldn't have left you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;withouth a DRUNK beat to step to....LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay okay....first off YES it is a Wednesday.......i know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but seriously didn't see this one coming....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went to my spot to see my bartener buddy before i take off on my vacation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then all of a sudden...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 drink 2 drink...3 drink...4 drink...5 drink.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*smh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i'm here...at damn 11:13pm..drunk blogging on a wednesday...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sunnuva..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drunk fact:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peanuts are an ingredient in dynamite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay...i'm going to eat my leftover spaghetti and go to sleeeeeep!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOOD NIGHT BLOGGERS :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-8403096705816073634?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' 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height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3663895729_0cfa6a8b14_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-2793719965760443673</id><published>2009-09-14T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:59:07.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 9/14/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Remember, people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You may have a heart of gold -- but so does a hard-boiled egg."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's TOTW is inspired by the start of the Basketball League at the gym I work at. I was handed this task in pieces...so it's going to be some work to get it back on track, but a task that I am taking on. In any case, tonight was the first night. First and foremost you mix passion and testosterone and there is bound to be some conflict. So I have been involved with the league for the last 2 seasons. This is just the first time it has been given solely to me. The whole time I have been involved we have had the same referees. I hadn't heard any negative feedback about these refs and in my experience with them they do a good job. Being a ref is a tough job, and like I said testosterone/passion. It is a 3rd person perspective, interepretation, and enforcement of the basic rules of the sport along with controlling flow of the game and keeping players safe. Will they always get the right call? Probably not. Will a player feel like he was fouled and the ref disregarded it? Probably. So as the seasons have progressed I've witnessed some heavy encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, one of the players (we'll call him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SecurityGuard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) was upset at a no call and walked out of the gym. Upon returning to the gym, while the game was going on, he intentionally bumped into the referee from behind. Nothing errupted from that other than the game being temporarily stopped, and he left. The refs had a brief discussion and informed his team that they would discuss it with me, and that rules indicate a suspension for one game. The added twist is that I am friends with many of these players outside of work, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SecurityGuard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being one of them. So while I'm running the board for the last game, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SecurityGuard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comes over and sits next to me. When the game is done I just ask for his side of story. He went up for layup and his feet were taken out from under him, and the ref did nothing. He said as a ref before, that should be an automatic call. I asked him, when he came back in, did he intentionally bump the ref, and he said yes. I called the ref and asked for his side of the story. He says the defender was getting out of the way and felt it was a no call. I told him that I would talk with the other ref, and make a decision. I did not see the full play, but I did see him hit the court like he was hit, not busting his ass on his own. However, my decision is somewhat already made. By the simple fact that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SecurityGuard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; intentionally made contact with my referee. He can't not be reprimanded for that, and unfortunately while it may not negate that there should have been a call, it does take the attention off the possibly deeper issue that needs to be addressed. It will make my suspesion of him the focal point, and not the next steps of addressing the officials and how they manage the game and the players. While he didn't intend to harm the ref, his actions dictated otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I encourage all of you to take a little extra time to think before you act. I'm a Pisces, I know all about letting your emotions get the best of you. While passion and good intentions are great, those can all fade to the background and be misinterpretated with a simple action or gesture. A split second decision, can destroy a lifetime of good intentions. Make sure your actions are in line with your intentions. People will remember what you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...not what you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"meant to do".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-2793719965760443673?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2793719965760443673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=2793719965760443673&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2793719965760443673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2793719965760443673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-of-week-91409.html' title='Thought of the Week: 9/14/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1358841756652714274</id><published>2009-09-08T09:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:37:10.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 9/8/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Standing in the middle of the road is very dangerous; you get knocked down by the traffic from both sides."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Margaret Thatcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first and foremost, I know this is a day late, but those Monday holidays really throw a monkey wrench in the routine lol. I did not forget however. Everytime I go to visit my San Antonio friends, I always come back with some sort of experience or realization...or both ha! This week's TOTW is drawn from some of my observations and interactions over the weekend. The biggest event among the group is the engagement of the oldest brother Michael and his now fiance Abi. These two met in the last year, worked through a long distance relationship, to now being engaged and moving into their first home together. So that means one brother is leaving the "nest" so to say. The committment that Mike and Abi have to each other is evident in all their actions. It's a beautiful thing. Now I'm not focusing on the relationship aspect or the marriage etc...Just the clear and focused goal, committment, and actions. In any relationship you have obstacles. You add distance and that magnifies a lot of potential barriers. The two of them worked through them all with such ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is amazing what people can make happen when they set their mind to it. Mike and Abi easily could have dated longer between SA and ATL. They could have listened to others that thought maybe things were moving too fast, or they could have held onto their inhibitions or perhaps fears, but they chose to not stand in the middle of the road for too long and to not only make a decision to move forward with their relationship, but are executing it beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about choices..I say that a lot but it's true. And in life, there are always going to be those who have an opinion about the choices you make/made...those that "knock you down from both sides". So why stand in the middle..you can't please all people at all times..and the only person that should matter in these choices about your life is you. No it's not a free to be selfish with wreckless abandonment pass lol...but you should always make decisions with your best interest at heart...if you don't look out for you who will right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week if you are in a situation that has you standing in the middle of the road, I encourage you to pull out into traffic...don't stay parked in the middle. Life isn't a one-way street...so even if your choice didn't have the intended/ideal outcome/destination...guess what? You can always change lanes....even make a U-Turn! You can't learn how to navigate the beautiful map of your life, if you don't start driving around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1358841756652714274?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1358841756652714274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1358841756652714274&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1358841756652714274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1358841756652714274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-of-week-9809.html' title='Thought of the Week: 9/8/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1055803254971428776</id><published>2009-09-04T22:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:27:46.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decluttering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Clutter Be Gone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo...always good when you follow your own advice!! Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got off of work early today and came home and just got to cleaning...decluttering!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did all my laundry (ALOT of laundry)...actually went through my clothes and bagged a lot up to donate...straightened up my closet...cleaned the kitchen...and the rest of my apartment..I guess it would be more of a reveal had I taken BEFORE pictures...but trust me lol...it was pretty cluttered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at my nice and clean, clutter free apartment LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;My Bathroom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXM7_YIkI/AAAAAAAAAxE/rzeaBKvmP7I/s1600-h/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXM7_YIkI/AAAAAAAAAxE/rzeaBKvmP7I/s320/bathroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377816047318999618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I had all kinds of stuff around the sink...make-up, brushes, etc..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Room...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXHddzFwI/AAAAAAAAAw8/qQAxkn9tw0s/s1600-h/room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXHddzFwI/AAAAAAAAAw8/qQAxkn9tw0s/s320/room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377815953225750274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(Those who know me lol know that my bed is usually just piled with clothes...I don't sleep on it...lol...I will tonight!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;My Closet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHYoZi5hPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/SRp0XtsoQ5Q/s1600-h/closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHYoZi5hPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/SRp0XtsoQ5Q/s320/closet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377817618620712178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(You can't see everything...but it's all nice and neat now...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;My 2nd Bathroom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXG27HpoI/AAAAAAAAAw0/OVRfgH7fU1g/s1600-h/bathroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXG27HpoI/AAAAAAAAAw0/OVRfgH7fU1g/s320/bathroom2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377815942879749762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(I never really use it...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Living Room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXGdAQJHI/AAAAAAAAAws/1uWnqy4D940/s1600-h/livingroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXGdAQJHI/AAAAAAAAAws/1uWnqy4D940/s320/livingroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377815935921955954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(I had moved the table out the way for a while...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;My Kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXF1VU-lI/AAAAAAAAAwk/y2NJYWHzYoU/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXF1VU-lI/AAAAAAAAAwk/y2NJYWHzYoU/s320/kitchen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377815925272934994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(I haven't spent much time in here lately...I need to clean my fridge out..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;My "Dining" area...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXFmsVUdI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gvOj8RUrbq4/s1600-h/diningtable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXFmsVUdI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gvOj8RUrbq4/s320/diningtable.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377815921342894546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(There were bills all over the table lol..hot mess..and shoes lined up against the wall..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Granted...it took me like 6hrs to do all of this...but it flew by and I REALLY feel so relieved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Did any of you get to de-cluttering this week???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope ya'll are having a great Friday night!! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm off to eat pizza and watch a movie with Chuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1055803254971428776?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1055803254971428776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1055803254971428776&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1055803254971428776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1055803254971428776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/clutter-be-gone.html' title='Clutter Be Gone!!!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SqHXM7_YIkI/AAAAAAAAAxE/rzeaBKvmP7I/s72-c/bathroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-9056058480824578712</id><published>2009-09-02T22:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:11:37.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t even like you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Oh No She Didn't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2547683/2/istockphoto_2547683_oh_no_you_didn_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 203px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2547683/2/istockphoto_2547683_oh_no_you_didn_t.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you've seen &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...they touch on a very funny but true point..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Females will be friends with other females that they don't even like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think about that...seriously..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;TallChick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and I haven't interacted much since our little "confrontation" a few weeks ago.  Don't know how to nor care to accurately blog the details lol...in any case the night just brought a lot of underlying issues to light for her I'd say more so.  This is my thing, I "plan" the night and you rolling with me, well I'm assuming you are under the correct expectation that you doing what I'm doing....Sooooo, if we are out and you got a shitty attitude or a stick up your butt, well..you figure that out and meet me over here with the fun when you are ready.  You aren't going to ruin my night...especially if it's on some BS.  Well that was pretty much that night, I got irritated about the night and she got all irritated.  I didn't go outta my way to bother her about it, I just kept to myself...She was driving, so I just needed to get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This whole incident and the time since then has got me thinking...if you are just two different people you are just two different people...why do we need to continue to be friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No hard feelings right?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see while I don't knock &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;TallChick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for her lifestyle and choices, at the same time it's not my thing...I don't roll that way...I don't want to be associated with the chick that people call "friendly" if you know what I mean.  Now, she is a grown as woman, and if she was a he nobody would think twice about it...I'm not trying to sound all self-righteous or better than, just simply put I don't like my business in that sense out there...(the very LITTLE business I do have).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well tonight I stopped by the spot...on Wednesdays favorite bartender does Happy Hour...so i've always stopped by...but stopped for a while...in that meantime &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;TallChick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; started showing up on Wednesdays...I would hear "Your girl showed up and got wasted"..."Had to take care of your girl last Wednesdays"....I just laugh and shake my head...in any case I was there tonight...and literally as I was getting ready to leave, in walks &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;TallChick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...she was saying hi to everyone around me (thought I really do believe she didn't know it was me).  In any case, favorite bartender starts to poke fun at it like &lt;i&gt;"Why you leaving Jill...is it because &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TallChick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; is here..."&lt;/i&gt;...laughing..but I know she took it that way...lol..it really looked that way...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay now I'm just rambling...but seriously...do you or have you just held onto "friends" for no real reason?  For whatever reason you're afraid to just be realistic and accept that two different people are just two different people........hmmmmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ah well.........good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-9056058480824578712?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9056058480824578712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=9056058480824578712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/9056058480824578712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/9056058480824578712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-no-she-didnt.html' title='Oh No She Didn&apos;t...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-5185965332214283674</id><published>2009-09-01T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:57:57.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Toon:...Oh I'll do it later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sp1uW2iLGCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/5ahGdsu2iyc/s1600-h/360-procrastination-cartoons.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376574869025265698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sp1uW2iLGCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/5ahGdsu2iyc/s400/360-procrastination-cartoons.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure at one point or another everyone can relate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;What's one thing you have been procrastinating on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-5185965332214283674?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5185965332214283674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=5185965332214283674&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5185965332214283674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5185965332214283674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday-toonoh-ill-do-it-later.html' title='Tuesday Toon:...Oh I&apos;ll do it later...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sp1uW2iLGCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/5ahGdsu2iyc/s72-c/360-procrastination-cartoons.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-9086880084153843052</id><published>2009-08-30T21:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:30:48.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 8/31/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Clutter is the end result of procrastination."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week's TOTW is inspired by my TOTW process for this week LOL. I really did sit here and had all kinds of inspirations to draw from, but it was all coming from a very frustrated place. The last two weekends have been filled with very eye-opening experiences. Some positive and of course some negatives that if the choice to go about it differently was available, I'd take it. This isn't a negation of responsibility in the situation and results, just an honest opinion. So needless to say, for lack of better words, a lot of crazy sh*t has been going on in my life as of late. So as I was struggling to find a message to share this week, I realized all the clutter in my life. In my mind, in my physical space, and in my life. This is definitely manifested in my apartment right now. My apartment is definitely a physical reflection of what my mind/life are feeling like right now, and that is just unacceptable. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(I KNOW MOM.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, I encourage all of you to do a little decluttering. Sometimes we tend to hold things in and try to self-manage and over time you sometimes just get lost in the shuffle of it all. So start with something physical, whether it be cleaning your room, your car, or desk at work. The physical process can be a visual reminder of where your mental state should be. Time to stop putting off what needed to be done yesterday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-9086880084153843052?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9086880084153843052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=9086880084153843052&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/9086880084153843052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/9086880084153843052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought-of-week-83109.html' title='Thought of the Week: 8/31/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-843894702370474705</id><published>2009-08-30T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:50:58.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so unnecessary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this bullshit right here'/><title type='text'>Truth in Lies..or Lies in Truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sps0Q-fCzOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ERW4a5uSNVI/s1600-h/truth_and_lies_t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sps0Q-fCzOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ERW4a5uSNVI/s320/truth_and_lies_t.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948046452575458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If what you told me was a lie...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet everything you said was true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was the truth in the lie or was the lie in the truth?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...so this weekend I had an interesting experience..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't feel like sharing the details...however it has sparked the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reoccuring contemplation of lying when unnecessary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that lying is EVER necessary....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes it has to do with my interactions with a male.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not mad at the situation at all...Just don't say you are going to do something and no do it...especially if it's something I need you to do, you offered, and the reason I need you to do it is because of something you did LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just blows my mind sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please believe I still got what I needed taken care of...THANKS TO WonderWoman! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-843894702370474705?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/843894702370474705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=843894702370474705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/843894702370474705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/843894702370474705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-in-liesor-lies-in-truth.html' title='Truth in Lies..or Lies in Truth?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sps0Q-fCzOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ERW4a5uSNVI/s72-c/truth_and_lies_t.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4209322430399511629</id><published>2009-08-27T09:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:41:25.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>How Do You Want To Be Remembered?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mclc.osu.edu/rc/pubs/lee/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mclc.osu.edu/rc/pubs/lee/shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't forget to remember me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't forget to remember me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please keep me in your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we ever have to part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't forget to remember me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Don't Forget, T.I. feat. Mary J. Blige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is a part of life...one of the only certainties we can count on. Though the idea of it may bring about sadness or fear, it is futile to invest any energy into it. As many say, all you can and should do is just make the most of your life...live it to the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a simple question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How do you want to be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this shouldn't be a depressing or "Debbie downer" type reflection or question....in fact it should be the exact opposite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How do you want to be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at your answer...are the actions you are taking today in line with how you want to be remembered?...and if they are not...well, no better time to start then the present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask again..tell me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you want to be remembered?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4209322430399511629?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4209322430399511629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4209322430399511629&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4209322430399511629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4209322430399511629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-you-want-to-be-remembered.html' title='How Do You Want To Be Remembered?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-3415881456858166067</id><published>2009-08-26T10:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:33:10.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Music Lyrics...Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkofperfection.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/i-love-music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pinkofperfection.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/i-love-music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So at work I listen to music when I need to like focus..lol..how many of you do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;**The irony at that line as listening to music has DISTRACTED me to blog...LOL...don't judge me...lol**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love music....I really love great lyrics...here are some of my favorites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"I wish I could go back to the day before we met and skip my regret."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I Wish I Wasn't, Heather Headley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"It's almost like I knew this man from another life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Like back then maybe I was his husband and he was my wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Truth, India.Arie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Diamonds from Sierra Leone (Remix), Jay-Z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Couldn't tolerate no more loving someone who couldn't learn to love someone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Got to Get my Heart Back, Keyshia Cole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"So many times I've changed my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Guess I was born to make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But I ain't scared to take the weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So when I stumble off the path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know my heart will guide me back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Didn't Cha Know, Erykah Badu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Label got you souped up, telling you your sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Man you a dick w/ a loose nut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Video hard to watch like Medusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Even your club record need a booster."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Get Em High, Common&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"We commute to computers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We survivalists, turned to consumers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Even when the condition is critical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When the livin is miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Get By, Talib Kweli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"What if I was good to you, what if you were good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;What if I could hold you till I feel you move inside of me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"I don't want to know that the lover at my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Is just another heartache on my list."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Lonely No More, Rob Thomas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The problem is that you was using me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In a different way that I was using you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Rehab, Rihanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little bit of a random list...lol but what can I say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hit me with some of your favorite lyrics!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2973195087733567131-3415881456858166067?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3415881456858166067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=3415881456858166067&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3415881456858166067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3415881456858166067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/favorite-song-lines.html' title='Music Lyrics...Favorites'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-308277098706424166</id><published>2009-08-26T00:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:33:46.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>GET YOUR JWORK! GIVEAWAY ALERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpTI8xCjgCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Sxwocs3Pkr4/s1600-h/jworklogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpTI8xCjgCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Sxwocs3Pkr4/s320/jworklogo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374141201641603106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know I love this movement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get on it...what are you waiting for? (click it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.20jworklimited45.com/2009/08/jwork-giveaway-win-exclusive-jwork-t.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Win a Jwork Exclusive T-Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better start following....or get left behind! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-308277098706424166?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/308277098706424166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=308277098706424166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/308277098706424166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/308277098706424166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-your-jwork-giveaway-alert.html' title='GET YOUR JWORK! GIVEAWAY ALERT'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpTI8xCjgCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Sxwocs3Pkr4/s72-c/jworklogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1124170343291278473</id><published>2009-08-25T23:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:06:51.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gotcha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Adventures of my Blackberry Camera....</title><content type='html'>So J will tell you that I am trigger happy with the camera phone...lol...so I decided to share some of my random photo moments....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call this....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Closet Disaster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;While Summer Camp was going on at the gym...this is what the closet at the gym looked like for me every weekend...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpTBBT62Q3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/39aduJhS_s0/s1600-h/closetdisaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpTBBT62Q3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/39aduJhS_s0/s320/closetdisaster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374132483630973810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call this...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hair on the Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I was sitting at the light...looked over..saw this lovely lady with foils in her hair...she must have been in a rush...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpTBCY-83II/AAAAAAAAAuk/RBp3q63Ykpg/s1600-h/foils+in+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpTBCY-83II/AAAAAAAAAuk/RBp3q63Ykpg/s320/foils+in+hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374132502170229890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call this...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the Little Bartender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well...this speaks for itself...best part...which I couldn't snap my picture fast enough..was when he stood on that bar area behind him to get  a new bottle..lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpTBCw_YQwI/AAAAAAAAAus/CRhdNajD0rw/s1600-h/midgetbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpTBCw_YQwI/AAAAAAAAAus/CRhdNajD0rw/s320/midgetbar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374132508614476546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2973195087733567131-1124170343291278473?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1124170343291278473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1124170343291278473&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1124170343291278473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1124170343291278473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-of-my-blackberry-camera.html' title='Adventures of my Blackberry Camera....'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpTBBT62Q3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/39aduJhS_s0/s72-c/closetdisaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-870729497200673964</id><published>2009-08-25T23:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:42:29.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winners'/><title type='text'>WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to those of you who took the time to participate!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was fun seeing your answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo the 1st place Winner is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Kessa Thea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be sending you some of my favorite NYX items and my favorite book this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpS7vIRaSJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/GBsU9Sw8AaE/s1600-h/scavengerprize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpS7vIRaSJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/GBsU9Sw8AaE/s320/scavengerprize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374126673708599442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 2 drawing winners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stephie J &amp;amp; Miss S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be sending you guys each a copy of my favorite book (&lt;i&gt;The Greatness Guide&lt;/i&gt;) and a $10 iTunes gift card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Email me your addresses ladies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-870729497200673964?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/870729497200673964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=870729497200673964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/870729497200673964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/870729497200673964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpS7vIRaSJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/GBsU9Sw8AaE/s72-c/scavengerprize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-2574937023711270416</id><published>2009-08-25T13:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:30:59.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Toon: .."Take a look...it's in a BOOK..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpQpwyYVDyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RIgOXSYWCks/s1600-h/book.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373966173494120226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpQpwyYVDyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RIgOXSYWCks/s400/book.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**side note...do ya'll remember Reading Rainbow?..loved that show...lol**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books are great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO McLIBRARY...may I take your order?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aka what are your favorite books...what books would you order?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-2574937023711270416?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2574937023711270416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=2574937023711270416&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2574937023711270416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2574937023711270416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-toon-take-lookits-in-book.html' title='Tuesday Toon: ..&quot;Take a look...it&apos;s in a BOOK...&quot;'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SpQpwyYVDyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RIgOXSYWCks/s72-c/book.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-6673389345614374936</id><published>2009-08-24T23:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:52:07.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 8/24/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Enjoy who you are.  Don't hate yourself for what you aren't."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week's TOTW is really just inspired by a myriad of different situations and emotions that have crossed my mind over the weekend.  No specific story to relay this week..just a gentle reminder that the grass isn't always greener...and that if you are always looking for the next best thing you will never really enjoy what you have now or ever really experience "the best".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I just encourage you to find positive affirmations in your life.  Embrace who you are at the very core of your being...that is the true you.  If you spend all your time investing your energy into what you aren't....how will you ever really know who you are or who you can be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-6673389345614374936?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6673389345614374936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=6673389345614374936&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6673389345614374936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6673389345614374936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought-of-week-82409.html' title='Thought of the Week: 8/24/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-6295322189306150305</id><published>2009-08-17T22:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:18:48.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 8/17/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tough times never last, but tough people do."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Robert H. Schuller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weeks TOTW is a little late...it's been a heavy hearted type of day.  I don't usually duplicate messages on Mondays....but this one was unavoidable...As I sit here and listen to Beyonce's "Me, Myself, and I"...I've just been reflecting on today's events that have inspired this week's thought..this weeks very emotional thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a call this morning on my way to work from my boss.  He said, "Don't go into work today."  Immediately my heart dropped...am I getting fired?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quick flashback...the biggest reason I moved from Phoenix was because I got laid off from the company I worked for for seven years.  That was my first experience with losing a job.  It was a very emotionally devastating experience.  One that has definitely made me stronger and ultimately led me to many blessings, but nonetheless during the experience it was very hard...very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to today...I simply respond with a very hesitant Okaaay.  He then proceeds to tell me that there isn't any bad news for me...I'm okay...but today the office will be very unpleasant as they will be letting several people go...so it might be best for me to work from home.  He said I could go in if I wanted to...but I am welcome to work from home today.  (Pause as Lyfe Jennings sings "Must Be Nice" right now...)  So I spent my day fielding phone calls...setting up conference calls for my managers to inform their reps in the field...instant messaging some of my coworkers to see if they were okay...to see if they were "still there".  In my previous situation, I wasn't cut the first time...I was let go in the second set of lay-offs.  So needless to say, this whole ordeal has made me uneasy...has brought my heart and mind back to a dim place.  I may exhale a sigh of relief...but I truly inhale sorrow and sadness for those that were let go.  So...I don't know what this means or where this is going...but I just know that I am okay jobwise...for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I so genuinely and deeply encourage anyone...everyone who has been through or is going through a tough time right now...to &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; yourself through this moment...truly &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;FEEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; yourself through...because that's all it is...a mere moment in this journey of your life.  Being tough doesn't mean to be hard and callous...it just means to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;resilient&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...walk through this moment fearlessly and know that you will come through it all...on top of it all.  I can testify to that...truly.  So even though the burden may weigh heavy on your shoulders...that just means you can hold your head up that much higher.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Everything will be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.....&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;everything will be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;= Know Your Greatness =&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-6295322189306150305?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6295322189306150305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=6295322189306150305&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6295322189306150305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6295322189306150305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought-of-week-81709.html' title='Thought of the Week: 8/17/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-6237589718340506102</id><published>2009-08-11T11:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:30:54.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Toon: Not Married Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SoGawNyP0zI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9azV_kS9BD0/s1600-h/singlemarried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368742383927153458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SoGawNyP0zI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9azV_kS9BD0/s400/singlemarried.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So growing up...what age did you see yourself getting married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-6237589718340506102?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6237589718340506102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=6237589718340506102&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6237589718340506102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6237589718340506102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-toon-whats-rush.html' title='Tuesday Toon: Not Married Yet?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SoGawNyP0zI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9azV_kS9BD0/s72-c/singlemarried.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-6755515477782769986</id><published>2009-08-10T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:19:54.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 8/10/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sometimes you have to stand alone to prove that you can still stand."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's TOTW was inspired by a nice afternoon by the pool with 2 of my girlfriends.  You know about one of them, who I blogged about &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-weekendgoodbadworselong-read.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; with here crazy psycho guy experience.  &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am VERY happy to report that she is out of that situation and working on herself.  *Hand Clap*  She's definitely made a huge turnaround and growing from it all.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I have to give her a name....um..we'll call her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TallChick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...she's 6'1" lol..)  Now I haven't mentioned this other girlfriend of mine.  We will call her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...because I wonder where the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in her disappeared to.  I met &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WonderWoman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at the gym, she works there too.  She and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TallChick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are good friends....so eventually we all get to hanging out and we all share similar interests.  Just a quick synopsis of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WonderWoman's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; situation...she's been off/on dating this guy whom we will call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for about 4 yrs.  Now she started seeing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while he was married (yes had an affair).  He eventually left his wife and was with her.  Since they have been together, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has gained 30lbs and progressively become quite unhappy with herself and situation...but she keeps going back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;I forgot to mention that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also works at the gym&lt;/em&gt;.  In any case, a very unhealthy relationship.  So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is in this self-created rut of disappointment, confusion, and self-loathing in a sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we were laying out at the pool we of course had girlfriend talk.  It definitely was not a men bashing session in the least, but just a reminder of self session.  You see I learned from an old friend of &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WonderWoman's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that she use to be this strong, carefree, independent, happy person before she got involved with &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;StutteringStan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  She was a &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WonderWoman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....not a wondering woman..you know?  She all of a sudden developed this co-dependency that has her stuck dealing with someone she won't leave alone but can't stand.  What my advice to her came down to was learning to be OKAY with being alone again.  She has obviously been in that "moment" before...it's not about finding the next man or situation to get you out of your current.  It's about resolving the current issues at hand, not with him, but with herself.  A reminder that life is all about choices and it starts with her...and not something over night (that's unrealistic), but something that is a daily duty...that has to be in the forefront of her mind always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, I have 2 sentiments of encouragement for the week.  The first is for my ladies specifically...a good friend isn't just the cheerleader...you do your girlfriends a huge disservice by encouraging the situation and ignoring the behavior...a good friend tells you what you need to hear not always what you want to hear..you can be honest and uplifting at the same time.  Second, for everyone,  it is okay to be alone...just because you are alone does not mean you automatically have to be lonely.  The best love is self-love...embrace it...embrace you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-6755515477782769986?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6755515477782769986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=6755515477782769986&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6755515477782769986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6755515477782769986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought-of-week-81009.html' title='Thought of the Week: 8/10/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1375024330721095482</id><published>2009-07-31T10:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:06:42.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blamestorming session'/><title type='text'>BLAMEstorming Session 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.norcalblogs.com/bullfight/archives/blaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.norcalblogs.com/bullfight/archives/blaming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you that are new to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BLAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;storming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please see &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/blamestorming-session-1.html"&gt;Session 1&lt;/a&gt; for the rules/guidelines...information..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's get it in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I blame a certain co-worker for making the last few days of the week a pain in the ass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I blame the damn over access to information via the internet to my paranoia of the idea that this dog brought fleas into my apartment. I have sprayed my apartment down and will be spending the weekend washing EVERYTHING in hot water. I have been feeling like everything itches but can't tell if it's for real or if I'm trippin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame whoever came up with FOOD DELIVERY for making it easy to be lazy when it comes to eating right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame the INTERNET NAZIS at my job (who will probably read this) for not letting me access instant messaging on my computer. GOD BLESS BLACKBERRY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's for making SUCH wonderfully tasting Cookie Dough ice cream that kills my healthy eating plan. (Thank goodness they now have the little 99 cent small ones!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame whoever came up with the idea of "ONE SIZE FITS ALL" for the fashion catastrophes I have to witness while out on the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame the upcoming FALL TELEVISION for what will soon be the end of my social life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exhale*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you know what to do...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I blame _______"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1375024330721095482?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1375024330721095482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1375024330721095482&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1375024330721095482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1375024330721095482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/blamestorming-session-2.html' title='BLAMEstorming Session 2'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-6309213804546341539</id><published>2009-07-29T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:00:01.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know you want a prize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scavenger hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Contest/Giveaway Alert: SCAVENGER HUNT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SnDQL59HoyI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MH4Z8LadhAw/s1600-h/scavenger_hunt.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364016059152573218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SnDQL59HoyI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MH4Z8LadhAw/s200/scavenger_hunt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't those so fun? (rhetorical question)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's what we are going to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jillian's Blog Scavenger Hunt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only requirement is that you must be a Follower to participate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;How is this going to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to list 10 questions to which the answers can be found in my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You must not only list the answer, BUT you must also include the name/date of the blog post you found the answer in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;(Have to do that because some of you know me off-blog....J...lol and may just know the answer ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some answers can be found in multiple posts, but just one is fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Send your answers to me: &lt;a href="mailto:hawaiianshorty@gmail.com"&gt;hawaiianshorty@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Subject: Scavenger Hunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(not in the comments DUH then everyone will see!!! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;What's the incentive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;1st prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - The FIRST person to submit all the right answers (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;$40 value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Drawings&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;$20 value each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Drawing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Those who got all the answers right just weren't first lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Drawing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Those who made an attempt but perhaps missed a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has a chance at winning something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if you get them all wrong you could still win something! HA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(hmmm strategy..lol don't send me 10 of the same answer either...&lt;em&gt;Tunde&lt;/em&gt;..lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Scavenger Hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ends&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Wednesday, August 19 11:59 CST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So have fun with it...I know I will...I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EXTRA CREDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: If you repost this on your blog, I will enter your name a 2nd time in whichever drawing you fall into.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you ready?....Here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jillian's Blog Scavenger Hunt Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. When is my Birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. When did I chop my hair off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. What is my favorite food to eat after a night of partying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. When did I officially start calling it Drunk Chronicles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. How many pairs of shoes did I purchase in my Shoe-holic shoe binge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Who gave me My 1st Blog-a-ward?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Who posted me as their Woman of the Week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. What was the name and date of my very first blog post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Where did I go for Memorial Day this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. What is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BasketballGuy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; real name? (This is a really tough one, but I give you a hint of where to look: Think of a holiday...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An overall Hint for everyone...lol...blog titles say a lot...*wink wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GOOD LUCK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;HAPPY HUNTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-6309213804546341539?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6309213804546341539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=6309213804546341539&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6309213804546341539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6309213804546341539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/contestgiveaway-alert-scavenger-hunt.html' title='Contest/Giveaway Alert: SCAVENGER HUNT!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SnDQL59HoyI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MH4Z8LadhAw/s72-c/scavenger_hunt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-8510597297353326676</id><published>2009-07-29T09:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:20:19.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog mojo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Heeeeyy Yoooouuu Guuuuuys!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the best movies....lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.culch.ie/wp-content/uploads/goonies-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...but I digress..lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;HEEEYYYYYY MY BLOG BUDDIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been super anti-blogging and blog reading for the last 3 weeks....NO BUENO for neglecting blogosphere....because I can't say I've been too busy (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;apparently I have a very loose definition for busy lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)....I've just been flat out lazy...but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for still following hahahahaha..and commenting..and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;WELCOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all new followers...I promise I'm a much better blogger than lately lol...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However..fear not..I've figured out how I am going to get my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;blog mojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My ex's mother would always tell me whenever you are feeling bad or in a crappy mood...do something nice for someone else...SOOOOO that is what I shall do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;I will be posting a fun contest/giveaway today...the post will be up at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;10pm CST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Now this is not the contest I was referring to in my vlog from my first giveaway...that's still in the works..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ALSO..those of you who sent me info for my special &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-youand-welcomenot-youre-welcome.html"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post...fear not I haven't forgot about you at all...I just have a few more things to gather...I want to send out at the same time...which will be in the next 2 weeks..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I shall be playing catch up and raiding all of your blogs....be prepared for my "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" wave of comments that is sure to reign upon you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aaand....be on the lookout for the post tonight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a SUPER Wednesday!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-8510597297353326676?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8510597297353326676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=8510597297353326676&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8510597297353326676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8510597297353326676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/heeeeyy-yoooouuu-guuuuuys.html' title='Heeeeyy Yoooouuu Guuuuuys!!!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4559086833233508512</id><published>2009-07-28T07:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:24:18.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>TUESDAY TOON: Honesty Is The Best Policy...Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sm7sUda3uBI/AAAAAAAAAs8/DKLM_pASSQo/s1600-h/honesty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sm7sUda3uBI/AAAAAAAAAs8/DKLM_pASSQo/s320/honesty.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363484042483709970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(aawww damn..)&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tell me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BEST/WORST BREAK-UP STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(guess that's up to interpretation lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aaaand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;IS HONESTY THE BEST POLICY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Tuesday!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4559086833233508512?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4559086833233508512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4559086833233508512&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4559086833233508512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4559086833233508512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuesday-toon-honesty-is-best.html' title='TUESDAY TOON: Honesty Is The Best Policy...Right?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sm7sUda3uBI/AAAAAAAAAs8/DKLM_pASSQo/s72-c/honesty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-2796280165905902556</id><published>2009-07-27T13:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:22:40.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 7/27/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is not because the truth is too difficult to see that we make mistakes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We make mistakes because the easiest and most comfortable course for us is to seek insight where it acords with our emotions - especially selfish ones."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Alexander Solzhenitsyn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's TOTW is inspired by a few experiences of my friends. I know that typically I explain the situations and give you some background insight, but frankly I don't think that I could do these situations justice via a paragraph or two. Maybe when I get my blogging mojo back I'll devulge the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never any "normal" persons intention to go through life miserable. We instinctively like to do things that in some form or fashion make us feel good. Things that stimulate positive emotions and thoughts. I mean be honest, we are all selfish. It's okay to be selfish...if you do not look out for yourself and put you first, who else will? Now the levels of selfishness may vary, but it's okay to maintain a healthy level of selfish. Don't get it twisted however. Selfishness with ill intent at the expense of others is not what I am talking about here either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I encourage you to make healthy decisions with an equal parts head and heart. Yes there are times where sometimes one is required a little more than the other. It is the situations when one completely outweighs the other in which we tend to find ourselves in the midst of an obstacle or challenge. Let's be honest....the truth doesn't hurt. What hurts is the realization that we let our head lead our heart or vice versa. They each play a significant role in our lives...so give them each the equal attention they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-2796280165905902556?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2796280165905902556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=2796280165905902556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2796280165905902556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2796280165905902556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-of-week-72709.html' title='Thought of the Week: 7/27/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-5016891352493533397</id><published>2009-07-22T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:46:17.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost all my damn contacts'/><title type='text'>Contacts Come Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thejgcustoms.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/crackberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thejgcustoms.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/crackberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Technical difficulties last night... &lt;div align="center"&gt;In any case lost all my CrackBerry contacts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL so if you see me requesting to add you again NO I didn't delete you LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soooooooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Those that have me please message me your PIN again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Or delete me and add me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lesson learned:.........backup contacts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oooh and if you want to add me lol, email me your P-I-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:hawaiianshorty@gmail.com"&gt;hawaiianshorty@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please be advised, as a contact on my bbm you are subject to random messages and pictures (nothing x-rated) usually related to events involving the consumption of alcohol or random stupidity that I may come across**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope everyone is having a super Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2973195087733567131-5016891352493533397?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5016891352493533397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=5016891352493533397&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5016891352493533397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5016891352493533397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/contacts-come-back.html' title='Contacts Come Back!!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1859231877247059565</id><published>2009-07-21T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:50:06.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>TUESDAY TOON: Be careful what you wish for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SmXi5U65lqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2ApbsRy3Co0/s1600-h/funny-cartoon-womans-wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360940405950617250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SmXi5U65lqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2ApbsRy3Co0/s320/funny-cartoon-womans-wish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(don't get all PC on me now lol..just laugh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tell me...if you had one wish...what would that wish be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1859231877247059565?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1859231877247059565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1859231877247059565&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1859231877247059565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1859231877247059565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuesday-toon-be-careful-what-you-wish.html' title='TUESDAY TOON: Be careful what you wish for....'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SmXi5U65lqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2ApbsRy3Co0/s72-c/funny-cartoon-womans-wish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-8981244565675626971</id><published>2009-07-20T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:07:23.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 7/20/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;"We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week the TOTW is inspired by well....my personal reflection and lackadaisical &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;($50 word lol...yeah I had to dictionary.com the spelling....don't judge me lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; attitude and approach to several aspects of my life.  I started out the year with a clear goal in mind and achieved them....but since have slowly become "blah" about them.  From eating right to working out as much to just being motivated in general.  Granted this wasn't overnight, but a slow process that I have let slowly get out of control...this however seems to be a battle I have waged before.  I can feel and see the difference of falling off the wagon.  They say ignorance is bliss.....well Jillian can't have that bliss because I know better....I've felt better.  I know what needs to be done, and once again I must whoop my ass back into shape.  I've even become less motivated to blog.......and that is just unacceptable!!! lol  On a serious note though...change does need to occur.  I don't want to harden in this state of complacent acceptance of mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I want to encourage those of you who find yourself in a mid-year rut to jump start yourself back into focus.  Renew that motivation that drive....Rejuvenate your vigor for life.  Take the good changes and make them better.  Take the "challenging" changes and turn them into stepping stones to greatness.  Let's not harden in acceptance, but flourish in continued growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-8981244565675626971?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8981244565675626971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=8981244565675626971&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8981244565675626971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8981244565675626971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-of-week-72009.html' title='Thought of the Week: 7/20/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-7986312819615520605</id><published>2009-07-14T09:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:54:41.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>TUESDAY TOON:...It's not WHAT you do...but HOW you do it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SlybX3reDpI/AAAAAAAAAss/wU9XBNj9PMs/s1600-h/chickenpassion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358328491049619090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SlybX3reDpI/AAAAAAAAAss/wU9XBNj9PMs/s400/chickenpassion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Tell me something you are passionate about..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Tuesday ya'll!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-7986312819615520605?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7986312819615520605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=7986312819615520605&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7986312819615520605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7986312819615520605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuesday-toonits-not-what-you-dobut-how.html' title='TUESDAY TOON:...It&apos;s not WHAT you do...but HOW you do it...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SlybX3reDpI/AAAAAAAAAss/wU9XBNj9PMs/s72-c/chickenpassion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4441082813846035088</id><published>2009-07-13T10:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:17:01.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 7/13/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We are our best selves when our personalities rest on a dependable &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;inner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; definition and an &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;outer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; execution of who we are."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Sam Haskell, Promises I made My Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's TOTW is inspired from my weekend adventures and the challenges faced. I had a very good plan lined up for the weekend, but life happens sometimes and things don't always go according to plan. First and foremost, overall we had a great time. We got the majority of our list of things done, but there was a minor snag. I must admit that in the face of this adversity and challenge I failed. I failed to focus on what was important and let the relatively minor hitch influence my mood and attitude more times than necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am a generally giving person and friend. Now friendships and money can sometimes be a deadly mix. So with my friends...I don't mind picking up the tab on a meal, buying a round a drinks, or movie tickets here and there. I figure I got this time, you got next time. As Chuck would say, symbiotic. We don't need to always have this distinct discussion of "Well of the last 10 times, I took care of 8." It's a genuine give and take relationship. You don't sit and analyze and asssess or obsess over every single encounter or action. I have had several negative experiences with this. Often times it doesn't seem to bother you until a key event takes place then you start to totally re-evaluate and reflect and realize that "Damn, I been doing everything" or that things have been very one-sided. Sometimes it is a "you" thing, but sometimes it's just a shady individual. My solution to this, was to be more self-aware at the company I choose to keep, be mindful of whom I choose to extend myself for, and to keep in mind that I establish people's expectations of me &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(think about that).  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just like anybody else however, as self-aware as I try to be, I still slip up. I still have emotions. I still have a lot to learn. So when my friend came to visit and circumstances put her in a monetary predicament, I got frustrated and didn't trust in who I knew she was &lt;em&gt;(nowhere near the type of person who would use someone)&lt;/em&gt; and most of all who I knew &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So I definitely wasn't my best self towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, I encourage all of you to reflect on who you are....get a clear definition of your inner self. Know who you are at your core, so that every day you can be your best self. You will be tested, that's life, but the better you get at being your &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best self&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the quicker the recovery time if you do slip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4441082813846035088?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4441082813846035088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4441082813846035088&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4441082813846035088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4441082813846035088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-of-week-71309.html' title='Thought of the Week: 7/13/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-8837678183604759215</id><published>2009-07-09T19:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:45:38.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t wait for tina to get here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exciting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Texas Tina!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SlaMVFfeifI/AAAAAAAAAsc/lgo9fb9gF_8/s1600-h/welcome+tina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SlaMVFfeifI/AAAAAAAAAsc/lgo9fb9gF_8/s320/welcome+tina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356623100683127282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like my sign for my friend??...check out the tumble weed!!! LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Tina will be in here in about 4hrs...I'm sooo excited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's the first of my Phoenix friends to finally come and visit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are going to have such a great time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as she gets off the plane..I'm taking her down to 6th st for a peek...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(BONUS: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;theBouncer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;text me that he is going to be in town tonight..wants to meet up.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are going for a nice hike on this trail by the gym I work at...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are going to "burn the letter, bury the bear"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (my messenger folks have been seeing this lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we are going to go shopping down on SoCo (South Congress)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to take her to Mount Bonnell for the view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go downtown and watch Esther's Folly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEEEEN...hitting up the Warehouse District...Six Lounge for some drinks and dancing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Possible Drunk Chronicle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hit the gym (depending on when we wake up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do some more shopping....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visit some more sites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe try to catch lunch and a movie at the Alamo Drafthouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest up for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;MAIN EVENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....(drum roll):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SlaMVfRdlqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/F2Q4O1yfzaQ/s1600-h/jamiefoxxtix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SlaMVfRdlqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/F2Q4O1yfzaQ/s320/jamiefoxxtix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356623107603666594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! We are going to see &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Jamie Foxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(are you excited like I'm excited?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then of course proceed to more drinks and dancing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me get back to cleaning my apartment HAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-8837678183604759215?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8837678183604759215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=8837678183604759215&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8837678183604759215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8837678183604759215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-texas-tina.html' title='Welcome to Texas Tina!!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SlaMVFfeifI/AAAAAAAAAsc/lgo9fb9gF_8/s72-c/welcome+tina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1966978957808542211</id><published>2009-07-09T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:00:00.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blamestorming session'/><title type='text'>BLAMEstorming Session 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_blame_you_lefty_mug-p168707040374812202tda5_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_blame_you_lefty_mug-p168707040374812202tda5_210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to consider myself a very well-rounded individual who is self-aware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to look at life as something that you get out of it what you put into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The mentality that you always have a choice in any situation..even if the only choice is to choose not to be a victim...or to choose whether to be happy or sad...always choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the last thing I every dwell upon is casting blame..I'm human...of COURSE I have those thoughts, but big picture overall when the emotional dust storm clears, I'm never one to look for someone to blame....I look for a resolution...a solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;BUT&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(always one of those)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes...you ever just want to get it off your chest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say out loud what you feel is the real problem..or hell just for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put the spotlight on someone/something else for your poor decision making...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Example: "Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I have decided to have random &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;BLAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;storming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sessions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please........feel free to join in...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame George Bush for having to pay so much for damn gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame my dentist for the current pain that is taking place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame Sportscenter for making me late this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;last but not least&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame blogger for distracting me from doing actual work at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*exhale*....feel better already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So let's &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BLAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Join me.......go ahead....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I blame_________"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1966978957808542211?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1966978957808542211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1966978957808542211&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1966978957808542211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1966978957808542211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/blamestorming-session-1.html' title='BLAMEstorming Session 1'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1950253255783704356</id><published>2009-07-09T12:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:59:52.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate the dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn fucking tooth'/><title type='text'>Dear Dentist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really do not like you right now....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is it that I always leave in more pain than when I initially come to see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is always another woman in the room (or man sometimes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You spend most of our time telling me what to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And then you just dismiss me so abruptly when you are done with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need to reevaluate this relationship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then again...I need you more than you need me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ugh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you in 3 weeks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Jillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imseriousnow.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/the-dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imseriousnow.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/the-dentist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1950253255783704356?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1950253255783704356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1950253255783704356&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1950253255783704356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1950253255783704356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-dentist.html' title='Dear Dentist...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-8119519985561738220</id><published>2009-07-09T00:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:20:19.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"This is how one song can change your life...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure many of you watched the amazing memorial service....I've read countless blog posts on how moving it was...and beautiful...not sure if those of you who watched it noticed this but this floored me and was one of the many moments that had me in tears....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when I &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-said-i-wasnt-going-to-do-it.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;posted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about this kid a few days ago....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThObaKJPRlo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThObaKJPRlo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes...I'm guessing if you didn't recognize him then you do now...I was just in awe when I saw him perform at the memorial service...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tniSz2FB-Kc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tniSz2FB-Kc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This 12yr old kid sang this classic Michael Jackson song in April auditioning for Britain's Got Talent....mind you this wasn't his first choice of song....Simon gave him a chance to sing a different song....and when he was done Simon made  the statement &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"This is how one song can change your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  Three months later he is singing this song as a tribute to the artist who made this song a classic....Michael Jackson actually saw a clip of Shaheen and invited him on part of the tour...that song has truly..changed this boys life forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just another example of the profound power that a single life can have on generations upon generations...It is truly beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-8119519985561738220?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8119519985561738220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=8119519985561738220&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8119519985561738220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8119519985561738220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-life-comes-full-circle.html' title='&quot;This is how one song can change your life....&quot;'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4881208647697962100</id><published>2009-07-08T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:00:27.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do you want to know wednesdays'/><title type='text'>What Do You Want To Know: 7/8/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://conjurethis.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beautifully.Conjured.Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; asked &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Do you think marijuana should be legalized?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about how to approach this question for two reasons...first being my Mom reads my blog lol.  I have a story tied to this that I wanted to share, and I wasn't sure how my mother would take it...and two I wanted to do some research on the concept and not just have a yes/no answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll just start off with my personal story.  I grew up around marijuana.  At the time, I had no clue.  As I got older and exposed to it, I began to recollect my childhood run-ins with this plant.  I definitely remembered the smell.  That was a familiar smell in some of the houses I lived in (remember we moved alot in Hawaii).  I can specifically recall a time when we were at a beach house that a family member resided at.  I went into what I thought was a bathroom, but turned out to be a closet.  There were several plants hanging with a sun lamp on them.  Within 2.5 seconds I was snatched up, wopped on the buttocks, and told to not go in there again.  I can remember them being broken up and sealed in baggies.  I never experienced anything negative or harmful, it was just around.  As I got older, I did experiment with it on several occassions.  In fact when I moved to Arizona I wen tthrough a period of heavy experimentation.  I never did anything crazy or stupid, in fact I didn't do much of ANYthing (go figure).  In fact, the turning point in me stopping this "phase" was I literally smoked myself stuck.  I am talking like Kill Bill Uma Thurman in the backseat telling her big toe to move stuck.  This happened on my couch in my apartment lol, but still it freaked me out enough to be like "I'm done now."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, marijuana is classified as a Schedule I drug meaning high tendancy for abuse with no accepted medical use.  Other drugs in this category include heroine, ecstasy, LSD, and GHB.  All other levels have some accepted medical use and can be prescribed.  Of course this includes items like anabolic steroids, valium, and morphine.  But did you know it also includes cocaine, PCP, and Methamphetamines?  I found that to be a little ironic.  Many of the main arguments against legalizing this drug are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a gateway drug&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long-term damaging effects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harmful effects of second hand smoke (contact high lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moral reasons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I can see the point of view for all these reasons.  I however, do not feel that these are strong enough reasons to continue to keep marijuana classified with such extreme ramifications.  I do not believe that based on studies and information available that marijuana is any more harmful to an individuals body than that of alcohol or cigarettes.  Do I think it should be legalized, I don't see the overall harm in it.  At the very least, I think it should be decriminalized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said...I leave you all with a little "weed" humor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWhUqo9Aivs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWhUqo9Aivs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the question BCU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Do You Want To Know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Posts: &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/search/label/what%20do%20you%20want%20to%20know%20wednesdays"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More questions pleeeeease......!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...tell you more about me next Wednesday....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4881208647697962100?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4881208647697962100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4881208647697962100&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4881208647697962100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4881208647697962100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-you-want-to-know-7809.html' title='What Do You Want To Know: 7/8/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-3415758587560386162</id><published>2009-07-07T14:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:15:22.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate the dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn fucking tooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im a bitch today'/><title type='text'>Today can suck a donkey!..(that's the pain talking)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.naturesnaturalhealing.com/toothache.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That has me looking like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://twumba.org/wireless/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/angry-face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because it's giving me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/7657/headache_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And has me feeling like I want to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idiomsbykids.com/taylor/mrtaylor/class20022003/idioms/idioms2003/idioms4/THROW%20UP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.idiomsbykids.com/taylor/mrtaylor/class20022003/idioms/idioms2003/idioms4/THROW%20UP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-3415758587560386162?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3415758587560386162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=3415758587560386162&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3415758587560386162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3415758587560386162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-can-suck-donkeythats-pain-talking.html' title='Today can suck a donkey!..(that&apos;s the pain talking)'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4420623956621534350</id><published>2009-07-07T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:59:30.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>TUESDAY TOON: Yeah we're friends...but uummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;LMAO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355747794445033634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SlNwPjp6YKI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zSp233bMiy0/s400/friendship.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"It's funny cuz it's truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This was so wrong...but for real...something I would say lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Since this seems to be "friendship week" lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tell me a funny story about you and your best friend/friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(pleeeeeeeeease....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4420623956621534350?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4420623956621534350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4420623956621534350&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4420623956621534350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4420623956621534350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuesday-toon-yeah-were-friendsbut-uummm.html' title='TUESDAY TOON: Yeah we&apos;re friends...but uummm...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SlNwPjp6YKI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zSp233bMiy0/s72-c/friendship.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1734251966259587444</id><published>2009-07-06T23:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:52:53.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ask me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do you want to know wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Questions....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.3dissue.com/questions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.3dissue.com/questions.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any questions for What Do You Want To Know Wednesday??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1734251966259587444?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1734251966259587444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1734251966259587444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1734251966259587444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1734251966259587444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesday-questions.html' title='Wednesday Questions....?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-3191602618716257229</id><published>2009-07-06T09:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:50:07.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 7/6/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"A friend is one who knows all about you and likes you anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;- Christi Mary Warner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This TOTW is an oldie but goodie! My inspiration for this is two fold. First I had a great weekend. First weekend I have had completely off, meaning no work Saturday or Sunday. I also had Friday off from my regular job. So as seen in my DC post, hahaha, I spent it in San Antonio with some amazing individuals. I find their sense of family and friendship so inspiring everytime I'm around it. I blogged about them before &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/band-of-brothers.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which was my first time around all of them. I've been hooked ever since hahahahaha. They are definitely a living example of what true friendship is. Second (last but definitely NOT least), one of my very best friends Tina will be here Thursday evening. If you ask Tina how she and I became friends, one of the first things she will tell you is how much she DIDN'T like me when we first met. She and I worked together at a gym in AZ. We worked the front desk, and I'm a busy body organizational control freak at times. So yes, she thought I was a major &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biaatch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which I probably was. I just get so caught up in working lol. Well obviously that changed as we spent more time together. We use to call our time together Wacky Wednesdays (the shift we shared). Good times good times! Tina is a beautiful mother, wife, friend, and just an overall phenomenal woman. Her positive attitude and upbeat personality is just so refreshing and contagious. Have you ever just met someone that you just had a good spirit? You could feel it....that's Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving away has really shown me who my true friends are. It taught me to appreciate the ones I had, and led me to make new ones that have blessed my life in more ways than one. So this week I encourage you to take stock in those that are your true friends. These bonds and relationships are truly special, so don't take them for granted. After all, it's not all about the quantity of friends...rather the quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-3191602618716257229?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3191602618716257229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=3191602618716257229&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3191602618716257229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3191602618716257229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-of-week-7609.html' title='Thought of the Week: 7/6/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1684274396069995476</id><published>2009-07-05T03:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:24:12.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hit a bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>Drunk Chronicles: 7/5/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gatorgrrl.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/3845family-guy-i-m-not-drunk-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 425px;" src="http://gatorgrrl.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/3845family-guy-i-m-not-drunk-posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summuma...I'm seriously intoxicated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight we worked through 2 bottles of Grey Goose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Blame it on the GOOOOOOOSE"....lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was  guuuurrreeeeat night ...I had a guuurreeeaat time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saw theBouncer..he was definitely as cute as I remember..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear I wanted to hit a bitch tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously if you know somebody who got a table got a bottle that's cool....take your free drink and move the fuck on....don't camp out on the shit like you put in on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway..my time in San Antonio have been great and relaxing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ooh I forogt my random facto of the night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elephants can't jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had my sirloin burgers that actually turned out to be chicken burgers but whatever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alright.....bed time!! back in austin in the afternoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1684274396069995476?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1684274396069995476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1684274396069995476&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1684274396069995476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1684274396069995476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/drunk-chronicles-7509.html' title='Drunk Chronicles: 7/5/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1791275490173300524</id><published>2009-07-02T11:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:49:36.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair purgatory'/><title type='text'>Hair Purgatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright...so we started out like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkzhINmVJlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/kG-Erkhf4rM/s1600-h/fronthair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353901588242310738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkzhINmVJlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/kG-Erkhf4rM/s320/fronthair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Look like a totally different person lol...I look like the exorcist with my hair all in my face LOL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then changed to this April 3, 2009 .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkzhH8OoEjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oPcK_GMItWE/s1600-h/shorthair09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353901583579484722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkzhH8OoEjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oPcK_GMItWE/s320/shorthair09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are now at this as of June 25, 2009....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkzhHdEAChI/AAAAAAAAAr0/x8iWk2tjywg/s1600-h/closeupflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353901575213419026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkzhHdEAChI/AAAAAAAAAr0/x8iWk2tjywg/s320/closeupflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (sorry for the excess cleavage)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hair Purgatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair is growing out...just now long enough to put in somewhat of a ponytail....more like ponyNUB...but it's just sort of THERE now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;lingering between too short and not long enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i KNOW someone thought "that's what she said"...for my fellow The Office watchers lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday I have a hair appointment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am definitely going to work back towards lightening my hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I am rocking the extra dark hair, summer time heat, thick hair..not a good mix)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am definitely going to get it texturized (thinned out)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(make my hair look less like a football helmet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am however debating on just letting it continue to grow or to cut it again/some more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case.....I figure I'll just go with what I feel on Sunday ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I will share the results...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1791275490173300524?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1791275490173300524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1791275490173300524&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1791275490173300524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1791275490173300524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/hair-purgatory.html' title='Hair Purgatory'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkzhINmVJlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/kG-Erkhf4rM/s72-c/fronthair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1635569927951211830</id><published>2009-07-01T09:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:24:14.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do you want to know wednesdays'/><title type='text'>What Do You Want To Know: 7/1/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://smo17.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stephie J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asked &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"What is your favorite childhood memory?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy questions about my past..my childhood..(no matter how crazy it was)..because whenever I take time to think back about it..I'm amazed at how many random things I've experienced...remember experiencing...makes me laugh...makes me cry..but definitely makes me smile. &lt;em&gt;(If you want to know more...lol just ask! ;).....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite memories is definitely centered around New Years celebrations.  When I was living with my father, we lived in MANY houses.  Funny thing was, every house had the EXACT same carpet (lol...my bad I digress).  Well this has to be around the age of 5-6yrs old.  We are living in this two story house with white panels and green trim.  There is an extremely long and straight driveway leading to the house.  Green grass to the right....green grass to the left and a perimeter of trees.  Holidays at that time were really the only time I saw family members other than my Dad and my Uncle Kevin (his younger brother).  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;**Side story....I never really saw him much...he was always the person I knew lived in the other room...hahahaha**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  So as usual it is the morning of New Years Eve.  All the family has arrived from Oahu.  My Grandma, Aunty Steph, Aunty Nani, Uncle Pasu, Uncle Martin, and all my cousins (too much space to name).  Everyone is up eating breakfast going over things that need to be done to prepare for the evening festivities.  Everyone would be doing something...in Hawaiian culture and Guam as well the men actually do most of the cooking lol.  My Dad's specialties: Chicken Long Rice soup and Potato Salad (&lt;strong&gt;so YUM&lt;/strong&gt;!!!).  Anyway, while the adults were doing most of the cooking and major setting up...kids, we are cleaning lol of course and setting up tables and chairs in the garage and grass area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night creeps upon us the smell of great food is in the air &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Kalua Pig, Lau Lau, Chicken Long Rice, Poi, Roasted Pig, Poki, Sweet Potatoes, Lomi Salmon, Huli Huli Chicken.....aaaaaaaahhhh making myself hungry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...friends and more family have all begun to arrive.  The sounds of laughter and island music play in the background.  Fire crackers are going off, sparklers are being burned, and flashes of color can be seen in the sky.  In a little while it will be Karaoke time lol.  Now this was when there were no discs with words on the television to count you in or anything.  You had to know your music (4 bar instrumental....8 bar break) and get your count on lol.  My Aunt had a collection.  So I'm talking about huge 3 ring binders with words to songs.  All organized in alphabetical order by Song Title.  The book corresponded with a CASSETTE TAPE or A-TRACK hahaha yes she had some of the songs on A-Track lol.  In fact the song I always sang was on A-Track, an Anne Murray song lol.  Talk about an operation, but we did it everytime the family got together.  So of course I get my sing on and play with the cousins.  I was the youngest of the older bunch so I always got shafted and they always tried to play jokes on me like light a firecracker and throw it near me.  This particular night was hilarious because one of my godbrothers who particularly picked on me was outside with the Roman Candle.  Ya'll know what that is right?  You light it...hold it out and it shoots like a flare out makes a little splash in the air lol...you get like 5 per candle.  Well, what I remember is walking through the house to get to the patio area and him stepping back in with holes in his pants, black stained, black on his face......the Roman Candle had backfired on him.  Yes thank goodness he wasn't hurt, LOL but he look shocked and a hot mess.  Everyone was laughing at his expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway...here comes the best part...as we approach midnight the adult males have set up the firework display of the century to me at the time.  A large tree to the left has the longest strand of firecrackers I have seen strung up on it.  The entire driveway is lined on both sides with fireworks to be shot into the air.  As we start the countdown, my uncles are at the top of the driveway with like these blowtorch back pack things.  As soon as we say HAPPY NEW YEAR, the strand of firecrackers is lit and my uncles take off running down the driveway with these torches lighting every firework.  These things are just blasting off &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*peewww*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*boom*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*pop*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pack pack pack*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....when the strand of firecrackers is complete halfway through the driveway, another one is immediately strung up in it's place and lit.  Now mind you, all of this happened in a matter of 5min or less....BUT it felt like an eternity..in slow motion.  *long sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would definitely be one of my favorite childhood memories...Thanks Stephie! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other What Do You Want To Know Posts: &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/search/label/what%20do%20you%20want%20to%20know%20wednesdays"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As always...if you have any questions...ask away!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...tell you more about me next Wednesday....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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7/1/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4211044926088869397</id><published>2009-06-30T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:14:38.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I said I wasn't going to do it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...I said I wasn't going to flood the blogosphere with another Michael Jackson related post....but I kid you not...I'm sitting here with watery eyes....a few tears down my cheeks...after watching this video....I've seen this video before...but with MJ's death...it just really hits my heart in a different way now....I mean the mind can't even GRASP the depths of the influence this man's music has made on the world....but we will FOREVER be reminded and be grateful for the beautiful treasures he has left behind for generations upon generations to love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(watch the whole thing)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThObaKJPRlo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThObaKJPRlo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This kid wasn't even alive when this song was out...wasn't even around at the peak of Michael's career...just amazing...when he starts the song....oh man!...got people crying...got Simon standing up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know everyone has their opinions about MJ...but hey...if you didn't have any privacy for 45yrs you'd be a lil off one too.....regardless...the man left an AMAZING legacy of music...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;R.I.P Michael Joseph Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4211044926088869397?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4211044926088869397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4211044926088869397&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4211044926088869397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4211044926088869397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-said-i-wasnt-going-to-do-it.html' title='I said I wasn&apos;t going to do it...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-7683422373751945247</id><published>2009-06-30T12:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:13:43.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this bullshit right here'/><title type='text'>You made me do this...(another long read..WORTH IT though)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/rbf4_11.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=F96248E29EDD0687D7FF1E4A9083DDD8"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/rbf4_11.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=F96248E29EDD0687D7FF1E4A9083DDD8" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright...I made a choice to not really blog about my "dating" life...one because I really don't have one lol (hush J lol)...two I think I've got lots of other things to talk about...three well I guess I just want to keep some things to myself for the time being...I have just recently shared some relationship history in a few posts....but for the most part...lol I stay silent on it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This series of unfortunate baffoonerific events have forced me to share this with you my blog family....one well for some insight perhaps...and two for pure entertainment LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok...let's give you the back story (somewhat full of baffoonery flags)...before I give you the event that had me looking like the picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So remember I posted about my great night with only one picture lol....SEE &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-recollectiononly-1-pic.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Well that night I met a guy we will refer to as &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayneBrady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As I was coming down the stairs, he stopped me and said "Oh my God you are gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?"...I say yes, and we have a brief conversation...he asks if he can call me some time...Now I will say that he was not unattractive, he just wasn't anybody I would have noticed if he hadn't spoke to me. I am however trying to be more "open" to different types of men and to step outside my comfort zone. So we exchange numbers. He contacts me on Sunday (I was at work hating life..hangover)..via text message and 1 call. When I get off I call him back. The NBA Finals were going to be on that evening and he was inviting me out to a sports bar with he and his friends. I ended up not going....hangover remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next day he calls...the conversation is awkward...I feel like I'm talking to Bill &amp;amp; Ted of Bill &amp;amp; Ted's Excellent Adventure...but he asks to take me to dinner...I say sure and we meet for dinner at Chilis...(it was around 9pm)...Dinner was great! Good conversation...lots of laughing...he's a good guy....job...car...etc...He expresses how much he really likes me (more than once)...at the end there is mention of getting together again but no set plans....I had a busy week ahead of me....I had customers in town and a managment meeting over the same time period...Those of you who have followed me for a little while know that I'm a busy body..lol I have a work intensive life....and I'm cool with that...so I go about my busy week....there are few text exchanges no calling really..I'm caught up in work and figured we could touch base later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday rolls around....at about lunch time I get a 5 text message long text message..(you know you only get 150 characters per text)...I wanted to share it with ya'll THEN but didn't...the message went as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Hey umm just got some things on my mind...So i know ur a couple yrs older and u can smell bs near or far probably just based on life exp but I wanna let you know that im a real like black n white kinda person n i don't want u to sleep on me cuz of my youth im genuine n passionate about things that are worth it now i don't wanna be that guy who u see callin or texting n ur like omg hes a bug...cuz trust me if i thought us interacting would be a waste of time i wouldnt bother u but im not going to lie n say that i dont like u cuz i do hence the persistence just some food for thought. I wanna do things with you to see if we could consider each other friends not looking for anything just wanna add you to my book of life lol get at me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**yes...it's okay...I had that &lt;strong&gt;EXACT&lt;/strong&gt; same look you have now**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read this BS and just keep working I don't have time...I don't respond...that night around 7pm while at dinner with my managers I get a text that says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"I shouldn't have stopped you that night. You were just so beautiful. It was nice to meet you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Remember this &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-tell-me-if-im-trippin.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?...I feel like deja vu**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm sitting at the dinner table perplexed..It's like we met..had a relationship..then broke up...got dumped in less than a week!! He was "acting real female" lol...but I take a different approach...I message him back to let him know it's been a busy week busy day i'm a busy person but that I did enjoy hanging out and I would like to spend time together again..which seems to calm him down I suppose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our 2nd date this past Wednesday. He was going to be gone for 6 weeks for training. I suggested a movie originally because he mentioned wanting to see it. He text me Wednesday morning telling me we are going to a sports bar instead to watch the game (NCAA World Series)...wasn't trying to be out late in the middle of the week, but I turned my bitch mode off and said ok, but let him know upfront I wasn't trying to be out late..an hour before we are suppose to meet I get a message that says, nevermind that let's go to PF Chang's. So we meet and the first topic on the table was &lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE&lt;/strong&gt; the Text Dissertation I received from him. I can tell he's a little embarrassed, but we are adults. He responds as I expected him too, and apologizes a little, and reassures me he's not a stalker lol. Dinner was fine as it ends, he starts talking in circles and asks me what my "intentions"...how I feel about "us"..(I'm thinking there is no us..lol...) I tell him I am enjoying my single life but that I am open if the right person came along, but it's not a priority. He accepts that (like he has a choice), then asks if I want to go catch the game up the street at another sports bar. Sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**FYI I'm a sports CHICK...so I really do watch the game...if you are trying to have deep conversation..."date conversation"...Sports bar with me not a good idea...unless we are talking about the game that is on LOL..**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He made this mistake so I probably came off like a bitch...oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fast forward to present....he left Sunday...as you know my weekend drama lol..Now as I understood it he would be unreachable for this six weeks...which is fine by me...LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well last night...I get a phone call around 10pm..it's a local number but not on my contacts. Now I coordinate events at the gym and sometimes they give my number out to parents so I went ahead and answered it just in case....conversation goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Them&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey........(silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Them&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey...(silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay...who is this? (lil bit of an attitude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Them&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh (disappointed tone)...it's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayneBrady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh (dammit tone)....why the hell didn't you say that if you know you are calling from a different number?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayneBrady&lt;/strong&gt;: I wanted to see if you recognized my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Insert me looking at my phone with the WTF face**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:.....okaaay...(wtf tone)...where are you? Did you make it to wherever you are going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayneBrady&lt;/strong&gt;: Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Insert eye roll**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayneBrady&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh yeah I'm in Missouri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:..okaaaay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayneBrady&lt;/strong&gt;: What are you up to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I was about to go to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayneBrady&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh...........so how was your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: It was uneventful...nothing major.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayneBrady&lt;/strong&gt;: You sound tired....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:...I did just say I was about to go to bed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Insert eye roll and wtf face**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: is this the number you are using while gone? (irritated tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayneBrady&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes this is the number you can use to reach me or text while I'm at training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayneBrady&lt;/strong&gt;: Do you want me to let you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes. I'll talk to you later. Have a good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Now meanwhile he sounds like he's trying to talk all sexy..not like normal...you know all softlike and crap...makes it worse*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my male followers.......please explain this behavior to me......I'm really trying to give the guy a shot......I don't think I'm being too picky or maybe I'm missing something.......I'm really trying to like the guy...I stepped back...and with the whole text message thing I really looked at it like I needed to give it a chance because as women we tend to talk about "guys aren't honest enough, aren't upfront about things..show their feelings more"...etc...Am I perhaps just subconsciously trying to find something wrong with him?..Please tell me if I am lol..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*told you it was long................* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to me &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-7683422373751945247?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7683422373751945247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=7683422373751945247&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7683422373751945247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7683422373751945247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-made-me-do-thisanother-long.html' title='You made me do this...(another long read..WORTH IT though)'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-5626333290394017677</id><published>2009-06-30T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:20:41.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>TUESDAY TOON: I should hang up on your ass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sko-Z1xS_PI/AAAAAAAAArM/ty0gdnA5pRA/s1600-h/406-woman-cartoons.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353159720734751986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sko-Z1xS_PI/AAAAAAAAArM/ty0gdnA5pRA/s320/406-woman-cartoons.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I laughed at this because 1. I know I've done this before lol&lt;br /&gt;....and 2...I get so annoyed when it has been done to me LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**this is definitely one of those pull the phone away and look at it with the WTF face moments**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPTION PLEASE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-5626333290394017677?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5626333290394017677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=5626333290394017677&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5626333290394017677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5626333290394017677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-toon-i-should-hang-up-on-your.html' title='TUESDAY TOON: I should hang up on your ass...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sko-Z1xS_PI/AAAAAAAAArM/ty0gdnA5pRA/s72-c/406-woman-cartoons.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1546169867284703634</id><published>2009-06-29T22:17:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:13:33.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='females'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this bullshit right here'/><title type='text'>My Weekend...Good..Bad...Worse...(long read)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thephoenix.com/COMMUNITY/blogs/dontquoteme/drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 425px;" src="http://thephoenix.com/COMMUNITY/blogs/dontquoteme/drama.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm going to try to condense this (YEAH RIGHT).  The picture pretty much sums it up, and I've already outlined some of it in my &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-of-week-62909.html"&gt;TOTW&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;earlier today.  You already know how my Friday went lol via the &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/drunk-chronicles-62709.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drunk Chronicle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The plan for the rest of the weekend was to party in San Antonio.  My friend and I planned to go to party for the night, also my Uncle was there for training.  So the plan was for me to see my family and then have a good time with my girl.  We got there later than I wanted but I got over it.  Dinner was great with my Uncle.  The shit hit the fan after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So she's from SA and had an idea of where to go.  We decided to go downtown.  We don't end up getting down there until about 11:30ish almost 12.  The first place she said turned out to be wack.  Mind you everything closes at 2am.  We pick a second spot, equally lame.  Now I'm irritated because I didn't get all dressed up for nothing, and she's not really taking charge of alright let's do this.  I can't because I don't know the area.  Well, the last few times I had been there I always ended up at this SAME club, I wanted to try something different.  She had a guy friend that text saying that was where he and his friends would be.  By this time it is after 12am, and I'm like forget it I'd rather drive the 20min and end up with 45min of fun than to stay downtown and be irritated for an hour and a half.  So we haul ass and make it up there.  It's 1am and there is a LINE..seriously?...we stand around for 15min...apparently this guy didn't hook her up.  We get in and I have a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met 2 guys...we'll call the first one &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Youngin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...and the other &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;theBouncer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (self-explanatory).  So we get there, I head to the bathroom and I notice &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;theBouncer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; noticing me.  So I walked up to him and said "Did you just eye sex me?"....he laughed and I gave him a little smirk and walked off.  I walked towards this little table VIP section area and stood off to the side near someones table area.  While standing there &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Youngin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; says "Why you acting brand new?"  To which I responded, "Me acting brand new implies that there was something old between us...so what are you talking about sweetheart?" *add cute smirk*...he then offers me some Grey Goose and I of course include my girl in on that (that's what good girlfriends do lol).  No real conversation, I know he's eyeing me, I say thank you and proceed to continue mingling.  My girlfriend finds her guy friend, introductions are made, etc.  Well a few minutes later &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Youngin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;comes over to me.  Starts with the compliments and expressing interest.  We proceed to dance a little.  He was so cute and sweet we exchange numbers that's that.  He tells me to come back over to the table if we want.  About 10 min later, I look over at the bar, and I see &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;theBouncer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; take a shot.  When he catches my eye I put my hands up and mouth "What about my shot?" *insert shot taking motion*  He smiles and laughs a little.  At that point club was about to close, so we head out to beat the crowd.  As we are outside walking I hear a "HEY!..."  I turn around and it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;theBouncer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and he says "How you going to ask for a shot and then leave? Come back in here."  I laugh and of course oblige.  When I get back in there he has 2 shots in hand says he's already done 2 so these are for you and your girl.  Shortly after the lights come on and of course time to leave.  Well my friend is still standing around and wants a drink...I look over and see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Youngin'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with his friends and their bottles.  So I tell her come one.  We walk over and I ask him to pour my girl a drink and he obliges.  She's happy....great.  On the way out &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;theBouncer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; stops me and says "I'm not looking for a girlfriend, but I definitely need to get to know you."  The honesty was refreshing and if ANYTHING lol, that is a good hook-up ha!  So I give him my number (my phone has died) and tell him to text me later so I have his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now after the club, I hit up Chuck and P to see where they are at.  We are not that far from P's house, and I know they are still up.  My girl is cool with it and we head that direction.  While this is going on she is communicating with her guy friend that we went up there to meet.  Now she's got history with this guy, so it then turns into this unnecessarily deep contemplation...she tells me she wants to see him...should she invite him over to the room?...I tell her, well if you do that you know what it's about and you know what he's expecting....(It's 3am....hotel room...etc) She knows he's like that as well....she's doing the whole I don't want to do that..so I tell her don't then and don't see him....after 20min of back and forth with him she chooses to see him.  So I stop at a gas station and he picks her up.  I tell her look, you got til 6am to do what you do then I'm coming back.  I went to P's house and chilled there.  I get a text message at 5:30 am "Hey girl. I f'd up."...now I'm like WTF happened etc....she then tells me I could have came back an hour ago.....apparently they did the deed dude said I'm going to get more condoms be right back...never came back..............(you are like &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DAAAAAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; right now huh?...yeah i know)  At this point I just want to sleep in the hotel room with the hotel bed with the hotel pillows that I paid half for.........I don't want to have no "acting real female" discussion at no 6am..I'm tired...lol  I walk in and she's awake texting..I don't say anything...I just shower change, step over condom wrapper and go to bed!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next morning.....wake up....she has to be back to be at work by 3pm...and I don't have to be in until 4pm.  So we know we have to get on the road by 12:30 at the latest...just to be safe...so as we are getting up and ready of course discussions of what happened take place...my whole opinion was if he didn't say BRB...it wouldn't have been f'd up...but you can't beat yourself up over it now...it happened he made a choice...you made a choice...time to move on....there is no need for a deep discussion on being respectful and feeling whore-ish....it was sex, you knew that going into it...you weren't being a whore....2 consenting adults...(she's slept with him in the past)...stop getting caught up in your feelings...Not trying to be mean, but it wasn't worth her energy....weeeeeelllllll if you read my &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-of-week-62909.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOTW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you would know that she had a situation back in Austin.......in some ass backwards way, this f'd up moment made her turn to her other f'd up moment.  It's like you have a piece of crap in your left hand...clearly crap...then with your right hand you pick up another piece of crap....this one isn't as big but it stinks just a little bit more....makes you think well the one in my left hand isn't so bad...&gt;WRONG!!!&lt;....CRAP IS CRAP!...she tells dude in Austin she slept with another guy.....and yes CRAP HITS THE FAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next 2 hrs...we go to brunch...then get on the road....the whole time the following threats are coming through "I'm going to kill you"...."That bitch you are with can get it too".."I know where you are"....."Get home now"...mind you he is sitting outside her apartment the whole time.....&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;RED FLAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...call the cops.....time for you to stop dealing with this guy........and now I'm in fear of my safety as well.......I'm driving home just over this drama...(not even mine)....on the way back she's contacted the police...called in to work (told them way too much information a simple I have personal emergency would have done....)....I drop her at her sister's under the assumption she is going to file a report etc..............I go to work (people at work now know and are asking me questions)....I get off leave her a message that people are asking etc...I watch a movie and call it a night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAMN....sorry so long...I left out little details here and there LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how was my weekend?............not sure how to answer that LOL....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**UPDATE: Found out this morning that she met up with him that night and talked to him...said he wasn't acting like he was threatening and just cried....cops came and she didn't file a report...she said she told him she is going to counseling and he should come too...**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1546169867284703634?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1546169867284703634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1546169867284703634&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1546169867284703634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1546169867284703634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-weekendgoodbadworselong-read.html' title='My Weekend...Good..Bad...Worse...(long read)'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4407311275971264849</id><published>2009-06-29T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:36:33.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 6/29/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Good advice is often annoying - bad advice never is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- French Proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week TOTW is inevitably inspired by a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;current&lt;/span&gt; situation a friend of mine is in that has brought about alot of emotion...thought...self-reflection...and self-assessment. I ultimately believe that with every obstacle or challenge (directly or indirectly) one should always take the opportunity to look inward instead of projecting outward. The details of her situation would make this blog entry entirely too long. So I will try to give an accurate account that at least gives you an idea of the current status, and I will try to be unbiased. This friend of mine has been in a "relationship" with this guy for a little over 2 months. She enjoys single life, has told him this, but he has made it clear he wants to be with her. She has a clear view of his intentions, and tells him she is not ready for that committment but they can work towards that. She will not and does not "date" other people, and she tells him it is his choice to stick around. They spend a good amount of time together, he spends the night several times a week. He helps her around her apartment and also with some bills. He starts to present very jealous and possesive ways, as many of their nights the topic of discussion is about her being with him and once again the discussion of that's not what she wants right now, and him wanting that. Over the weekend this behavior of his escalated to serious threats of safety and well-being as my friend stated she wanted to "break-up". When I say they escalated, I mean having to call the police for fear of life escalated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become very frustrated with this situation primarily because the current status of this situation could have been avoided, should have been avoided and terminated several times and much sooner. So while on one hand I feel for my friend and the state of fear and confusion this has put her in, on the other hand she is partly responsible for it. &lt;em&gt;(That would be another blog for another day.) &lt;/em&gt;The other frustration I have (which is where this TOTW is stemming from) is that she has been sharing this story with lots of people, mutual friends and others. The "advice" or reactions she has been getting from others pretty much places all blame on this guy. Which please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mistake my stance, this guy is psycho, and I genuinely believe he is capable of acting out on these threats. What I am saying is often times &lt;em&gt;especially women&lt;/em&gt;, we tend to what I call "act real female". I don't mean that in a derrogatory sense, but we just tend to fuel our words and actions with so much emotion that we completely ignore the big picture. We get into the &lt;em&gt;"Yeah girl I can't believe that." "Oh it was completely his fault." "No girl you didn't do anything wrong."&lt;/em&gt; Even when we know something isn't right...and there is a deeper underlying issue there. So we enable our sisters and friends to continue this false sense of understanding instead of a solid foundation of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, I encourage all of you (not just ladies), to not just take heed to the advice you accept or dismiss, but also to that which you give. Hearing the truth is hard, and giving it is even harder. I know in the mix of things it's often tough to see clearly, but just remember, sometimes that "annoying advice" might be exactly what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4407311275971264849?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4407311275971264849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4407311275971264849&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4407311275971264849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4407311275971264849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-of-week-62909.html' title='Thought of the Week: 6/29/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-275029741424572368</id><published>2009-06-27T03:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:26:15.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>Drunk Chronicles: 6/27/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}href=" com="" albums="" cc10="" mysacphotos="" mikeink="" 20only=""&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 503px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc10/mysacphotos/mikeink/pictures%20only/alwaysdrunk.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok..so that picture..not entirely true...i'm DEFINITELY NOT drunk all the time....but uummm i typed in "I'm Drunk" and THAT's what I GOT! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok...so this was definitely NOT the plan tonite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made some brownies for my fav bartenders (as they requested)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured 1-2 drinks then come home......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAH right....the drinks just kept appearing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No shots tonite...just lots of Malibu/Pineapples...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More malibu than Pineapple.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the hell is it about drinking and frickin random food habits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkXVWLFKw6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/onXQi-mPbC8/s1600-h/jackinabox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkXVWLFKw6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/onXQi-mPbC8/s200/jackinabox.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351918309108007842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack In a Crack late night.........BOMB DIGGITY...however now that I am home at look at this bag LIKE what the hell Jillian..you aren't even going to eat all this shit..........i ordered some random ass shit...............what a waste............................it's the pictures I tell you...you sit in that drive thru TOO damn long and the pictures start talkin to you...................................I WILL however DEFINITELY be eating these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkXVWeu5_jI/AAAAAAAAArE/HZ-5VmfTbyw/s1600-h/sirloinburgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkXVWeu5_jI/AAAAAAAAArE/HZ-5VmfTbyw/s200/sirloinburgers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351918314383343154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn mini sirloin burgers...............YUUUUUUM...so damn good.....................yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So aNYWay......good unexxpected night.......no complaints.....ran into a guy i went on a date with a while back then never really heard from again....all of a sudden he's in my koolaid.......HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that the King of Hearts is the only King without a mustache?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to be at work in less than 6hrs..............BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then again what's new..............i'm typing with one eye open and watching burn notice..............ggreat wow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY SATURDAY MJOOOOOOOOOOOORNING!??!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-275029741424572368?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/275029741424572368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=275029741424572368&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/275029741424572368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/275029741424572368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/drunk-chronicles-62709.html' title='Drunk Chronicles: 6/27/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkXVWLFKw6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/onXQi-mPbC8/s72-c/jackinabox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-6252782092001607574</id><published>2009-06-26T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:13:08.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetic thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Poetic Thoughts: To My Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cqcapd.state.ny.us/Publications/DisAwarenessPast/images/friends2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cqcapd.state.ny.us/Publications/DisAwarenessPast/images/friends2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giiiiiiirl...first of all you know I love you right?&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the decisions you make&lt;br /&gt;You know my friendship is 100% real...morning, noon, and night&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not telling you things you don't already know&lt;br /&gt;But just bare with me as I speak them again&lt;br /&gt;This will not be another "I told you so"&lt;br /&gt;But I told you these things so...&lt;br /&gt;When you are struggling with self&lt;br /&gt;You have a foundation of truth and strength to rely&lt;br /&gt;I told you these things so...When things fall apart you won't have to search for why?&lt;br /&gt;You will know that all things start with you..begin with an "I"&lt;br /&gt;I always try to approach things realisticly&lt;br /&gt;So let's be realistic...he&lt;br /&gt;Has given you signs of the present reality before&lt;br /&gt;Often times the things in plain site, we try to ignore&lt;br /&gt;The situation has taken another turn for the worse&lt;br /&gt;Once again you find yourself saying "This is not what I deserve"&lt;br /&gt;And you're right you don't&lt;br /&gt;It frustrates me that you know what to do...you just won't&lt;br /&gt;But as my emotions rise, I am calmly reminded of what's right&lt;br /&gt;This Jillian is not your battle to fight&lt;br /&gt;I can express my concerns and should leave it at that&lt;br /&gt;The true definition of having your back&lt;br /&gt;Is to love you unconditionally flaws and all&lt;br /&gt;And to be there no matter what should you fall&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that my bursts of frustration are all out of love&lt;br /&gt;I only "flip out" because I genuinely care that much&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect by any means&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing what I have come to know&lt;br /&gt;Giving you my experience of "you reap what you sow"&lt;br /&gt;To perhaps save you the pain I went through&lt;br /&gt;Because you're my girlfriend..and that's just what good girlfriends do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I swear though...if he hurts you in &lt;strong&gt;ANY&lt;/strong&gt; way...I'll cut his ass!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-6252782092001607574?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6252782092001607574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=6252782092001607574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6252782092001607574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6252782092001607574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/poetic-thoughts-to-my-girlfriends.html' title='Poetic Thoughts: To My Girlfriends'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-5886921401663409921</id><published>2009-06-25T01:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:37:55.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do you want to know wednesdays'/><title type='text'>What Do You Want To Know: 6/24/09</title><content type='html'>A little late....lol but better late then never lol...Life happens! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post I will answer 2 questions, because the answers are relatively short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whoismich.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michy Mich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;asked &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is the best meal you can cook?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really love cooking, especially for others. I don't think I've pinpointed the what one could consider the BEST meal, however, I will tell you what my easiest meal is and my favorite to cook whenever cooking for someone for the first time. It's SUPER easy, it tastes GREAT, and it tastes even better the next day as leftovers! My mother showed me how to make this growing up. When I started living with my mother and step-father, they were both workaholics. (HA look at me go figure right!) So when my step-sister and I would get home, we would be responsible for making dinner. My mom always left explicit instructions on how to do everything. I don't have a name for this dish, but one of my best friends Will deemed it "Earth Chicken". So anytime we see each other, he requests that I make "Earth Chicken".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 package of Boneless Skinless Chicken Thighs or Breasts (taste better with Thighs *hey now stop it* lol)&lt;br /&gt;- 2 cans of Cream of Mushroom&lt;br /&gt;- 1 package of Frozen Peas&lt;br /&gt;- Seasoning: Garlic Salt, Garlic Powder, Salt, &amp;amp; Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season the chicken to your liking with the Garlic Salt/Garlic Powder, Salt, &amp;amp; Pepper. Cook chicken in a non-stick pot or large skillet. Make sure chicken is cooked thoroughly. Once cooked you can do 1 of 2 things here. You can remove the chicken and place it in a baking pan, and add the cream of mushroom and peas. Bake at about 350 for about 20-25min. You can also choose to brown the chicken about 2/3 then bake it longer. Second option is to just add the cream of mushroom and peas to the pot, mix until nice and warm. Now I usually serve this with/over rice (I love rice!!). In any case, it's quick, easy, and very tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinksundrops.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pink Sun Drops&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;asked &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What are your five favorite places to go in Austin?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in Austin now for a year and a half. I must say this city is FULL of SO MANY places to go. I feel that I having even scratched the surface yet. Something I must definitely work on moving forward. So I'll try to spread out the types of places when answering this: &lt;em&gt;(links to each place, so feel free to click and see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bar/Lounge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sixlounge.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six Lounge &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I love the people there they take care of me. That is USUALLY where I end up on a Friday/Saturday night. Had my birthday here too! If you ever come to visit me we are DEFINITELY going there! lol)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Shows/Plays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.austintheatre.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paramount Theater &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The setting of this place is fantastic. No real bad seat in the house, and I watched several movies there during the Austin Film Festival. It's also right in the heart of downtown!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Theater:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.drafthouse.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alamo Drafthouse&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(Never seen anything like this until I moved to Austin. Movie Theater/Restaurant. Full menu w/ bar while watching a movie. It's great!!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Park:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.auditoriumshoresaustin.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auditorium Shores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://austin.smallplanetguide.com/rentals/index.php?p=zilker_park_austin"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zilker Park&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(I love both places. They each hold numerous concerts and events like SXSW, ACL, and other festivals. Auditorium Shores is right downtown, great running paths/trails. Zilker is huge and is also next to Barton Springs, but they have this Play in the Park series. It's an outdoor theater, and you just show up with your blanket and some food and watch a full length play once it gets dark. Last year I saw Beauty and the Beast, it was great!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Restaurant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.paggihouse.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paggi House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This is a very hard choice because Austin has the most restaurants per capita in the US. So I just recently ate there and it is my favorite SO FAR hahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the questions ladies!...If you have any questions please feel free to post them &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-want-to-know-wednesdays.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other What Do You Want To Know Posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-want-to-know-61009.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why did you start your blog?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-want-to-know-61709.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What made you leave home after graduation?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-to-know-me.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Getting to Know Me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....tell you more about me next Wednesday....(on Wednesday lol)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-5886921401663409921?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5886921401663409921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=5886921401663409921&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5886921401663409921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5886921401663409921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-want-to-know-62409.html' title='What Do You Want To Know: 6/24/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-2684512639721344811</id><published>2009-06-24T14:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:40:44.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Shut your SUBPOENA UP-date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so many of you may already know that a week or so ago.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_got_served_tshirt-p235655847672088327traj_210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my newbies....you can see the full story with illustration &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-servedno-really.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (click the image to get a better view)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And more info &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/subpoena-updateand-somethin-to-make-you.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That should put you up to speed with the present and this update lol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So obviously Monday was to be the day...12pm rolls around...no call..I contact P and Chuck...no call for them either...I call around 5pm left a message for Shirley the lovely Witness Coordinator...(she really sounds super sweet)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For some reason this is how I picture her in my head.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wic.org/bio/imagebio/what-are-they-up-to-Betty-White.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just loved Rose from the Golden Girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AnyWAY....I call her the next day (Tuesday)...and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;LORD AND BEHOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I receive the following news &lt;em&gt;(in the sweetest voice might I add) :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You will be receiving another subpoena as they have re-scheduled the court date."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So the Subpoena Saga continues..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*oh by the way, Chuck got a subpoena too hahaha...*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*by the way WAY....if they ask me to identify her....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-2684512639721344811?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2684512639721344811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=2684512639721344811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2684512639721344811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2684512639721344811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/shut-your-subpoena-up-date.html' title='Shut your SUBPOENA UP-date!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4727757565399056326</id><published>2009-06-24T09:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:32:43.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Peep Show to the left! (dammit)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkJD9lXBNPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/gE5ph_OaHaE/s1600-h/shirt-edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350914032549311730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkJD9lXBNPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/gE5ph_OaHaE/s200/shirt-edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I look down as I sit at my desk....This is so unacceptable..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this seems to be a reoccurring problem for me and button-up..button-down (whatever you prefer) shirts....even some dresses that I have with buttons in that area.......always between button 2 &amp;amp; 3....Now LADIES I know someone if not all of you can relate....(or at least I hope)....because it is such a damn distraction and irritant.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe one needs to wear a different bra?...I know automatic response is "Your boobs are too big"...they really aren't...aaaand I even wore my non-padded-no-push-up-plain ole regular bra and still.....&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PEEP SHIRT SHOW&lt;/span&gt;....not only is it a physical annoyance..but now ALL day I will think anybody standing to the left of me gets a free FLASH of my right boob. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ladies (or men if you know lol)...outside of telling me to get a bigger shirt (which if I get it bigger I'll look frumpy &lt;em&gt;no offense to the frumpily happy&lt;/em&gt;)...or telling me to safety pin it (which will then create 3 little peep shows).....any other suggestions? Feel free to tell me I'm S.O.L. just deal with it.........LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4727757565399056326?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4727757565399056326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4727757565399056326&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4727757565399056326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4727757565399056326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/peep-show-to-left-dammit.html' title='Peep Show to the left! (dammit)'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SkJD9lXBNPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/gE5ph_OaHaE/s72-c/shirt-edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-7106264369074384123</id><published>2009-06-23T10:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:56:30.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>TUESDAY TOON: Get in the ZONE!...Kiss me thru the Phone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL...something a LIIIIIIIITLE different not really a TOON...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still funny heheehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; parter (&lt;em&gt;that's not a word I know&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://longorshortcapital.com/wp-content/attractiveness_scale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: So tell me do you think this graph is accurate??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you who are having a little trouble...lol the High Mental Attractiveness/Low Physical Attractiveness = Friend Zone.....Low Mental Attractiveness/High Physical Attractiveness = F Buddy Zone....then the rest in between you get it right? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Yesterday on my way to work I was listening to the radio. They talked about saving numbers in cell phones...how people tend to do that JUST IN CASE....etc...granted everyone has their reasons for saving numbers whether it be to call just in case or to mark as DO NOT ANSWER lol.....then THIS question came up and I will pose it to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In your phone contacts RIGHT NOW...how many people have you made out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(don't want to use &lt;em&gt;hook up&lt;/em&gt; as that seems to have different definitions to everyone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For some of you this may take some time...but in the words of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katt Williams: "It's okay..I can wait..." LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legitimate make out LOL...none of this, "Well one time when I was walking by he turned this way and I turned that way at the same time and we kind of kissed" stuff...lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My answer:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-7106264369074384123?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7106264369074384123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=7106264369074384123&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7106264369074384123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7106264369074384123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-toon-get-in-zonekiss-me-thru.html' title='TUESDAY TOON: Get in the ZONE!...Kiss me thru the Phone??'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-7726725587929397434</id><published>2009-06-22T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:30:29.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 6/22/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life is the art of drawing without an eraser."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- John W. Gardner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks TOTW is clearly inspired by what transpired &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-release-youi-release-myselfinsert.html"&gt;last night&lt;/a&gt;. (I say that like an altercation occurred, it didn't.) No long drawn out explanation this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I encourage all of you to embrace your life. All of it. The good, the bad, the ugly, the I wish that never happened, the I hate yous, the devastating, the great...all of it. In the depths of our lows, in those moments, we always tend to feel like "ugh I just wish I could erase that portion of my life". However, that's the gift and the curse I suppose of life. Your life is your work of art, flaws and all. Sometimes, that one flaw or one "i wish it never happened" moment, is the catalyst to something beautiful....something phenomenal....something....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-7726725587929397434?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7726725587929397434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=7726725587929397434&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7726725587929397434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7726725587929397434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-of-week-62209.html' title='Thought of the Week: 6/22/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1577194315960830403</id><published>2009-06-21T23:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:47:26.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetic thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationshits'/><title type='text'>I Release You....I Release Myself....*insert expletive*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2007/346/8/e/Exhale_idea_from_Lara_Jade_by_Sepirgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 241px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2007/346/8/e/Exhale_idea_from_Lara_Jade_by_Sepirgo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off I want to just scream all kinds of four letter words right now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember my mention of &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-want-to-know-61009.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nosey-itis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and why I don't have MySpace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just say I gave into temptation...and it hurt like suspected...expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I talk about &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;BasketballGuy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sparingly but never really anything negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never really much detail either...however...this is it.  Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has dipped in &amp;amp; out of my life for the last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear...he has to find some twisted satisfaction in fucking with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release you from my heart and soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release you from ever having control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release you from my unconditional love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release you from ever being in touch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release you completely from my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release you from ever consuming anymore of my time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release myself from feeling concerned&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release myself from ever again being burned&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release myself from giving to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release myself from defending what isn't true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release myself from the pain I let continue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release myself from all that is you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I release..I exhale you out...you exist no more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I inhale a better me as this one tear hits the floor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I release myself from you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Fuckin MySpace! Ugh you are so fuckin stupid!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1577194315960830403?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1577194315960830403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1577194315960830403&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1577194315960830403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1577194315960830403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-release-youi-release-myselfinsert.html' title='I Release You....I Release Myself....*insert expletive*'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1632312581169341293</id><published>2009-06-21T17:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:23:36.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>I...AM..NUMBER 1...LMAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sj6wSmyhY9I/AAAAAAAAAqc/I7gGX08PchE/s1600-h/googleme.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sj6wSmyhY9I/AAAAAAAAAqc/I7gGX08PchE/s400/googleme.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349907241059312594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hilarious....look it's me....&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Google "&lt;i&gt;Drunk Chronicles&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ROFLMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;***Taking over the world...one drunk blog post at a time!!!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1632312581169341293?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1632312581169341293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1632312581169341293&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1632312581169341293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1632312581169341293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/iamnumber-1lmao.html' title='I...AM..NUMBER 1...LMAO'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sj6wSmyhY9I/AAAAAAAAAqc/I7gGX08PchE/s72-c/googleme.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4740049344030797233</id><published>2009-06-20T20:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:47:43.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid grocery store people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>20 items or less BIIIAAAATTCHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1240/828681539_1fb3180f5d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1240/828681539_1fb3180f5d_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I am a big SELF CHECK-OUT fan at grocery stores and other places that offer such...I mean of course I feel like who better to check myself out THEN ME!...plus who DOESN'T love scanning their items lol...you know when you were a kid you just thought that scanner was the COOLEST thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(sidenote: I found this pic online...LOL..why is that guy in the orange shirt totally mean muggin?...bwahahaha...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But ANYWAY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;(favorite word ha!)&lt;/span&gt;...if you haven't noticed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;(you will now) &lt;/span&gt;that now most of the self check-outs are accompanied with a sign of 20 Items or Less...I'm sure there are SEVERAL reasons for this...the primary one being....MOST people don't know how to quickly scan their items pay for them and move the f on. &lt;i&gt;(Personally, I am a self check-out MASTER.  In fact many times I find myself offering my expertise to those who experience technical difficulties.) &lt;/i&gt;In any case, I am completely fine with this new stipulation to utilize the machine.  Most times I don't have more than 20 items...and let's be realistic, when you've got a whole damn cart full of shhhh it's just easier to pile it on the little conveyer belt and let the fine 16yr old scan your groceries at a much more rapid pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So on my way home from work I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few random items:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Tuna Steak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Salmon Filet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- WW Ice Cream Sandwiches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Laundry Detergent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Tampons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly I am a &lt;b&gt;QUALIFIED&lt;/b&gt; candidate for the Self Check-Out line.  Each area usually has 4 machines. So as I head that way, hand full obviously, I get there and all the stations are occupied. First machine on the left, it's a slow ass old lady.  First machine to the right, a young guy moving pretty quick, has a bout 20 items.  Second machine to the right, old ass guy, 10 items, moving a little slow but faster than the slow ass old lady. THEEEEN second machine to the left, I see this damn middle-aged lady with a cart like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://getmyshoppingdone.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/GroceryCart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 300px;" src="http://getmyshoppingdone.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/GroceryCart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SUNNUVA BUBBA MUTHA-SHUT YOUR MOUTH SPARXXX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(okay it wasn't like THAT full but it was clearly 50 items....nowhere NEAR 20 items or less requirement)&lt;/i&gt;  Now by the time I survey all this a 3 people have accumulated in the area as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;SIDE COMMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;: There is such a thing as LINE ETIQUETTE.  In situations like this there are 2 formations...the ONE line in the middle.  First available on either side goes to first person in line.  Then there is the 2 lines...one on the left one on the right.  Self-explanatory, if you are on the right you go to the machines on the right...on the left you go to the machines on the left.  Well, when I walked up a guy had too and he clearly started himself at the LEFT, not the center.  So I stood to the right.  If you start the 2 line formation, YOU STICK TO IT.  NO CROSSOVER.  This knucklehead tried to pull this on me, because well he was on the left side (slow ass old lady and 50+ item having in the 20 item or less self check-out middle-age lady). HEY TUFF BREAK!  You chose wrong!   I don't care if you got here first...should have stood in the middle fool!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...&lt;b&gt;THIS DAMN&lt;/b&gt; lady was just scanning along like this is OK!  Standing under the bright flashing sign that says 20 Items or Less.  So here is my problem.  First in general..common sense tells you, come the f on!!!  ONE, you KNOW you shouldn't be in this lane as your cart is filled, I KNOW you KNOW that WE all KNOW that you CLEARLY have more than 20 items. TWO, the damn grocery store workers don't SAY SHIT!  I'm sure managing all 4 machines from your little station at one time can be a little overwhelming, but REALLY, when this lady pulled up with her cart, he should have said "Ma'am, you need to have 20 items or less to use this." And sent her disgruntled ass on so the REST of us who just want to scan our 5 items can get the hell on!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I think should happen the machines should have an item lock limit.  So once you scan 20 items it automatically proceeds to check out!  Take the people interaction out of it I mean hell, since you don't have the balls enough on your own to tell someone to go to a different line.  Now if you want to be a dick about it and pay for 20 items at a time and still stay there, well you are just an ass anyway so do you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In closing...if you are a 20 item or less &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;VIOLATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; shame on you!!  I'm lenient, you know 21..maybe even 25, I don't particularly mind, but you selfish lazy impatient don't want to stand in line so I'm just going to the express lane because they won't tell me no, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;YOU NEED TO STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Because you KNOW as soon as you go to that line, 5 people with 3 items each show up behind you and they are all judging you and cursing you the hell out in their heads.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;(I'm one of them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am no longer going to hold my tongue whenever I see this in public anymore.  I will now be officially making comments to these individuals.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all....good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4740049344030797233?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4740049344030797233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4740049344030797233&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4740049344030797233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4740049344030797233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-items-or-less-biiiaaaattchhhh.html' title='20 items or less BIIIAAAATTCHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1240/828681539_1fb3180f5d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1733083922613581955</id><published>2009-06-19T09:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:23:38.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Contest Alerts and Other Random Things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:Okay first order of business....&lt;a href="http://smo17.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stephie J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (another fabulous lady up NORTH lol..)..is having her first contest...it's a very cute giveway of a few things...definitely go check her out.....NOW I would typically insert my usual SABATAOGING statement here to you know check her out follow but don't participate in the contest because you'll decrease my chances of winning...............but that hasn't worked thus far........SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....I'll shall simply say.....it's better to give than to receive..........................................LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out Contest &lt;a href="http://smo17.blogspot.com/2009/06/contest.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.................or &lt;a href="http://smo17.blogspot.com/2009/06/contest.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;........or even &lt;a href="http://smo17.blogspot.com/2009/06/contest.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I put up a new widget....hehehehee...what a great word....&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;WIDGET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;....say it fast 5 times...widget &lt;em&gt;widget&lt;/em&gt; widget &lt;em&gt;widget&lt;/em&gt; widget.......ROFLMAO....***I DIGRESS***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway...I put up a Drunk Chronicles widget (to the right....below the &lt;strong&gt;Open Toe Shoe Pledge&lt;/strong&gt;...which ladies if you haven't signed YOU NEED TO!!!!...)...so feel free to see the many random things I report about while intoxicated...if I'm not too intoxicated to report...LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Drunk Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I'm not a lush I just blog about it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: One more day left to get in on my special &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; proposal that I posted on June 12th. Check it out &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-youand-welcomenot-youre-welcome.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;em&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/em&gt; EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1733083922613581955?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1733083922613581955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1733083922613581955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1733083922613581955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1733083922613581955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/contest-alerts-and-other-random-things.html' title='Contest Alerts and Other Random Things....'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-962220468911497258</id><published>2009-06-17T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:54:30.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do you want to know wednesdays'/><title type='text'>What Do You Want To Know: 6/17/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubu.lt/darbai/paveikslai/leaving-home1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bubu.lt/darbai/paveikslai/leaving-home1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Bon Don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i would link you to her blog but she's private!!..) &lt;/span&gt;asked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"What made you leave home right after graduation?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The surface answer to this question was that simply I was ready to go. I had been ready to leave the island. It just was not for me, and I always felt I just belonged in a different environment. Please do not take this as I didn't love, accept, or embrace my culture. I love where I come from and the rich history, but there are some aspects of what as a culture is deemed "what you should do" that I just never agreed with and never felt comfortable with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mentioned in my "&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-to-know-me.html"&gt;Getting To Know Me&lt;/a&gt;" blog that my parents divorced when I was 2yrs old. My mother moved to the island of Oahu for a while then eventually back to Guam. I remained with my father on the island of Hawaii until I was about 10. So for a good 8yrs I really racked up some frequent flyer miles. Now obviously this was waaaay back when security wasn't so crazy at the airport and you could wait at gate for someone etc. I was an unaccompanied minor, so I always remembered getting special treatment from the stewardesses. Extra cookies were my favorite! Travelling between parents was "normal" to me. I would see my mother at LEAST once a year sometimes twice, January and summer time. Now remember I was their only child. Growing up with my father was well, pretty lonely, but I didn't really mind or notice really. By the time I was 5, I was already dressing myself for school and making my lunches. During this time, it obviously taught me independence, but it also made me somewhat detached, or someone who can easily detached. You see, all my cousins, grew up with each other, went to schools together etc. I was the cousin you saw during holidays or special occassions. So this bond and sense of family connection that you build at that age, was never created for me. I always felt different...my mind was always on the possibilities and not just settling for what was considered the cultural norm or cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Guam to live with my mom at age 11, it was a bit of a culture shock. I was living in a 2 parent home and was consistently around more family than I knew what to do with. However, even then, I went to a private school. I wasn't really into the same things as they were, and oh the thought of moving away from the island was just mind boggling. That lifestyle however, I've always known just was not for me. So when graduation came I was already set on leaving. There was a guy at the time, we'll call him &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NavyGuy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that I was seriously dating. His ship was getting stationed out in Japan for a while, so even more of a reason to leave sooner. Granted I probably would have stayed if he asked me to, but glad he didn't. (Complete sidenote: I still keep in contact with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NavyGuy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today.) Graduated in May, and I was on a plane to Phoenix, AZ in June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I needed find a place that was more "my speed" that didn't feel so limiting. In a sense, I suppose I always felt like an outsider. So I needed find a place that I could make my own, and perhaps find others who didn't see my decision or train of thought as mind boggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to leave to well...find "me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope that answered your question Bon Don!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel free to leave any questions &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-want-to-know-wednesdays.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (original post) or in any of these posts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Tell you more about me next Wednesday!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-962220468911497258?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/962220468911497258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=962220468911497258&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/962220468911497258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/962220468911497258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-want-to-know-61709.html' title='What Do You Want To Know: 6/17/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-648887469153462780</id><published>2009-06-16T21:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:27:02.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetic thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>To My Broken-Hearted Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"And though there are times that I hate you 'cause I can't erase&lt;br /&gt;The times that you hurt me and put tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;And even now while I hate you it pains me to stay&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be there at the end of the day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Beyonce - "Broken-Hearted Girl&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stjosham.on.ca/images/imagesSTJ/Foundation/iStock_Heart&amp;amp;Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.stjosham.on.ca/images/imagesSTJ/Foundation/iStock_Heart&amp;amp;Hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hold your heart with a gentle strong embrace.  &lt;div&gt;* Realize that what you hold in those hands is sacred and one of the greatest gifts you can give any individual.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Do not become hard to love...and do not be afraid to love hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Remember that people can only hurt you as much as you let them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The only person that can fix you is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Even though your head keeps you focused, your heart keeps you in touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Sometimes you have to remind your heart that just because it feels good, doesn't mean it is good for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Do not underestimate yourself...you are more resilient than you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Let the scars on your heart that others have left behind remind you of how strong you really are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Never lose the love you have inside because of someone elses mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Put your love and energy into that which you can control and nothing else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Know that it's okay to lose yourself in love, just don't lose &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Remember that barriers keep people out, while boundaries just remind people what is acceptable/unacceptable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;***ALWAYS REMEMBER...TO LOVE YOU FIRST...*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had my fair share of broken-heart moments.  It is never pleasant and there are always tears.  However, as they say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, and that is completely true, if you want it to be.  My heart may be a little damaged..a little chipped here and there, but has it ever truly been broken?  I don't think so...because I'm still here...and I still love just as hard, if not harder now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all my ladies who feel or have felt like a broken-hearted girl...you're heart isn't broken honey.  There may be a little scratch....or a cut....but it's not broken.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;You are not broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-648887469153462780?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/648887469153462780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=648887469153462780&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/648887469153462780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/648887469153462780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-broken-hearted-girls.html' title='To My Broken-Hearted Girls'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-478887749273852677</id><published>2009-06-16T14:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:48:34.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>TUESDAY TOON: Self-Esteem Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today...I am so not feeling well...I think whatever I ate at dinner last night just DID NOT agree with my stomach....I was up all night...and all morning I feel like I have a bunch of little people doing Billy Bo Tae Bo in my stomach........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOWEVER....one can't forget the TUESDAY TOON...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Matt/all-the-more-reason-to-continue-drinking.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348013750400855042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sjf2K8aMLAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Wb45tBlLIJ0/s320/all-the-more-reason-to-continue-drinking.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't lie....ya'll know ya'll have had a moment like this before LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what J would call a "Tuff Break".........LMAO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soooo...ever had a moment like this??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Captions Always Welcome As Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-478887749273852677?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/478887749273852677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=478887749273852677&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/478887749273852677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/478887749273852677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-toon-self-esteem-killer.html' title='TUESDAY TOON: Self-Esteem Killer'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Sjf2K8aMLAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Wb45tBlLIJ0/s72-c/all-the-more-reason-to-continue-drinking.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1164361502363213779</id><published>2009-06-15T21:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:11:50.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recollection....(only 1 pic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL...weeeeeeelll there was no Drunk Chronicle post this weekend....uumm because well Jillian was I think too drunk to chronicle....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In any case....Friday was low key...was asked to go out...and just was not feeling it...ladies you ever have those nights?  You try on everything in your closet and nothing feels right looks right you just are not feeling sexy or cute AT ALL...so I just ended up going to see The Hangover with C....aaaaaaaaand YES like everyone says...IT IS HI-LAR-I-OUS!!?!?!?!...a MUST SEE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fast forward it's Saturday....I do my usual gym work...get off around 4ish...go home to relax...now I know that Patrick (my friend who got a subpoena too..read story here) is coming to town...but I'm still planning on just staying in...well I get a phone call from hmmmm we will call him Mr.Yeah Right...(lots of stories there)...he had called me Friday night to come out but I didn't...he calls me when I'm on my way home from work talking about coming out...I give the I'm really not feeling like it when I pretty much get the "Shut your ass up...we got you covered all night...just get your ass ready tonight and come out"...it wasn't that blunt but that's the straight translation....Patrick calls when he gets in and I tell him that I'm thinking of just chilling at home...to which I get the "Oh this is not an option...I don't know what you think this is...you're coming out."...so I call C and tell her she has to come too LOL and she's down..(I LOVE HER)....after getting a nap in...I head out to find something to wear....so after shopping around for like 2hrs...I find something to put together....now this is the ONLY pic I have of the night lol..because one was having too much fun to remember to take pictures....boooooo!...and I know I know I'm half covering my face and the flower in my hair...blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SjcE9pczVaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OXeqSZuqVoo/s1600-h/meblackwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SjcE9pczVaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OXeqSZuqVoo/s320/meblackwhite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347748539670943138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooh and I wore these shoes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b107/ASHLEYDANE/blog/MERRIEE_BLACK-PATENT_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b107/ASHLEYDANE/blog/MERRIEE_BLACK-PATENT_zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soo the business huh?...I LOVE those shoes...but in any case...my SATURDAY NIGHT was just A-MA-ZING....talk about everything just on point lol...free parking....free drinks...just everything going right...lol....ONE minor snag...but I had a GREEEEEAT time...I really did...lol Patrick drove me and C home...lol....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did wake up the next morning however HATING life....AND I still went to work!!!...only up side was I didn't have to do league so I got to come home earlier than later and remind myself why I shouldn't drink so much....LOL....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nonetheless....OVERALL...good weekend!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1164361502363213779?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1164361502363213779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1164361502363213779&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1164361502363213779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1164361502363213779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-recollectiononly-1-pic.html' title='Weekend Recollection....(only 1 pic)'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SjcE9pczVaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OXeqSZuqVoo/s72-c/meblackwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-8018913673608397267</id><published>2009-06-15T10:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:28:04.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 6/15/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good judgement comes from experience,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and experience comes from bad judgment."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Fred Brooks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks TOTW is actually the quote I put on my monthly report out books to my managers, but it rings true with my experience this weekend, particularly Saturday. Let me tell you, for whatever reason, I was just having an ON night when I went out. LOL You ever just have one of those nights, where you feel good, you look good, and everything is just going your way. You are turning heads, thing are being offered to you, and it's just an all around damn good night. You aren't doing anything different from any other night, something is just in the air. That was definitely my Saturday night. Of course though however, there always has to be that ONE thing that makes you stop and pump the brakes like "seriously". It was definitely in this moment, that DESPITE the alcohol, my "experience" held me down and I handled the situation extremely well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not hit me until the next day when I reflected on the situation and how it all went down. I just told myself had this been a year and a half ago, I would have totally made an ass out of myself. Granted, the situation still sucked and hurt JUST a little, but I haven't lost sleep over it. In an awkward way, it has kind of made me appreciate my previous "bad judgment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I encourage all of you to reflect on the changes you've made or have noticed because of your &lt;em&gt;experience&lt;/em&gt;. Take a look at how the choices you have made and perhaps realize how had you not gone through &lt;em&gt;drama X, Y, and Z&lt;/em&gt; you perhaps would not have exercised the &lt;strong&gt;good judgment&lt;/strong&gt; you do now. That is the beautiful thing about life, choices are infinite. So don't be too afraid about gaining experience in this game of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;= Know Your Greatness =&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-8018913673608397267?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8018913673608397267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=8018913673608397267&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8018913673608397267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8018913673608397267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-of-week-61509.html' title='Thought of the Week: 6/15/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1512785746274161899</id><published>2009-06-15T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:57:35.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muck fonday'/><title type='text'>Muck Friggin Fon-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/84/265739433_3dc148aa93_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/84/265739433_3dc148aa93_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**HOPPED UP OUT THE BEEEEEEEEEED........**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;left work forgot my PHOOOOONE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm phone-less for the day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......realized when I got to work that I forgot to send out report on Friday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I mention I forgot my phone??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*just thought of something....i'll feel lame to go home and not have any messages...LMAO...don't go sending me a message either J hahahaha just so I'll have a message...or you either JaG!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY MUCK FONDAY TO YOU ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1512785746274161899?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1512785746274161899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1512785746274161899&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1512785746274161899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1512785746274161899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/muck-friggin-fon-day.html' title='Muck Friggin Fon-day!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-6317718148571896178</id><published>2009-06-12T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:57:33.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scene setting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetic thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Scene Setting - Part 3 of 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/scene-setting-part-1-of-4.html"&gt;Part 1 of 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrjagcasanova.blogspot.com/2009/04/scene-setting-part-2-of-4.html"&gt;Part 2 of 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...the door came open and there she stood..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That was fast" were my first words to him...smirk on my face..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shirt still unbuttoned...I really didn't care...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I chuckled to myself because I know what he and his friends call me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The rising temperature due to lack of cool air begins to take it's toll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I step aside and let him in...not much conversation...think I make him nervous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;His clothing still looks neatly pressed...must've been a slow day...probably sleeping&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet he smells good...he always smells good..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As he makes his way to the back I sit back down on the couch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lean back...close my eyes.....and wait...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sound of the fan blades making revolutions begins to lull me back to sleep...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;CRASH!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I stand up...."what the hell...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(to be continued...JaG)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-6317718148571896178?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6317718148571896178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=6317718148571896178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6317718148571896178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6317718148571896178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/scene-setting-part-3-of-4.html' title='Scene Setting - Part 3 of 4'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-7166348554434980422</id><published>2009-06-12T14:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:41:16.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Subpoena UPDATE...and somethin to make you L-O-L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called today and talked to the "Witness Coordinator"....hehehehe...about this here &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-servedno-really.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subpoena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I received...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOOD news is that I may not need to show up at all....she said on June 22 she will find out if they need me or not...she will call me by 12pm if needed. If not I am to call her around 4pm that day to find out case status etc....So that's a little relief...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well as I finish up this call...I start to really LOOK at the Subpoena...when I got it I had selective reading....LOL..just saw Subpoena...Witness....Date....Call.....etc....weelll.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-still laughing-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the offense is Driving While Intoxicated......the girls name....aka Drunk Bitch Car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARGARITA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cscc.edu/Update/images/laughing.smileface2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;*ROFLMAO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .....oh man..I crack myself up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY YA'LL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-7166348554434980422?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7166348554434980422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=7166348554434980422&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7166348554434980422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7166348554434980422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/subpoena-updateand-somethin-to-make-you.html' title='Subpoena UPDATE...and somethin to make you L-O-L'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-6047105604616454912</id><published>2009-06-12T11:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:53:03.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><title type='text'>THANK YOU...and WELCOME....(not you're welcome lol)..and something Special...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/2086641_23234fb0f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/2086641_23234fb0f8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so I like the picture because of the arrow..and it's kinda like if you tilt your head it could be pointing at the side where my Followers are listed hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i digress...sorry saw something shiny!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway...as you can already see this is a HUGE THANK YOU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no wait...THIS is a: (you say huge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all of you who have followed me for quite some time....can't believe over 100...hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and especially to those of you who comment faithfully...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always look forward to your words of wisdom, humor, sarcasm, and encouragement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all contribute to my sanity....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also WELCOME to you newbies!!!....I have connected with a lot of new bloggers and I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a special "proposal" of sorts...and it's completely up to you if you'd like to participate :)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my current 114 Followers....email me your mailing address by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;June 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for something special :)....(i can tell you it won't be money hahahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be sure to include your blog name and First Name/Last Initial &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you don't need to give me your whole government if you don't want to lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;email: &lt;a href="mailto:hawaiianshorty@gmail.com"&gt;hawaiianshorty@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that in a little way I have been able to bring some positive energy to your lives/blog lives in the same way many of you have to me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"The better part of one's life consists of his friendships."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Abraham Lincoln&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-6047105604616454912?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6047105604616454912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=6047105604616454912&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6047105604616454912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/6047105604616454912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-youand-welcomenot-youre-welcome.html' title='THANK YOU...and WELCOME....(not you&apos;re welcome lol)..and something Special...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/2086641_23234fb0f8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-7317446063212749816</id><published>2009-06-10T23:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:58:34.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>I GOT SERVED!!!!....(no really)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SjCKfViLvLI/AAAAAAAAApk/seOQ-CkPS9s/s1600-h/served.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SjCKfViLvLI/AAAAAAAAApk/seOQ-CkPS9s/s320/served.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345925028649876658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...yeah so I checked my mail....and BLAM...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SUBPOENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....to show up in court June 22-24...ain't that about a bunch of bulldonkey bologne!?!?....for what you may ask...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For witnessing the following incident in August 2008....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I couldn't find my mouse so touch pad paint drawing HARD!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SjCK411h8qI/AAAAAAAAAps/FlJkdD7xkrs/s1600-h/drunkillustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SjCK411h8qI/AAAAAAAAAps/FlJkdD7xkrs/s320/drunkillustration.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345925466817688226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Alright...P, Chuck, and I were downtown partying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were quite intoxicated with the exception of Chuck...who was driving..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chuck had like a 2 door BMW at the time....so I'm in the back seat with my legs on the seat..so I'm sitting with my back against the drivers side...directly behind Chuck (if you can visualize lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANYWAY...as we are leaving I get the bright idea that I want some Jack in a Crack...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So as we are at Jack in a Crack sitting in the drive thru we are about to pull off and the guy in the window stops us, we forgot something, and just as Chuck hits the brake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of A SUDDEN we just hear this crashing loud scraping sound, look up, and see this car just come blazing across the drive-thru (so she is on the sidewalk)...and scrapes between the utility pole and this metal container and ends up in the lot to the right of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you can only imagine we are all like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WTF!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For one, if we didn't forget something...that heffer would have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;CRASHED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right into us...direct hit on Chuck and me as I was sitting on that side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And two...we were still drunk and were just dazed...but we immediately get out the car to go check on this girl...she is wandering around completely out of it...she has 1 flip flop on...now P and I are telling her she needs to wake up/sober up because the ambulance and cops were on the way...(my immediate reaction was to call 911..didn't know if someone was hurt)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P runs to the drive-thru window to try to get her some coffee...by the time he gets it comes back BAM Cops arrive...let me tell you how out of it this chick was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lady cop was asking her what happened and about her car and she straight up said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What? That's not my car.  I don't know what you are talking about."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-LMAO-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooooooooooo...like the nice dumbasses P and I are..we provided our information at time of the accident...WHICH is now coming back to SUBPOENA us....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like what is she going to dispute or fight? LOL...girl you drove your car up on a sidewalk between two objects and jacked your shit up lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway...I HOPE that I don't have to stay there all day for those 3 days...I have no idea what they need me for...and good GOD if that wasn't oh IDK damn near a year ago lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God Bless the Justice system...I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-7317446063212749816?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7317446063212749816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=7317446063212749816&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7317446063212749816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7317446063212749816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-servedno-really.html' title='I GOT SERVED!!!!....(no really)'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SjCKfViLvLI/AAAAAAAAApk/seOQ-CkPS9s/s72-c/served.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-3729704504319830495</id><published>2009-06-10T10:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:54:35.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do you want to know wednesdays'/><title type='text'>What Do You Want To Know: 6/10/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vosibilities.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/bpm-questions-you-should-ask-your-bpms-vendor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://www.vosibilities.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/bpm-questions-you-should-ask-your-bpms-vendor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...Wednesday is here...and it's time for the first &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"What Do You Want To Know" Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post...I'm excited!....I have been contemplating answering several questions or just answering one. My intention for this weekly post is to provide you with a little more insight to who I am. I want my responses to be as thorough and well thought out as possible. So what I think I will do right now is answer 1 question a week....2 if I feel that I can without making the post too long but still giving a complete answer to each. In any case...here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbyshewrote.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gabby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; asked: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did you start your blog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could give the answer of "I just wanted to have a creative outlet" etc....but that would just be BS. This is honesty at it's finest...I started my blog because of a guy. Yes, I said it...a guy. This guy is the inspiration for most of my &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/search/label/poetic%20thoughts"&gt;Poetic Thoughts&lt;/a&gt; and if you dig deep enough I've actually mentioned him by name before. In any case, he wasn't the COMPLETE reason, but he was definitely the catalyst. Let me give you some background on that as it fits into why I started this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before I moved to Austin, I was dating this individual (we'll just call him what I refer to him as to my inner circle &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BasketballGuy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) off and on for most of 2007. Not even sure you would call it dating...but we were doing that. In any case for whatever cosmic karmetic reasons, I found myself in love with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BasketballGuy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe it was my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Captain Save a Man"&lt;/span&gt; gene kicking into MAD overdrive.  (Oh the things I did for this guy....*sigh*...what a loss for him)*I digressed my bad*  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BaskeballGuy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not a bad person at all, just a person who has been through a lot of bad sh*t. In any case after several events that happened mid-2007 I was contemplating leaving Arizona. The ONLY reason I would have stayed longer was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BasketballGuy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I told him this straight up, and he didn't step up, so I "stepped out" (Star). The first few months in TX he was on some let's make it work. I wanted him to move out here. I always felt that if we could get away from the history/pasts we both had in Arizona, we could really make things work. Needless to say he disappointed me as expected. The kicker came when I went back in July to visit a friend for her baby shower. He and I ended up spending time together and he REALLY stepped it up. He was more attentive than ever, was on some let's be together you're my girl, blah blah. It felt really nice...he had never been this on top of things when I lived there. After I returned to Texas, things weren't perfect but it was a work in progress. About 2 weeks later he succumbed to some straight rumor BS and pushed me over the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Now up to this point, my only online interaction and activity was via MySpace. I had a MySpace page for years. I'm talking before it was even anything. You know when you look at someones friends and it lists them in order of who has been a member the longest, I'd usually always be in the top 20 hahahaha. In any case, of COURSE he had one too. When I initially moved and he and I had a ridiculous confrontation I up and changed my phone number...and blocked him from my MySpace because he would start to send me messages....BUT really, I don't know what it is that takes over an individual it's like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nosey-itis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the max, I still had access to his page and would just snoop and snoop. It just like TAKES over you that "NEED TO KNOW" and all the extra thoughts and assumptions......it was in one of THOSE moments, that i was like "F this!" and I deleted my MySpace. I hated that feeling...It still happens to me every now and again when a friend sends me a link to their MySpace pictures...I'll start clicking..get the urge to see &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BasketballGuy's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; page, then reality smacks me upside my head and I quickly hit the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I figured those who really needed to know me know how to find me and can reach me. A few weeks later, I was watching something on the news about a girl who was homeless and had a blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started poking around and figured this would be a great means to feed my online activity need, but at the same time, a great way to get to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people...I mean really KNOW people...Not click on a picture and then keep it moving. I've also always enjoyed writing...and well interacting with people, sharing ideas, and perhaps even advice. I didn't really start blogging blogging until really the end of 2008 and the start of this year. I have fallen &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my blog and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;FANTASTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people I continue to "meet". Hmmmm...so maybe after reading all that I didn't start my blog..rather my blog started &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...hehehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that answered your question Gizona!!...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please everyone feel free to leave any questions &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-want-to-know-wednesdays.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (the original post) or in any of these posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Tell you more about me next Wednesday!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-3729704504319830495?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3729704504319830495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=3729704504319830495&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3729704504319830495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3729704504319830495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-want-to-know-61009.html' title='What Do You Want To Know: 6/10/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-902144252719031439</id><published>2009-06-09T14:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:13:14.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Update on Weekend Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.edmunds.com/strategies/18update.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogs.edmunds.com/strategies/18update.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First and foremost...again THANK YOU to those of you who left me your comments and feedback on my LONG ASS post about my &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-work-hard-for-my-money-so-why-are-you.html"&gt;work weekend issues&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The positive energy was really nice....I just needed to vent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got an opportunity to speak with my General Manager last night at the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He thanked me for providing a detailed email of the incident over the weekend so that nobody was caught off guard by the situation come Monday. He also said not to worry about anything. He understands where the father is coming from, but basically that I didn't do anything wrong and to just let him take care of it. So I felt very relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The league, well I pretty much put the ball in the the Director's court (no pun intended). I emailed him and copied the refs and my department head that said as the League Director he should inform the teams what will happen with the remainder of the schedule and tournament since this past Sunday games had to be cancelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I listed all the email addresses and put a nice request to contact them by Wednesdsay. I've busted my butt to keep this league afloat and carried the extra work for a while now, and I'm not taking the wrap or busting my butt for this one. I don't feel bad for it because all parties involved see how hard I've worked. He is the reason this happened, it's "his" league he can be a BIG BOY and do his duty, or not and take the hit on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So back to the regularly schedule "normal" chaos...lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-902144252719031439?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/902144252719031439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=902144252719031439&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/902144252719031439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/902144252719031439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-on-weekend-issues.html' title='Update on Weekend Issues'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-2608506292588394228</id><published>2009-06-09T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:35:51.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>TUESDAY TOON: "Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A-A-APPLE.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LMAO...I'm going to hell for this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm sorry it's hilarious to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...that damn snake and that forbidden fruit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si5kF-m87kI/AAAAAAAAApU/Voiq3h2iGNc/s1600-h/tuesdaytoon-apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si5kF-m87kI/AAAAAAAAApU/Voiq3h2iGNc/s320/tuesdaytoon-apple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345319861603855938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LMAO...sooooo...2 part request here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1. Give me your best caption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;2. Pro-blow? or No-blow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ugh that was so wrong LOL but I had to ask...answer only if you like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I haven't offended anyone by this...that is not my intention...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just Jokes!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAPPY TUESDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-2608506292588394228?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2608506292588394228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=2608506292588394228&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2608506292588394228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2608506292588394228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-toon-blame-it-on-a-a-a-apple.html' title='TUESDAY TOON: &quot;Blame it on the A-A-A-A-A-A-APPLE..&quot;'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si5kF-m87kI/AAAAAAAAApU/Voiq3h2iGNc/s72-c/tuesdaytoon-apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-214359396599310249</id><published>2009-06-08T22:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:53:18.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>A few weekend pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok...soo just a few pics from the weekend..nothing major...lol this is what I managed to scrounge up!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday....:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey it's me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3ac7qebPI/AAAAAAAAApM/LlMrchHPRP4/s1600-h/DSC02846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3ac7qebPI/AAAAAAAAApM/LlMrchHPRP4/s320/DSC02846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345168523345685746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Christie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3acry5DSI/AAAAAAAAApE/pW9juIZU6mg/s1600-h/DSC02844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3acry5DSI/AAAAAAAAApE/pW9juIZU6mg/s320/DSC02844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345168519086017826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hawaiian Colada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kinda looked and tasted like a mojito...either way it was GOOD :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3ackf0v_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/6ReXXyxP7IQ/s1600-h/hawaiiancolada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3ackf0v_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/6ReXXyxP7IQ/s320/hawaiiancolada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345168517126995954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my only wedges...I love them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matched my dress perfectly!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3aItCLjaI/AAAAAAAAAo0/uDiFGEFlg-c/s1600-h/redzebrawedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3aItCLjaI/AAAAAAAAAo0/uDiFGEFlg-c/s320/redzebrawedge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345168175821196706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Butterscotch and Pomegranade Shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3aIQEzJXI/AAAAAAAAAos/_VVVA5mG4cY/s1600-h/shots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3aIQEzJXI/AAAAAAAAAos/_VVVA5mG4cY/s320/shots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345168168047551858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm random picture Jillian sitting on steps outside lounge lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(near the spot of my probably best unchronicled drunk chronicle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3aIa3xSoI/AAAAAAAAAok/ap8V3i-R2IE/s1600-h/kneesstairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3aIa3xSoI/AAAAAAAAAok/ap8V3i-R2IE/s320/kneesstairs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345168170945694338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday...:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay...now as planned I went to Karaoke....LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man oh man....it was my first time there....it was fun....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN...THIS HAPPENED:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3aIK5EVvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4ssBKn0fP4g/s1600-h/karaokenaked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3aIK5EVvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4ssBKn0fP4g/s320/karaokenaked.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345168166656169714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep...he was damn near naked...that is a g-string...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3aIIvZpGI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_2A4nehTBLI/s1600-h/karaokenaked2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3aIIvZpGI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_2A4nehTBLI/s320/karaokenaked2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345168166078751842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry not much..I am typically paperazzi lol but I was occupied with drank! hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nighty Night bloggers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-214359396599310249?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/214359396599310249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=214359396599310249&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/214359396599310249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/214359396599310249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-weekend-pics.html' title='A few weekend pics...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/Si3ac7qebPI/AAAAAAAAApM/LlMrchHPRP4/s72-c/DSC02846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1300651826743615003</id><published>2009-06-08T04:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:22:55.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 6/8/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Failure is an event, never a person."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- William D. Brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The TOTW this week is inspired by well, my weekend "drama". It's a little extensive, so you can read it &lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-work-hard-for-my-money-so-why-are-you.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to. (It's a bit of a long read.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atychiphobia is the technical term for the fear of failure. I think any "normal" (whatever that means to you) human being possesses this thought or fear or has experienced this type of feeling at some point and time in their life. No matter how brief, the magnitude, failing in something specific or just in general, I think it's safe to say that everyone can relate to this. After my "moment" this weekend, I can say that one of the feelings and thoughts that ran through my mind was one of failure. So coming across this quote last night helped me put things into perspective. I say that a lot but it's true. A shift in perspective can shift everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week I am encouraging all of you to shift your perspective when it comes to the term failure. Realize that failures are moments as the quote says events, they are not a personality trait. What you tried or did may have failed, but you are not a failure (I don't care what webster or dictionary.com says). So never equate yourself to failures. You equate those failures to you being one step closer to success! How else would you know what NOT to do the next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;= Know Your Greatness =&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1300651826743615003?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1300651826743615003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1300651826743615003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1300651826743615003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1300651826743615003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-of-week-6809.html' title='Thought of the Week: 6/8/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-2698446897264793318</id><published>2009-06-07T21:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:50:39.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just do your fucking job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>"I work hard for my money.." so why are you fuckin' with me?!!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://janeheller.mlblogs.com/disappointed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 424px;" src="http://janeheller.mlblogs.com/disappointed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is a long one...read at your own risk...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how you can have a fun/shitty weekend all at the same time!...Work wise this weekend has just been frustrating and shitty.  As you know I have a 2nd job at the gym.  My main responsibilities are the coordinating of the Birthday Parties (yes we host many parties lol), Special Events, and the Basketball League.  It all keeps me very busy, but I love organizing events, creating moments, etc...So though tiring I love it.  I think I just like being in charge too hahahaha.  I digress.  In any case, besides that, in general I am a hard worker.  I take pride in anything that I do, and I do it to the best of my ability and beyond.  I don't like to half-ass anything attached to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday...3 birthday parties...since it's summer the majority of our parties will be at the outdoor pool.  Now pool...kids...always very important to be very safety conscious.  In any case, I have 2 parties at the pool, so while I tend to one (party A) with one of my staff members, I have 2 people working the other (party B).  Now party A scheduled to end at 3, and party B scheduled to end at 2pm.  So party B is wrapping up, there is an extra payment needed the father asks for a receipt so I run it and hand it to him as he is heading out to load up the car.  He seems to be in a good mood.  I head back out to party A.  About 30-45min later, one of the frontdesk attendants comes out to the pool and says that there is a father on the phone that is adamant about speaking with me.  I am confused, wondering who is calling about a party.  I get to the phone and this father is angry and says "Your lifeguard 'disavowed' my wife and you were right there!"  I must admit I was like "huh", I thought he said disrobed or something to that effect.  In any case he proceeds to lay into me that he wants my full name the lifeguards name, tells me he's going to contact his credit card company to cancel all charges, his wife/son are cancelling their memberships, he is going to contact my general manager.  He doesn't let me get a word in edgewise, I give him all the information and offer my department head's info as well, he doesn't want it.  He asks to speak to the manager on duty and I oblige.  He ends by saying "Thank you very much, you've been helpful" mind you he was just laying into me on reporting me etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you are saying "What the hell happened?"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now as party B was wrapping up and I was walking inside (don't know what for), one of the lifeguard catches me and he has a kid with him.  He says this kid is with the birthday party and he has been unsupervised for quite some time.  I don't recognize him from my party so I tell him no he's not.  He tells me he's got a wristband, so I ask him what color.  It is the color of party B, so I tell him it's with this party, and I point to the staffer that's there. As we start to walk towards the staff member one of the mothers with the party says that is the birthday boy.  I say ok and I get the attention of the mother.  So she comes to him and is standing by the staffer and the lifeguard.  As the lifeguard walks away, and I start to walk away he says "Make sure you watch the kid."  Apparently this is what set everything off.  Now at the time I didn't think anything of it, he just said it in general, the staff member was there, it was just a safety precautionary.  When the father was speaking with the manager on duty he said the lifeguard called his wife a bad parent.  Mind you father wasn't there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I contacted my department head that day and let her know what will come up when she's in on Monday...I didn't do anything...but I don't know what's going to happen when the GM reviews this...and being in the "customer" oriented environment it's frustrating because you can't just say "You weren't there...you don't know what happened...and that's not what happened.  Oh by the way, yeah your wife should have been watching your kid!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*take another deep breath* (told you this was a long one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday (today)....I facilitate the Basketball League that takes place every Sunday night from 5pm-10pm.  I get the court/clock set up.  I keep all the records, maintain the schedule, take score, keep stats, and keep the teams informed etc.  I do all the leg work.  The Director of the league is never really there which is fine.  I can do all the little shit, but I'm not responsible for making sure refs get paid and refs are scheduled, that's the Director's job.  Now there have been continuous frustrations with little things and assistance the main issue is getting the refs paid.  At my club, we have 2 refs on the books.  When one is out, the Director's job is to have a back up plan.  I get an email at 12am from the head ref that the Director works with that says "Boycott *my gym*".  This email proceeds to tell all refs on the roster including the 2 on the books that if they are asked about working on Sunday (today) to say they cannot, because apparently the Director didn't pay the backup refs from last week.  This head ref paid them out of his pocket and the Director has yet to pay him back.  THIS IS JUST DAMN GREAT!  So I contact my main ref and pretty much tell him straight up.  I knew that he wasn't going to see his email until Monday, but didn't feel it to be right to not say anything because I wasn't going to have a 2nd ref.  You just have to have 2.  Mind you I have been calling/emailing/texting the Director since Monday...no contact no callback.  He texts me to call him at 2pm today (games start at 5pm) that he doesn't have anyone (no shit) and the 1 ref will be solo.  I run into the ref and he doesn't want to work it solo.  So now it's 3pm and I have to try to get in touch with each team to tell them games are cancelled.  I don't want them showing up for nothing if possible as the league is starting in 2hrs.  Oh btw, this was the last set of games to finalize the standings for the tournament taking place NEXT Sunday...ooh 4 teams have the same record in contention for the final 2 slots. GREAT!?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Now mind you I am dealing with this league issue while facilitating a 100 person party.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get in touch with at least one person from each team with the exception of the draft team (individuals who signed up with no team).  I run into one guy as he's walking in and he's agitated as he planned his vacation to get back for the game.  So I feel like I look like the bad guy...again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*exhale*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok please don't look at this as me complaining or trying to place blame in any manner.  It just frustrates me, because like I said, I work very hard.   If I come up short or didn't do what I was suppose to do, I have no problem admitting it.  I just hate being associated with bad work or that I can't/don't do my job....so we'll see what happens...I don't know what is going to come of either situation...I don't know how my GM is going to respond...I don't know how we are going to proceed with missed games/tournament/etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......and that is how my weekend comes to an end......&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/2973195087733567131-2698446897264793318?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2698446897264793318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=2698446897264793318&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2698446897264793318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2698446897264793318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-work-hard-for-my-money-so-why-are-you.html' title='&quot;I work hard for my money..&quot; so why are you fuckin&apos; with me?!!?!?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-5188058846446212655</id><published>2009-06-06T03:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:55:19.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>Drunk Chronicles: 6/6/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.8ball.co.uk/tshirts/iamnotdrunktshirt_1_110186_olive-yellow-print_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.8ball.co.uk/tshirts/iamnotdrunktshirt_1_110186_olive-yellow-print_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friendly and loud..not so much clumsy...i'm probably more clumsy sober than when inebriated......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I gegt any further....drink listing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Hawaiian Colada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Butterscotch Shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- 2 Malibu Pineapples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- 2 Four Horsemen Shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- 1 double mystery shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*...i see right at this moment that i spelled get wrong..but ooh well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight was a good night....we had a GREAT dinner at Roys....I had the Sirloin..Christie had the Seafood Trio..and we shared a chocolate Soufle or however ytou spell it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In any case...while out...I like to observe men...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The instant head turn to the plethra of half nekked women that pass by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;always intriguing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OOOOOOOOH and the san antonio girls...i got them messed up hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the end of the night (J you'll love this) they were sayin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm so messed up...Jillian is the Boss!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drunk tongue speak sober truth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that a cow will walk up the stairs but not down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crazy huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dammit...it's almost 4am....i have to be at work in 5hrs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oooh and drunk + touch screen = illegible twext messages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm going to bed now...we did take some pics last night...upload tomorrow.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LATER peoples!O?!?!?!?!?!?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-5188058846446212655?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5188058846446212655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=5188058846446212655&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5188058846446212655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5188058846446212655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/drunk-chronicles-6609.html' title='Drunk Chronicles: 6/6/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-8824090225284360253</id><published>2009-06-05T15:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:11:01.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess hot mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I Love Snack Packs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright..I've been wanting to post this for a while now..it's so lame LOL..but FUNNY...and well..hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my blog and i blog what i want to!! *LMAO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love snack packs...such a great instant satisfaction supplier it is...not too little not too much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep a box of these at my desk...Ritz Snack Mix Snack Pack... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.100caloriesnacks.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/ritz_snackers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah yeah..the same person that forgets lunch...keeps snacks at her desk lol...irony whatever!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now it never really bothered me how I eat my snack pack until well...someone pointed it out....I wouldn't say I'm the NEATEST person ever....I have my messy moments...but when I do clean I have some rather....OCD tendencies..and sometimes these tendencies show up in the weirdest places....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THIS IS HOW I EAT MY RITZ SNACK PACKS &lt;em&gt;(all the time)&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343952402972214850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SimIZaPBBkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/H3mvgXdQjeY/s320/snackpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Now first off..I don't always lay it out like this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do however eat it in the following order:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretzels // Cheeze Nips // Chex // Crackers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So if I can't lay them all out, I do go through the bag in the same order lol...I will make sure all the pretzels are gone before I move on to the next.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So uumm how do you eat your Snack Pack/Mix?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(judge me all you want..you still love me!!! hahahaa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*signed: Princess Hot Mess*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-8824090225284360253?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8824090225284360253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=8824090225284360253&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8824090225284360253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8824090225284360253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-snack-packs.html' title='I Love Snack Packs!!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SimIZaPBBkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/H3mvgXdQjeY/s72-c/snackpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-3100196310666483356</id><published>2009-06-05T13:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:46:44.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>"It's Friday night and the weekend is here...I need to unwind with the party..Mr DJ...DJ..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/its%20the%20weekend" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Its the Weekend Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc119/LadyTSJ64/MJZ363.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always seem to find a way to look forward to the weekend hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First and foremost, yes, as usual my weekend is work intensive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so my week never really ENDS lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekend work schedule is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;: 2 parties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;: 3 parties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;: 1 party/1 special event/Basketball League&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yes busy as usual....buuuuuuuuuuut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekend FUN schedule is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;: Nice dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.roysrestaurant.com/"&gt;Roys&lt;/a&gt; w/ Christie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;COURSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we will be out n about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BONUS: friends from San Antonio coming up...so you already know!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;KARAOKE BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! *lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you all have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPER FANTASTIC WEEKEND&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**likelihood of Drunk Chronicles: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BTW...what happened to Zhane?..I loved them...I still have their album...remember Groove Thing?...lol...damn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-3100196310666483356?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3100196310666483356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=3100196310666483356&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3100196310666483356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3100196310666483356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-friday-night-and-weekend-is-herei.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Friday night and the weekend is here...I need to unwind with the party..Mr DJ...DJ...&quot;'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4549121191553963551</id><published>2009-06-04T11:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:30:02.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do you want to know wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday'/><title type='text'>"What Do You Want To Know?" Wednesdays</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a post by &lt;a href="http://whoismich.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michy Mich&lt;/a&gt;...I want to try out a new "feature" I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see I want to call it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://normansennema.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/question6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Do You Want To Know&lt;/em&gt;-Wednesdays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo...what does that mean? You are asking....hahahaha well simply this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like you all to submit questions...any questions...these can be questions about me....questions about news....questions about my opinion on something....or just a generic question about something completely random!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday...I will answer a question or find the answer to a question...hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this could be a fun way to get to share more about myself and also open up some discussions and for me to learn more about &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; out there!!.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's give it a go and see how this turns out...........Questions please...........?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4549121191553963551?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4549121191553963551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4549121191553963551&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4549121191553963551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4549121191553963551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-want-to-know-wednesdays.html' title='&quot;What Do You Want To Know?&quot; Wednesdays'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-3828130323969921356</id><published>2009-06-03T11:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:22:31.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jillian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get to know me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do you want to know wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life stories'/><title type='text'>Getting To Know Me...</title><content type='html'>The great thing about a blog is you can put as much or as little information out there...you can share all parts of your life or just some parts...Everyone has their own reasons for what they share and do not share....For example, I really don't disclose information about my love/dating life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to learn about people indirectly...you can kind of gather a personality profile of people based on what they write about, how they write, what they share, how they approach problems, etc...Now one likes to assume that people are multi-faceted..and that even though your blog topics may be somber or overly-sexual, that there is more to you than just down in the dumps or that you are just a nympho hahahaha....(and if you are just those things &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;NO OFFENSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; meant by my statement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had me looking at my blog and my "personality profile"...and I wanted to share some direct information with you....about me....and perhaps we can discover another layer in which we can relate to each other.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My name is &lt;strong&gt;Jillian&lt;/strong&gt; (you knew that). Story behind my name, mother loved actress Ann Jillian. I was born on March 12, 1982, in Honolulu, Hawaii. I was born with a heart murmur that required surgery when I was 2. I spent a lot of time in the hospital. I have very vivid memories of it all, but it's nothing that has given me a hospital phobia. Shortly after that my parents divorced and my mother re-married. So I am very accustomed to flying and traveling. &lt;em&gt;(There are more stories there...perhaps for another time..)&lt;/em&gt; I lived with my father until I was 10-11. I moved to Guam where I lived until I was 18. During my time there my father also ended up re-marrying. I am technically an only child. Through my mother's remarriage I acquired 3 sisters and 1 brother. Through my father's remarriage I acquired 1 sister. Out of all of them though, I am the youngest hahaha. So double spoiled!!! (Not really) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As soon as I graduated high school (and I mean AS SOON, graduated in May, hopped a plane in June), I moved to Phoenix, AZ. &lt;em&gt;(Why Phoenix? That's another story lol perhaps for antoher time...)&lt;/em&gt; I really enjoyed living in Phoenix. I really "did it on my own" out there and grew up. Now, I reside in Austin, TX, where I have lived for a little over a year now. I live a pretty "normal" life I'd say. I have 2 jobs, 1 for a medical device company, and the other as you all know at the gym. The times I'm NOT working....I like to have fun (could you tell?)...but I enjoy doing new things, I love to dance, music, movies, video games, reading, writing, cooking, baking, plays, concerts, sporting events, playing sports, so on and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know a little bit more about me...I will say that I have experienced many many things in my life....some very tough, and some very fufilling...none of which I shy away from or regret. The past is simply a small part of me...just a part, not the whole. There are lots of stories there as well...perhaps for another time... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and please...feel free to ask me anything....I am pretty open about sharing my experiences...J aka Nightfall knows I don't shy away from answering much lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you are all having a wonderful Wednesday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-3828130323969921356?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3828130323969921356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=3828130323969921356&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3828130323969921356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/3828130323969921356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-to-know-me.html' title='Getting To Know Me...'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-46320653570588264</id><published>2009-06-03T00:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:12:37.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Contest Alert: Whimsical Rose....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a contest epidemic heheheheehe..LOVE IT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great NARS Cosmetic Giveaway &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://captchrystina.blogspot.com/2009/06/nars-giveaway.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Please check out &lt;a href="http://captchrystina.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whimsical Rose&lt;/a&gt; aka &lt;a href="http://captchrystina.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrystina Grace&lt;/a&gt;....ooh and feel free to follow...buuut like before.....don't enter the contest because I WANT TO WIN!...thanks! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm just kidding....not really...but really..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-46320653570588264?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/46320653570588264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=46320653570588264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/46320653570588264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/46320653570588264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/contest-alert-whimsical-rose.html' title='Contest Alert: Whimsical Rose....'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4701825386429141267</id><published>2009-06-02T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:19:25.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>TUESDAY TOON: Take That Take That..Bad Boy Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't FORGET......lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok maybe a little bit...but HEY...hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No question or caption request this Tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just enjoy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Power of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342842252122534962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiWWuIC2NDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/8CZZ1Jv5ZiI/s320/powerlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/contest-winner.html' title='***CONTEST WINNER***'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-603144659377587604</id><published>2009-06-01T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:35:45.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muck fonday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><title type='text'>What time is it??!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2clarksart.com/images/randy/forgot_lunch_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2clarksart.com/images/randy/forgot_lunch_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm typing away at my computer..working away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I got in at 8:30 this morning...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I start thinking...damn I'm kind of hungry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmmm what time is it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's friggin after 2pm?!?!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;SUNNUVA-BRITNEY-M*FKN-SPEARS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I didn't forget my lunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;I FORGOT LUNCH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....while writing this post I have ordered a Tuna Sandwich from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sandwich place next door...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MONDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Update**..not but 3min after I hit "publish post"...BAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444965287325202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiQtY_QGbhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ajFFxm8xRlw/s200/sandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;GOD BLESS JIMMY JOHN'S!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-603144659377587604?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/603144659377587604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=603144659377587604&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/603144659377587604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/603144659377587604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it??!!?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiQtY_QGbhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ajFFxm8xRlw/s72-c/sandwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-7095524330450911645</id><published>2009-06-01T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:37:16.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>**CONTEST UPDATE***...like your chances?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiQeo5UEaSI/AAAAAAAAAns/JkYcBsDt89A/s1600-h/contestdrawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342428745896847650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiQeo5UEaSI/AAAAAAAAAns/JkYcBsDt89A/s320/contestdrawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the LIST!...lol...&lt;br /&gt;I could have put names in a randomizer...but WHAT's the FUN&lt;br /&gt;in that?!?!?...I love the suspense of it all!!&lt;br /&gt;When I say hand pick...I MEAN hand pick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't commit to an EXACT time...because well those of you who&lt;br /&gt;have followed me for some time, know that I work like I&lt;br /&gt;owe back taxes or something lol (knock on wood)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'M EXCITED?!?!!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-7095524330450911645?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7095524330450911645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=7095524330450911645&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7095524330450911645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/7095524330450911645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/contest-updatelike-your-chances.html' title='**CONTEST UPDATE***...like your chances?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiQeo5UEaSI/AAAAAAAAAns/JkYcBsDt89A/s72-c/contestdrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-5949556482192605675</id><published>2009-06-01T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:32:10.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of The Week: 6/1/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Arguing with a fool proves there are two."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Doris M. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My TOTW this week is inspired by the ridiculousness (that's not a word...I know) that I witness in the basketball league that I facilitate on Sunday evenings at the gym.  I do not know what has been in the air lately, but this league has seen more techincals and people getting kicked out than I can remember from the previous league.  Maybe it's the summer heat creeping up that has everyone extra HOT tempered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This evening I literally had to get up in the middle of these guys and hold and push people back.  The ref (not my regular one) got so offended by something one of the guys mouthing off that all of a sudden I notice the ref trying to take his striped shirt off sayin, "Oh don't let the shirt fool you, I can take this off, I'm not going to be disrespected."  Then I was up in the midst of it looking like a damn ping pong ball up in there.  Grown ass men acting like fools over a recreational league.  I let them know, "Nobody up in here is signing any NBA contracts or is going to be on Sportscenter Top 10, so relax."  In any case, the situation was finally diffused somewhat, and apologies came shortly thereafter.  Anyway, all this to say that one should really think before they speak and pick and choose your battles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever found yourself in an argument or heated discussion and thought "why the hell am I even discussing this" or you just felt the other individuals thought process was so warped that it pushed you beyond irritation?  Ever heard the phrase, you can't rationalize with an irrational person?  Sometimes in life you just have to agree to disagree.  You aren't going to "win" every argument (even if you just KNOW you are right)...sometimes the answer you want isn't the answer you need or even like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week I encourage you to be a little more cogniscent of your actions and reactions.  If someone or something triggers you, TRY (emphasis on try) to think first react second.  Don't let anyone plug into you so easily.  In this case...two fools are NOT better than ONE! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-5949556482192605675?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5949556482192605675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=5949556482192605675&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5949556482192605675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5949556482192605675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-of-week-6109.html' title='Thought of The Week: 6/1/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-8457674912010879394</id><published>2009-06-01T00:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:04:09.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>***CONTEST CLOSED***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://persistentillusion.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/thank-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://persistentillusion.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/thank-you.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO ENTERED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I WILL POST WINNER TOMORROW!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-8457674912010879394?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8457674912010879394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=8457674912010879394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8457674912010879394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/8457674912010879394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/contest-closed.html' title='***CONTEST CLOSED***'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4366945024206672352</id><published>2009-05-31T00:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:22:13.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Blog Award: Splash Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAh1gEL06ak/SfzKHUklgqI/AAAAAAAAE14/n0UOVzLLs1Q/s320/award-Splash+from+the+village.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAh1gEL06ak/SfzKHUklgqI/AAAAAAAAE14/n0UOVzLLs1Q/s320/award-Splash+from+the+village.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't take TOO long this time to post this one!! Hahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ariesrules.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keith&lt;/a&gt; bestowed this award upon me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have become a very avid follower of his blog for what feels like a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His blog is thought provoking, witty, fun, and so genuine....plus he gave me a nickname hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Keithmeister!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(85, 85, 68);   font-family:tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Put the award on your blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Nominate up to 9 bloggers &lt;em&gt;(blogs)&lt;/em&gt; which allure, amuse, bewitch, impress, or inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Let them know that they have been splashed by commenting on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Remember to link to the person from whom your received your Splash award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I bestow this award upon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydaysoap.blogspot.com/"&gt;Far&lt;/a&gt; // &lt;a href="http://gabbyshewrote.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gabby&lt;/a&gt; // &lt;a href="http://whoismich.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mich&lt;/a&gt; // &lt;a href="http://makensyashton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Makensy &lt;/a&gt; // &lt;a href="http://thehoustongirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;TheHoustonGirl&lt;/a&gt; // &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://chele76.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chele76 &lt;/a&gt;// &lt;a href="http://evierobbie.blogspot.com/"&gt;evierobbie.&lt;/a&gt; // &lt;a href="http://6degreesofcontemplation.blogspot.com/"&gt;mrsmarymack&lt;/a&gt; // &lt;a href="http://achoiceofweapons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mista Jaycee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy Splashing! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-4366945024206672352?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4366945024206672352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=4366945024206672352&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4366945024206672352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/4366945024206672352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-award-splash-award.html' title='Blog Award: Splash Award'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iAh1gEL06ak/SfzKHUklgqI/AAAAAAAAE14/n0UOVzLLs1Q/s72-c/award-Splash+from+the+village.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1690827678201688045</id><published>2009-05-30T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:10:10.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>**CONTEST CLOSING**: LAST CHANCE C'MON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~bej/usa/OhNoLady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 257px;" src="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~bej/usa/OhNoLady.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/contestits-easy.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SUPER EASY CONTEST/DRAWING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; ENDS TOMORROW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SO MAKE SURE YOU ENTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/contestits-easy.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IT'S SUPER EASY!!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;$40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FREE STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; OF YOUR CHOICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;UP FOR GRABS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SO ENTER IF YOU HAVEN'T..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IF YOU'VE ALREADY ENTERED, BUT HAVEN'T POSTED...POST IT!!! 2 MORE ENTRIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I WILL DRAW THE WINNER THE EVENING OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;JUNE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;CONTEST CLOSES AT 11:59pm CST MAY 31...(tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1690827678201688045?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1690827678201688045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1690827678201688045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1690827678201688045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1690827678201688045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/contest-closing-last-chance-cmon.html' title='**CONTEST CLOSING**: LAST CHANCE C&apos;MON!!!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-5206096416788358574</id><published>2009-05-30T21:37:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:15:34.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six flags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day Adventure: Six Flags Fiesta Texas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright...I'm a procrastinator when it comes to uploading pictures LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Memorial Day Monday...a few friends and I went to Six Flags Fiesta Texas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a GREAT TIME...hell...on the first roller coaster we were waiting to ride...2 girls passed out from dehydration....but nonetheless we rode damn near EVERYTHING...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got there around 12-1pm and didn't leave until the park closed at 8pm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good people...rides...junk food...made for great FUN!!!...some pics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Frenchie in the back seat on the way...she's recovering LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/drunk-chronicles-52509.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Drunk Chronicles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuwKvcUYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/hZksELEOGio/s1600-h/DSC02809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuwKvcUYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/hZksELEOGio/s320/DSC02809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341813144322593154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yaaaay we're HERE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuv9SoE9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/GJLBcidlPKU/s1600-h/DSC02810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuv9SoE9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/GJLBcidlPKU/s320/DSC02810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341813140712068050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes..I'm going to ride ALL OF THOSE RIDES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuv3cE71I/AAAAAAAAAm8/yflBtTTUt98/s1600-h/DSC02812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuv3cE71I/AAAAAAAAAm8/yflBtTTUt98/s320/DSC02812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341813139141095250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend JaeG likes to take rearview pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see you Char..... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuvsuAeII/AAAAAAAAAm0/85M77dmJKfE/s1600-h/DSC02813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuvsuAeII/AAAAAAAAAm0/85M77dmJKfE/s320/DSC02813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341813136263510146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES we are in!!!!!.....the parking lot lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuvQTVJvI/AAAAAAAAAms/6JDeR_aau3c/s1600-h/DSC02814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuvQTVJvI/AAAAAAAAAms/6JDeR_aau3c/s320/DSC02814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341813128635426546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother decided to call right when I was trying to take a pic of myself infront of the park...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuekW9NvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/tIMZNuCMHQ8/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuekW9NvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/tIMZNuCMHQ8/s320/DSC02815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812841961567986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are in line for our first coaster...The Boomerang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHueVjfViI/AAAAAAAAAmc/6l7AOX8kOag/s1600-h/DSC02826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHueVjfViI/AAAAAAAAAmc/6l7AOX8kOag/s320/DSC02826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812837987604002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a BEAST at the Air Hockey...that's the picture of an ASS WHOOPIN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who want some?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHueTEozAI/AAAAAAAAAmU/w87ucNHKXY0/s1600-h/DSC02828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHueTEozAI/AAAAAAAAAmU/w87ucNHKXY0/s320/DSC02828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812837321329666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was SO DAMN HOT...we were waiting to get on this ride..through the waterfalls LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHueOkrThI/AAAAAAAAAmM/eTXVt2yt6ic/s1600-h/DSC02829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHueOkrThI/AAAAAAAAAmM/eTXVt2yt6ic/s320/DSC02829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812836113534482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAAHHH MUCH BETTER NOW...look at P lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHxKAjw-QI/AAAAAAAAAnU/onQR1jC9JQ4/s1600-h/DSC02830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHxKAjw-QI/AAAAAAAAAnU/onQR1jC9JQ4/s320/DSC02830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341815787289114882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to take a picture with me let's do it the right way LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHtxbF-ASI/AAAAAAAAAl0/1GGcUGnwNYw/s1600-h/DSC02833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHtxbF-ASI/AAAAAAAAAl0/1GGcUGnwNYw/s320/DSC02833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812066380284194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roasted Corn and Turkey Legs...YUM!!!...what did I get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHtxP13frI/AAAAAAAAAls/vpIi0GemlMM/s1600-h/DSC02834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHtxP13frI/AAAAAAAAAls/vpIi0GemlMM/s320/DSC02834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812063359958706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roasted Corn DUH!!?! So good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eh sorry for excessive boobage..lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHtw25J40I/AAAAAAAAAlk/SaoE7GES3h4/s1600-h/DSC02835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHtw25J40I/AAAAAAAAAlk/SaoE7GES3h4/s320/DSC02835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812056662860610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing off the guns with The Riddler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHtw0844FI/AAAAAAAAAlc/YqfK_-cXJ5g/s1600-h/DSC02836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHtw0844FI/AAAAAAAAAlc/YqfK_-cXJ5g/s320/DSC02836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812056141652050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah...at the end of the night on the way home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was worn the hell out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHtwp67i2I/AAAAAAAAAlU/c68i256Rsfk/s1600-h/DSC02839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHtwp67i2I/AAAAAAAAAlU/c68i256Rsfk/s320/DSC02839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341812053180648290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there you have it...the Memorial Monday wrap up hahahaha...oooh by the way...we saw a Hummingbird while walking to one of the rides....snapped these pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHyllCXO7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ls3rET8hA2w/s1600-h/DSC02838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHyllCXO7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ls3rET8hA2w/s320/DSC02838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341817360449223602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHylofEUFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/nqzpav4Mdgw/s1600-h/DSC02837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHylofEUFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/nqzpav4Mdgw/s320/DSC02837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341817361374924882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-5206096416788358574?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5206096416788358574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=5206096416788358574&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5206096416788358574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/5206096416788358574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-adventure-six-flags-fiesta.html' title='Memorial Day Adventure: Six Flags Fiesta Texas!!!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/SiHuwKvcUYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/hZksELEOGio/s72-c/DSC02809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-2435455905156926481</id><published>2009-05-28T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:14:04.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Far's Contest....holla!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so the beautiful F to the A-R is having a little "Thank You" Contest....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydaysoap.blogspot.com/2009/05/enter-my-thank-you-contest-now.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check her out...and follow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you don't need to enter the contest though because I'd like to increase my chances of winning...THANKS....LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-2435455905156926481?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2435455905156926481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=2435455905156926481&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2435455905156926481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2435455905156926481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/fars-contestholla.html' title='Far&apos;s Contest....holla!!!'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-1612040418137282250</id><published>2009-05-27T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:47:03.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought of the week'/><title type='text'>Thought of the Week: 5/25/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Our attitude toward life determines life's attitude towards us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- John N. Mitchell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I usually post my TOTW on my other blog, but seeing as I keep up with this one more I will start to post them here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week's TOTW is simply just inspired by my general attitude and need to remind myself that you get out of life what you make it.  I'm not perfect by any means, and I set goals and have both success and failures.  Sometimes I finish things ahead of schedule, on time, and well not at all...have several things still pending.  Now while it's great to know what you are suppose to do, one still should strive to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, one of the things I always share with people and in a lot of what I write is always around you get out of life what you put into it.  Think of a situation in your life where you COULD have been upset about something or you COULD have let someone at your job get to you, but you stopped, had a little chuckle and just didn't let anything ruin your mood or your day.  Think about a time where you just woke up in a GREAT mood and carried that through the day....did everything just seem to "go your way" a little? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their moments...and you have good days and bad days...but this week I encourage you to strive for more good days than bad days...even if you have to fake it a little until you make it one LOL...if you want life to bless you, be a blessing to life and the lives of others...no matter how small you may feel it is... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=Know Your Greatness=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-1612040418137282250?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1612040418137282250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=1612040418137282250&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1612040418137282250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/1612040418137282250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/thought-of-week-52509.html' title='Thought of the Week: 5/25/09'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-2939445299438815448</id><published>2009-05-26T11:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:34:41.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday toon'/><title type='text'>TUESDAY TOON: You're on top now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msp249.photobucket.com/albums/gg220/jeanland_2008/FUNNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 485px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://msp249.photobucket.com/albums/gg220/jeanland_2008/FUNNY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's an oldie but goodie LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still cute cartoon that makes me giggle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...simple question this Tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Your First Time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Good?...Bad?...Indifferent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elaborate only if you feel like it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973195087733567131-2939445299438815448?l=sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2939445299438815448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973195087733567131&amp;postID=2939445299438815448&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2939445299438815448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973195087733567131/posts/default/2939445299438815448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesifeellikeablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-toon-youre-on-top-now-what.html' title='TUESDAY TOON: You&apos;re on top now what?'/><author><name>Jillian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01945033271271975164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/St6PYpPDIKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RAYWzR_vCf4/S220/bberry.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973195087733567131.post-4027815455747837686</id><published>2009-05-26T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:19:24.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetic thoughts'/><title type='text'>Poetic Thoughts: Heart Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/ShwWcazrcwI/AAAAAAAAAks/3Pix1x1c-qY/s1600-h/heartstring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340167935642792706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_em1RrFRmAlM/ShwWcazrcwI/AAAAAAAAAks/3Pix1x1c-qY/s320/heartstring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pssst hey you…come over here&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got this string I want to tie right there&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little tight I know but just trust that I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what I’m doing…&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we don’t work according to plan&lt;br /&gt;But hold onto this string you’ll understand&lt;br /&gt;Remember trust me&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what I’m doing…&lt;br /&gt;You can move away&lt;br /&gt;But you are never too far&lt;br /&gt;A few tugs of my string&lt;br /&gt;With a simple phone call…&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what I’m doing…&lt;br /&gt;When it’s silent…&lt;br /&gt;And you let the loneliness consume you&lt;br /&gt;Just look at my string&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want to do..&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what I’
