<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type='text/xsl' href='http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/mmm2008-07-24_12.50/rsspretty.aspx?rssquery=en-US;http%3a%2f%2fjavanbooks.spaces.live.com%2fblog%2ffeed.rss' version='1.0'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:msn="http://schemas.microsoft.com/msn/spaces/2005/rss" xmlns:live="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Java and Books: Blog</title><description /><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog</link><language>en-US</language><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 00:40:45 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 00:40:45 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Microsoft Spaces v1.1</generator><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><ttl>60</ttl><cf:parentRSS>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/feed.rss</cf:parentRSS><live:type>blog</live:type><live:identity><live:id>-8268249853562273488</live:id><live:alias>javanbooks</live:alias></live:identity><image><title>Java and Books: Blog</title><url>http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pnT-5IFABM6yTjXrcurUOjB_fnBt_3ce5JuWuhFA3FZ1IYGrFGS_poA</url><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog</link></image><cf:listinfo><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="typelabel" label="Type" /><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="tag" label="Tag" /><cf:group element="category" label="Category" /><cf:sort element="pubDate" label="Date" data-type="date" default="true" /><cf:sort element="title" label="Title" data-type="string" /><cf:sort ns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" element="comments" label="Comments" data-type="number" /></cf:listinfo><item><title>Cops, catz and Stuff</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1652.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#cc33cc" size=4&gt;Hello my dear loyal readers,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana color="#cc33cc" size=4&gt;When Bob Dylan said, &amp;quot;Times they are a changin'&amp;quot;, he must have been talking about my day.  We got a new Post Commander today.  I don't know him all that well but it's going to be a big enough change.  Our buck sergeant is getting transferred and his replacement has been here before, I know him, and I like working with him.  I'm just going to miss Dog.  He's a great guy, friend and supervisor.  I'm going to miss his positive energy in the mornings.  Our Corporal is going to be promoted by the end of the month so we'll have a new Corporal by July 1st.  It's going to be clash of the egos around here and as one of the troopers just said, &amp;quot;We are going to shit now!&amp;quot;  Needless to say, morale is in the toilet.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana color="#cc33cc" size=4&gt;In other work related news, word is that they may not post for my promotion for SEVERAL months and maybe by the end of the year.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana color="#cc33cc" size=4&gt;On a good, and bad, note, we finally sold Bella yesterday.  She was a sweet dog and we loved her, but due to her squealing problem and the fact that we didn't have the time to spend with her to train her, we felt the need to let her go to another good home.  She will be missed, but I'm hoping that her new family will send occasional email updates and pictures of her.  I was feeling very sad yesterday after Bella left,  but around 8pm, David called me to come outside.  Apparently, we have now seen Tigerbaby's kittens.  David saw a white one with a black tail yesterday afternoon so we attempted to trap it so that we could start getting it used to people.  Well, we trapped something last night.  We got a solid black kitten and a grey tabby about 6 weeks old.  Had to try and get them back out as Tigerbaby was losing her mind that she couldn't get to them.  I've got a few scratches on my hands and arms, but no worse for wear and Tigerbaby got her babies back.  They are waaaaayyyy too cute!!!  I'm going to try to re-trap them and put them on the front screened in porch so that they can grow accustomed to us.  We've had 3 wild cats as kittens and now they can't seem to leave us alone.  Boo, Tigerbaby and Morris were ALL afraid of us, but now they freak out if we come in the house without them.  I love being loved like that.  Nothing is more soothing than the feel of a cat purring on your chest.  Nothing is more uplifting than a cat meowing to you.  Nothing is more hilarious than getting a cat totally focused on the bird on a string and someone else coming up from behind and yelling, &amp;quot;AHA!!!!!!&amp;quot; at the cat to make it jump 4 feet in the air.  I know from experience.  The last feat was accomplished when David was holding Morris's attention with the bird on a stick with a bell toy.  I was sitting on the swing and all at once shouted, &amp;quot;AHA KITTY!!!!!&amp;quot; as loud as I could.  Morris jumped 4 feet in the air, took off running, did a U-turn back to Mommy for protection.  I laughed so hard I nearly wet my pants.  David laughed so hard he almost fell backwards in the chair.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana color="#cc33cc" size=4&gt;Cats are such good sports.  Don't get me wrong, I love my dogs, but sometimes cats are more fun to play with.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Verdana color="#cc33cc" size=4&gt;Hugs to all of you!  Take care! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Cops%2c+catz+and+Stuff&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1652.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1652.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 17:44:16 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1652/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1652.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-06-06T17:44:16Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>I'd like depressed and moody for $1000, Alex</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1647.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#205867" size=3&gt;Hard to believe that it's been several months since I posted.  I haven't been up to too much lately.  We went to Cherokee, NC for our vacation.  Hubby decided that he wants to find his heritage, so that's what we're working on right now.  I've found a new release for my stress.  I bought us a used pool table for $100.00. I find myself playing almost daily.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#205867" size=4&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;font color="#205867" size=3&gt;I know I use this blog to bitch and complain about what's happening in my life, but it's cathartic to me and I feel better sharing this with my friends.  Heck, none of you lives close enough to share that daily cup of coffee with, so go grab yourself a cup of java and read about the whirlwind that I call life.  I'm going to try to keep this down to a one cup minimum.  You need the caffeine and I need to vent, yet again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#205867" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you know, I'm up for a promotion that won't advertise until July 1st.  I've been preparing for this job for 2 years, since I came back here.  You're also well aware that there is an interloper who is trying to steal this job out from under me.  She's been coming here, supposedly to &amp;quot;learn about the job&amp;quot;, for the last 3 weeks.  Well, it's really starting to wear me down and get me VERY depressed.  David said it was the Devil working on my nerves, and he's doing a great job at it.  I keep praying for sanity, but I just feel like bursting into tears every day. She came in today and had a KEY to the office!  What the hell???  She spoke to me this morning and I off-handedly asked her if she was taking over for the Troop Secretary.  She said, &amp;quot;I don't know.  I guess so!&amp;quot;  Then she kind of giggled.  I wanted to slug her right in the face!!!  I'm not a violent person, but I could tell that I was about to lose it so I just came back to my office and shut the door.  I had to breathe deeply and hold back the tears.  This woman's never been a secretary before and is trying to learn this job and getting an unfair advantage, when I don't have time to learn the new job because I'm here doing MY JOB!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#205867" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I'm irrational now.  I know the job hasn't posted yet and my former Post Commander, now Lieutenant, has assured me that they are considering me too.  I have a sneaking suspicion that this witch is going to get this job.  David said that this may be God's way of seeing how I work under pressure.  I'm holding my own, but I'm upset nonetheless.  I've worked hard for this promotion and in 2 years I've learned what I can to get it.  Maybe she's just wasting her time being here, but it's intimidating the HELL out of me.  Part of me just feels like giving up.  Let's be honest here, if she's going to be here every day training for a job, then what's the point of me trying to get it after she's been taken under the wing and trained for it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#205867" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The more I think of it, the more pissed off and depressed I become.  I can't NOT think about this situation since the skank is here DAILY!!!  I'm off to go wallow in a Billy Joel CD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#205867" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Take care and hugs to you all.  :)  -J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+I'd+like+depressed+and+moody+for+%241000%2c+Alex&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1647.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1647.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 18:11:44 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1647/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1647.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-05-21T18:11:44Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Yes, I'm stupid.</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1640.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#7030a0" size=4&gt;I made the mistake and thought this was going to be a warm week, alas it's colder than...well...an iceberg.  It's been pouring down rain since this morning, but I think it's about ended.  I'm just chillin' out at work today.  I've done all I need to do, so I'm just hanging around until time for me to go home. Yes, it is nice to have a job like that.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#7030a0" size=4&gt;Funny thing happened to me last night, but it wasn't discovered until this morning by a co-worker.  I was cleaning my sand dollars in some bleach on Saturday.  Well, I went to take them out of the bleach last night and put them in cold water.  I was trying to separate them out (good ones/bad ones).  I never thought I would get a chemical burn on my hand and burn all the hair off my hand.  Yes, the EMT screwed the pooch on this one and have the injuries to prove it.  I had to laugh at my own stupidity though.  I realized, way too late, I had forgotten to dilute the bleach.  Uh...DUH!!!!!  Oh, well, I'll live.  Yes, here's my sign.(I'm Stupid)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#7030a0" size=4&gt;I've finished another assignment for my writing class.  It' s a short story involving a ghost.  I'm not going to give anything else away about my story, but I think it has plenty of potential to make a longer, chapter book later on.  I'm just proud of myself for having the gumption to take this class.  Hope you're all well.  Take care!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Yes%2c+I'm+stupid.&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1640.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1640.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 16:29:21 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1640/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1640.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-26T16:29:21Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Ho Hum</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1634.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#c0504d"&gt;Having a crappy day doesn't begin to describe how I'm feeling.  I sent one of my coworkers an email about someone of whom she was the supervisor. I just told her of some work related issues that were going on with this employee.  This woman then turned around and showed it to MY supervisor and who tried to make it into a bigger issue.  I guess I'll just shut the F*ck up and not say another word.  I was actually trying to help this person, but NEVERMIND NOW!!!!  One thing I hate the most are backstabbing bitches who can't be trusted.  That just pisses me off to NO END!!!  Now, I look like a whiney bitch to my supervisors and that just isn't the case!!!!  I hate assholes!!!  My heart breaks because I thought I could trust the people who are considered &amp;quot;family&amp;quot;.  Guess not.  Oh, well... chalk it up to my gullible and innocence in trusting people. I think I'm going to go back to my &amp;quot;Yankee ways&amp;quot; and not trust anyone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#c0504d"&gt;I have been enjoying my writing.  So much, in fact, that I would love to eventually just write full time.  That is if I can ever get published.  Thank GOD I've found my true passion.  Take care!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Ho+Hum&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1634.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1634.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 20:04:06 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1634/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1634.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-26T16:10:20Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>A Sad Anniversary</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1633.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#0c0c0c"&gt;Hard to believe that 22 years ago today, 7 amazing lives were lost.  I remember where I was when I learned that the Shuttle Challenger had &amp;quot;exploded&amp;quot;.  In actuality, it did not explode, but disintegrated.  The &amp;quot;passenger cabin&amp;quot; did in fact make it out of the disintigration in one piece, but it will be forever unknown if any of the astronauts were alive as the shuttle crashed into the ocean.  My mom knew one of the finalists who was in the running with Christa McAuliffe.  Talk about hitting close to home!  I was in the 9th grade and was studying in my English classroom for a vocabulary test.  In honor of these 7 brave souls.  This is my rememberance and tribute.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;High Flight&amp;quot; by &lt;a title="John Gillespie Magee, Jr." href="http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/wiki/John_Gillespie_Magee,_Jr."&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;John Gillespie Magee, Jr.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and 'slipped the surly bonds of Earth' to 'touch the face of God.&amp;quot;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+A+Sad+Anniversary&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1633.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1633.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 20:14:01 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1633/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1633.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-01-28T20:14:01Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>My "new" so-called life.</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1631.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#632423"&gt;As I stated yesterday, I didn't put in for the open position at my old post.  I'm really glad that I didn't try to dredge up the past.  I'm starting 2008 out on the right foot, so to speak.  Since my birthday is a week from today, I have decided to plunge head first into living life on my terms.  Since I'm taking this writing as seriously as possible, I broke down and bought a new notebook computer.  I'm just going to be using it for writing, but I wasn't going to be purchasing a clunker.  It's a brand spanking new computer from Dell and it should be arriving just in time for my birthday next week.  I can't believe I'll be 37.  I'm not bothered by it, but then again, why should I be.  Age IS just a number anyway.  Heck, there are SOME times that I don't even remember how old I am.  It takes me a second to figure it out.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#632423"&gt;While I was driving to work this morning, I realized that I've been living my life in fast mode.  There was a tractor trailer behind me driving like he was the white rabbit late for a date.  I kept having to speed up to keep from getting run over and soon I noticed that on a single lane road, I was driving nearly 80mph to keep this jerk behind me from driving up my tail pipe!  It was then that I realized that I've been living life too fast.  Hubby says I drive like an old granny, but I don't live my life this way.  Therefore, I'm going to try to change for the better.  I'm going to slow down and start enjoying my life.  My mom is constantly telling me that &amp;quot;Life is too short&amp;quot;, I guess it's about time I listen to her.  Taking this new writing class was a Christmas gift to myself and through it, I'm hoping to eventually do what I've always dreamed of doing.  I can't say that I'm a little scared of venturing into the unknown world of writing and publishing, but the adventure is going to be worth it.  Take care and hugs!  &lt;/font&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+My+%22new%22+so-called+life.&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1631.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1631.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 14:23:41 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1631/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1631.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-01-24T14:23:41Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Happy New Year!</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1627.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#5f497a"&gt;It's a little belated (ahem 3 Weeks!) but Happy New Year anyway.  2008  has already started out with a bang. I started my writing class and I'm really enjoying it.  I think it's the best thing I've ever done for myself.  I'm hoping to finally get published by the end of the year.  Work's fine.  My old Post has a secretary position open and my old trooper friends are hounding me to get a transfer to take the job.  I'm OVERLY hesitant to change job locations due to past issues with some of the troopers who are still at that Post.  I LOVE my job and I LOVE my Post.  I would be an idiot to think that the grass is greener at my old Post.  Although it would be MUCH closer to home, and I really miss my ghost,  I just can't see how there could be anything redeeming at that Post.  It's a nice thing to know that some of the troopers I used to work with, want to work with me again.  It really makes me feel loved and appreciated.  However, I just can't turn my back on a Post of troopers who have given me a chance and put their faith in me.  When all seemed lost and hopeless, the people at this Post gave me a chance to prove myself and have allowed me to grow both personally and professionally.  I love these people and I want to give them 200% every day. So, I guess there's no question.  I'm going to stay where I am.   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#5f497a"&gt;Take care and hugs!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Happy+New+Year!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1627.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1627.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 19:22:45 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1627/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1627.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-01-24T13:58:06Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Christmastime is Coming</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1625.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#4f6128"&gt;As Christmas is almost upon us, I haven't had much time for blogging.  My sister is coming to stay a few days with me leading up the the holiday.  I'm really hoping that she and I can begin to form a relationship.  I've been afraid of her and angry at her for years, but both of us believe that our Mom was the one who tried to keep us at odds.  I'm so excited that she's coming down and that we will have some &amp;quot;us&amp;quot; time.  I invited my parents down also and they said they are only coming down for a few hours on Christmas.  It was okay for Hubby and I to uproot our lives for a week while they went to NYC and we stayed at their house to look after their damn dog, but they won't honor their half of the agreement that they were going to come spend 2 days with us!  Apparently, they want to spend Christmas Eve alone (and with their friends) then to spend it with us.  I sense that the relationship I have with my Mom is going to be very different soon.  She's already lied to me and has said that she would rather spend Christmas Eve with her &amp;quot;friends&amp;quot; than with the family.  Looks and appearances were always more important to her.  That's one reason I am the way I am.  That stuff just doesn't matter to me! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#4f6128"&gt;I don't have many friends outside of work so my coworkers are my friends (and extended family).  I'm going to be off from work all next week and it saddens me that I won't get to see them.  Sounds crazy, I know, but I miss not being here.  I LOVE my job AND the guys I work with!  Maybe that's one reason I feel like I've found the ideal job.  I am so thankful for the things I have, the people I know and the life that I have. Since I didn't send out Christmas cards this year, and a few of my friends actually stop by here and read this, I would just like to say that I'm sincerely grateful for your friendship!  Have a very Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year!!!!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Christmastime+is+Coming&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1625.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1625.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 13:23:37 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1625/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1625.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-12-20T13:23:37Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Thanksgiving</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1623.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#974806"&gt;Since Thanksgiving is this week, I've got loads to do at work since I won't be in next week.  I'm heading to my parents house so that they can go out of town. Too bad they won't take me with them as I'd LOVE to get back to NYC.  I'll be doing my usual ritual of recording the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.  I saw it live many times as a child and it's always been a tradition in my house. So in honor of Thanksgiving, here are some rules to follow when you go to another family member's home for Thanksgiving.  These rules are based on Tyler Perry's character, Madea (as in Madea's Family Reunion).  I love Madea and can honestly tell you that these rules also apply in my house when we have company for Thanksgiving.  So without further adieu, here are Madea's Rules!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;&lt;br&gt;1.  Don't get in line asking questions about the food.  &amp;quot;Who made the potato salad?  Is it egg in there?  Are the greens fresh?  Is the meat in the greens turkey or pork?  Who made the macaroni and cheese? What kind of pie is that?  Who made it?  Ask one more question and I will punch you in your mouth, knocking out all your fronts so you won't be able to eat anything.  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt; 2.  If you can't walk or are missing any limbs, sit your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;butt down until someone makes your plate for you. Dinner time is not the time for you to be independent.  Nibble on them pecans and walnuts to hold you over until someone makes you a plate.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt; 3.  If you have kids under the age of twelve, I will escort their little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;butts to the basement and bring their food down to them.  They are not &lt;span&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt; tear my house up this year.  Tell them that they are not allowed upstairs until it's time for Uncle &lt;span&gt;Butchie&lt;/span&gt; to start telling family stories about their mommas and papas.  If they come upstairs for any reason except for that they are bleeding to death, I will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;tear their butts up and you better not ask why!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt; 4.  There is going to be one prayer for Thanksgiving dinner! JUST ONE! We do not care that you are thankful that your 13 year old daughter gave birth to a healthy baby or your nephew just got out of jail. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;The time limit for the prayer is one minute. If you are still talking after that one minute is up, you will feel something hard come across your lips and they will be swollen for approximately 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt; 5.  Finish everything on your plate before you go up for seconds! If you don't, you will be asked to stay your greedy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;butt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;home next year!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt; 6.  BRING YOUR OWN TUPPERWARE!! Don't let me catch you fixing yourself a plate in my good Tupperware &lt;span&gt;knowing  that&lt;/span&gt; I will never see it again!  Furthermore, if you didn't bring anything over, don't let me catch you making a plate period or it will be a misunderstanding.  And why are you making plates before you eat?  You never bring a dish or offer a dime do you?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt; 7.  What you came with is what you should leave with!! Do not leave my house with anything that doesn't belong to you. EVERYBODY WILL BE SUBJECTED TO A BODY SEARCH COMING AND GOING OUT OF MY DOMAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt; 8.  Do not leave your kids so you can go hopping from house to house.  This is not a DAYCARE CENTER! There will be a kid-parent roll call every ten minutes. Any parent that is not present at the time of roll call, your child will be put outside until you come and get him or her.  After 24 hours, I will call&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;CPS!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt; 9.  BOOK YOUR HOTEL ROOM BEFORE YOU COME INTO TOWN!! There will be no sleeping over at my house! You are to come and eat dinner and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;go home or to your hotel room. EVERYBODY GETS KICKED OUT AT 11:00 pm. You will get a 15 minute warning bell ring.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;10.    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;Last but not least! ONE PLATE PER PERSON!! This is not a soup kitchen. I am not trying to feed your family until Christmas dinner! You will be supervised when you fix your plate. Anything over the appropriate amount will be charged to you before you leave. There will be a cash register at the door. Thanks to Cousin Alfred and his greedy family, we now have a credit card machine! So VISA and MASTERCARD are now being accepted. NO FOOD STAMPS OR ACCESS CARDS YET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Thanksgiving&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1623.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1623.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 20:10:06 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1623/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1623.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-11-19T20:10:06Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Catching up with life</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1618.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734"&gt;Well, football season is in full swing and Hubby's brain has gone into the proverbial toilet.  We got the concrete pad poured for the addition to the side porch.  It looks really nice with the new hot tub on it!  Yes, we finally got a hot tub.  Let me tell you it is awesome!!!  Nothing like sitting in the hot tub on a cool night and watching the steam rise.  That's my own little retreat while Hubby's doing his thing.  One of our little dachshunds, Mini-Me, disappeared yesterday night.  He'd figured out how to get out of the fence and before Hubby could fix it, Mini-Me disappeared.  Hubby searched the neighborhood and knocked on all the doors to let people know that &amp;quot;Min&amp;quot; was out, but no one has seen him.  I'm worried about his safety and the fact that he doesn't have any food!  It rained all day and night and I know Mini-me is afraid of water (I have no idea why).  I keep hoping that he's going to find his way home again, but deep down, I know that I may never see him again.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734"&gt;On a brighter note, our cats are doing fine.  Tigerbaby has been trying to dominate Boo and Morris, but it's not working too well.  Morris is currently learning to trust me and lets me pet him.  He likes to jump on the swing and sit next to me while I pet him and massage him.  He's too cute and has started &amp;quot;Meowing&amp;quot; at me when I stop petting him.  His best friend and cousin, Boo, are like two peas in a pod.  Boo has really become the loving cat I always hoped for.  Before the attack 4 months ago, Boo wasn't into letting us get too close to him.  Now, he has to sit on the swing next to the back door and wait until I come out.  Wherever I am, there's Boo.  He and I have grown very attached to each other.  Tigerbaby is 100% Hubby's cat and that's just fine with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734"&gt;Work is good.  Keeping busy to say the least.  We are having our tri-annual inspection in less than 2 weeks.  It's actually conducted by two people from HQ and they look at EVERYTHING!!!  They will be here for 4 days and although I've gotten all of the paperwork ready for them, I'm STILL a nervous wreck.  I know, I know it's the OCD in me that feels like everything has to be perfect.  What can I say?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#953734"&gt;Hope you're all doing well.  Take care!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Catching+up+with+life&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1618.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1618.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 13:23:06 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1618/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1618.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-11-05T14:54:10Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Yes, I finally made it back</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1611.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#366092"&gt;Our vacation was good, but it wasn't without its drama.  Hubby's father was being pig-headed and went down some stairs with out a light on.  He missed a step and fell and broke his arm near his shoulder.  So, hubby's parents left a day early.  I have to admit I wasn't at all sad to see them go.  The beach was amazing and we still managed to have a great time.  I got several books about ghosts and haunted Savannah locations.  I've already started reading them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#366092"&gt;It has finally begun to cool down around here.  Work, as usual, is awesome and I've just been busy doing paperwork and organizing. LOL  Football season is well underway and in the South, I've really learned that football here is like a religion.  I'm stunned at how life just STOPS when a football game is being played.  From high school to college to Pro, people in the south seem to have tunnel vision when it comes to the throwing of the &amp;quot;pigskin&amp;quot;.  Hubby becomes physically and mentally paralized when the games are on and I'm actually glad that he's out of the house and helping out the local high school team.  He doesn't seem to understand that I don't give a hoot about football.  I don't know the players, but with the high school team, he manages to ramble on and on about the players.  He knows them by name and proceeds to tell me about the game.  Personally, I'm just not interested.  Books, movies, music, I'm there with ya and LOVE to hear about it; football, forget it.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#366092"&gt;Boo is doing well and loves to play outside.  Boo is no longer a she, but is, in fact, a HE!  He and Morris are best friends and are learning to get along with their respective mothers and love to run around in the yard, teasing the dogs.  Don't worry, the cats have learned their lesson.  Hubby and I are going to be working on a new project now that the closet and spare rooms are finished.  We are going to be moving our chain link fence inward and shrinking our fenced in yard by 1/3.  Don't worry, all of the dogs will be fine, but now we'll be able to build on to our existing side porch and then screen it in.  Our plans for this endeavor include possibly adding in a hot tub/spa, and possibly connecting our porch to Oasis. This will possibly add 2 rooms to our house which will be even better!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#366092"&gt;Mom and Dad are headed to New York City the week after Thanksgiving so I'm going to be out of town petsitting for them.  I hope they will have a great time as they are going to be with a group of friends for this trip.  I would love to go as I KNOW I would love to get back &amp;quot;home&amp;quot;, but as it stands, maybe later in life.  :)  Hope you're all doing well.  Take care!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Yes%2c+I+finally+made+it+back&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1611.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1611.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 13:41:42 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1611/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1611.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-10-24T12:43:31Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Do Not Disturb My Brain</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1606.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#17365d"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;One week from today and I'll be on the beach!!!!  The idea of just being away from home for a while is refreshing and I'm anticipating the fun!&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;Sun, surf, sand and seashells are all I'll need for a few days. Don't get me wrong, I still love my job, but I'm thrilled to be able to get away from here for a while. One week.... and counting!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Do+Not+Disturb+My+Brain&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1606.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1606.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 13:12:49 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1606/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1606.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-08-20T13:12:49Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Vcation is around the corner!!!!!!</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1604.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#632423"&gt;It's supposed to be hot again today.  We reached a new record yesterday with a high of 105!  I worry about our little cats outside.  It's soooo hot!  I bring them in at night but there's no one home today to let them in and they can't stay in the house full time as they HATE it!  I'll be ready for some snow if the heat doesn't let up.  Well, in just 2 1/2 weeks I'll be on the beach!  Tybee Island has been mine and Hubby's &amp;quot;getaway&amp;quot; place for years, but usually we go in the winter when it's not cold, but it's not hot either.  It's comfortable and there's hardly anyone there except the locals.  Too bad we can't afford to buy a house there and just live there when we want to.  In a bold and possibly stupid move, I invited Hubby's parents to come with us.  They're insistant to bring their little Chihuahua dogs, but we've rented a house so maybe they won't be as bothersome.  Hubby's mother and I get along fairly well, that is when she isn't making snide and snarky comments about me. I've gotten used to it and if I hadn't already become used to her rudeness, I probably wouldn't have invited them.  Besides, Tybee is a big enough island so I won't have to have her shoved up my ass all the time.  LOL  Either way, I'm just glad to be getting away from the house for a while.  I'm the one who planned this trip and did all the checking on houses so my in laws SHOULD be kissing my ass right now.  I've handled every aspect of searching for the place to stay, signing contracts, working with the agent, paying the fees, etc.  Wonder if I could do like the vikings and just stick the in laws on a long boat, set it ablaze and send it out to sea?  LOL  I know, that's mean and a sick joke.  I'm sorry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#632423"&gt;  I've been working really hard lately.  Between deadlines and inspections, it's been a challenge to get everything finished, but I will say that I'm LOVING it!  Someone asked me if I would ever try to transfer and be closer to home, and I told her , &amp;quot;No Way&amp;quot;.  Once you're around a small group every day, they become your family.  This IS my family.  These guys are like my brothers and the women here are like my sisters.  It's interesting how I trust every one of them, when I usually have a hard time trusting people.  I feel comforted in knowing that they trust me as well.  They know that I'm only here to help them and to make sure they have what they need.  Kinda like a mom, isn't it?  One of the troopers brought his 8 month old daughter by here to see me.  He warned me that when he gave her to me that she would poke out her lip and start to cry.  He said that she does it to everybody, even to grandparents, but there was nothing to worry about.  From the moment I held that precious little girl, she never once poked out her lip, never cried, just giggled, smiled and laughed.  This was enough of a big deal that the Trooper's wife called me to tell me that I was the only person she had not cried with.  I felt SO blessed!  The irony of it all is that my mother in law once made a loud remark to my best friend, while I was holding my best friend's new baby that I didn't know how to care for a baby.  Yeah, like SHE was an expert.  Oh well....back to work.  Take care!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Vcation+is+around+the+corner!!!!!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1604.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1604.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 15:37:32 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1604/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1604.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-08-10T15:37:32Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1602.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt; What an interesting surprise that MSN has changed more about their spaces.  Hubby and I are planning a vacation!  We are heading to Tybee Island again but this time we'll be there in the summer and not the winter.  We'll still be back for Ghostock, but this time we just want to get away.  The only (sort of) bad part is that we are going to be sharing a house with his parents.  They are nice people, but sometimes we just don't get along.  Maybe things will work out as we'll only be there for 4 days. Either way, I'm glad to just be getting away to the BEACH and getting back to my element.  It's been a busy month for me as my father and sister came down last Saturday.  My sister is moving into a condo and wanted to get some of the furniture I've had in storage.  It was a short visit so things weren't so bad.  &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I'm headed to a baby shower this Saturday.  It's going to be my first and I'm really nervous.  It's for Hubby's partner at work and she's a sweet girl!  I guess I'm nervous because I can't have children and that was always a sore subject for me.  Now that I've put my life and brain on a different course and I've accepted my failures, I just a wee bit nervous.  &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;One of my best friends was SUPPOSED to come down for a visit in 2 weeks, but I haven't heard from her.  It wouldn't bother me a bit if she didn't show up.  Hubby has only half-assed worked on the closet.  He's torn the wall out and then left it.  Both spare rooms are packed with everything that was in the closets and it's nearly impossible to MOVE in there.  I would hope that since I haven't heard from her she's not coming, otherwise that would mean that she is going to show up unannounced and then I'll be stuck as to where to put her.  :(&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Hope you have a great week! Hugs and Take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Busy%2c+Busy%2c+Busy&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1602.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1602.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 17:34:05 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1602/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1602.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-07-24T17:34:05Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Rough weeks deserve soft fur</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1599.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#800080"&gt;Here's a little update.  Boo is doing beautifully!!  She's literally back the way she was with the exception that she loves to be held and purrs all the time.  Boo is back to jumping and running and loves to hide inside cardboard boxes.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;On a sad note, Piglet passed away on Monday.  He had some obvious respiratory problems and started refusing to eat.  We did all we could for him, but he just didn't make it. :(   We found Piglet's brother under the deck and named him, Morris.  He's an orange and white tabby.  Both of Piglet's sisters didn't make it either, sad to say.  At first Boo didn't like Morris, but now she's found a little buddy and they don't like being away from one another.  They're just too CUTE!  Little Halloween babies! Boo and Morris - Black and Orange!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;Hubby and I are fine.  We went to a little auction last weekend and I got 4 little tables.  They are soo sweet!  The tops are cut and painted in the shape of daisies and sunflowers.  The legs and bodies are green like stems and leaves.  I can't describe how cute they are.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;We've been getting inundated with rain this week and although we need it, I'm sick of the humidity. It's been hard at work this week.  Don't worry, my job is still awesome, but we've had 8 fatalities in less than a week.  4 of them were SMALL children ranging from 5-11 years old.  2 were teens and the other 2 were adults.  It's just been really heartbreaking.  I hope next week is much better.  I'm still trying to decide when to take a vacation.  Right now, it looks like it may be mid-August before I can get a long break.  Hope you're doing well.  Take care!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Rough+weeks+deserve+soft+fur&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1599.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1599.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 18:23:58 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1599/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1599.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-07-24T17:36:58Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Cats, cops, &amp; stuff</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1596.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#003366"&gt;Everything seems to be back on track again.  Whew!  What a week it's been!  I've been wanting to do something new these days.  Kinda break out of that mid-summer rut.  I've yet to take a TRUE vacation this summer and I think I'm going to have to schedule a little break, just for me.  First week of the month is bad for me due to the monthly paperwork that has to be completed before inspection.  Middle of the month will probably be better.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#003366"&gt;Our little black kitten, Boo, was attacked by some dogs last weekend and after an emergency trip to the vet, Boo is doing a little better.  She's not up and walking yet, but she's eating like a horse and is beginning to move around.  Hubby thought she was already dead, but I know that Boo is a fighter.  We also found one of Lily's babies on Sunday.  He's a tabby and looks just like a tiger cub.  Lily refused to care for him so we are now his parents.  He's about 3 weeks old and takes about 6-12cc's of milk 4-5 times a day.  He cries constantly, but he's getting better.  He's too cute!  I told Hubby to name him, but after nearly a week with no name (Hubby wanted to call him &amp;quot;Shithead&amp;quot;) I've named him &amp;quot;Piglet&amp;quot;.  He eats like a pig and LOVES to root around under pillows, blankets, etc.  It's a lot more crazy trying to get him fed, but it's different and I like it.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#003366"&gt;I'm beginning to wish there was an intelligence test that was mandatory before obtaining a driver's license.  People are consistantly coming into our office to get their driver's license reinstated, renewed, etc.  The driver's license office is next door, plainly and boldly marked.  However, these morons keep coming in here.  One thing I CAN say is that Georgia is FULL of stupid drivers!!!!  One guy came in and wanted to know where he could PHYSICALLY go to get his driver's license renewed.  One of the other girls here told him he could PHYSICALLY go next door to do that.  I thought to myself, is it possible to MENTALLY or EMOTIONALLY go and get a driver's license???  Maybe that guy need to go somewhere else to CHECK on his MENTALITY!!!!  It's funny how people can be so incompetent!  That's one reason I love this job. LOL &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#003366"&gt;Hope you're all doing well.  Take care!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Cats%2c+cops%2c+%26+stuff&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1596.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1596.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 14:15:09 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1596/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1596.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-06-29T14:15:09Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>New Meanings</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1595.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#800080"&gt;I'm still a little blue, but I ran across this song the other day and I had to share it.  Well, the words anyway.  The first time I heard it, I found several different meanings in what it's saying, but as it applies to me now, I see something totally different in it.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;                                             &lt;u&gt;Easy Silence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;When the calls and conversations&lt;br&gt;Accidents and accusations&lt;br&gt;Messages and misperceptions&lt;br&gt;Paralyze my mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Busses, cars, and airplanes leaving&lt;br&gt;Burning fumes of gasoline&lt;br&gt;And everyone is running&lt;br&gt;And I come to find a refuge in the&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Easy silence that you make for me&lt;br&gt;It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me&lt;br&gt;And the peaceful quiet you create for me&lt;br&gt;And the way you keep the world at bay for me&lt;br&gt;The way you keep the world at bay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Monkeys on the barricades&lt;br&gt;Are warning us to back away&lt;br&gt;They form commissions trying to find&lt;br&gt;The next one they can crucify&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And anger plays on every station&lt;br&gt;Answers only make more questions&lt;br&gt;I need something to believe in&lt;br&gt;Breathe in sanctuary in the&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Easy silence that you make for me&lt;br&gt;It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me&lt;br&gt;And the peaceful quiet you create for me&lt;br&gt;And the way you keep the world at bay for me&lt;br&gt;The way you keep the world at bay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Children lose their youth too soon&lt;br&gt;Watching war made us immune&lt;br&gt;And I've got all the world to lose&lt;br&gt;But I just want to hold on to the&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Easy silence that you make for me&lt;br&gt;It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me&lt;br&gt;And the peaceful quiet you create for me&lt;br&gt;And the way you keep the world at bay for me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The easy silence that you make for me&lt;br&gt;It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me&lt;br&gt;And the peaceful quiet you create for me&lt;br&gt;And the way you keep the world at bay for me&lt;br&gt;The way you keep the world at bay for me&lt;br&gt;The way you keep the world at bay&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+New+Meanings&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1595.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1595.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 19:51:14 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1595/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1595.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-06-20T19:51:14Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Still feeling a bit blue</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1594.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#0000ff"&gt;I'm feeling a little better today now that I'm back at work.  My mother has apologized for being so mean and nasty, however it's up to me to stop this cycle of psychological abuse.  It's obvious from her emails that this is just like physical abuse only with words.  Even the excuses and words are the SAME!!!  I'm going to take a break from this &amp;quot;family&amp;quot; thing for awhile and I'm going to try to focus on my birthfamily for a while.  I still want to get to know my brothers and birthmother and being &amp;quot;free&amp;quot; from my Mom for a while will allow me to do this, guilt free!  Jules sent me this wonderful poem today and I think it expresses EXACTLY how I feel.  Thanks to Jules for reading my mind, yet again.  Take care!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout:&lt;br&gt;This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel&lt;br&gt;the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package.&lt;br&gt;Take me... or leave me. Accept me - or walk away! Do not try to make&lt;br&gt;me feel like less of a person, just because I don't fit your idea of&lt;br&gt;who I should be and don't try to change me to fit your mold. If I need&lt;br&gt;to change, I alone will make that decision.&lt;br&gt;When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good and bad - you&lt;br&gt;will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Copyright (c) 2000 Stacey Charter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Still+feeling+a+bit+blue&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1594.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1594.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 16:15:52 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1594/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1594.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-06-19T16:15:52Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Treated like crap...again!!!!!</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1593.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#808000"&gt;Hubby and I just got back from my family reunion (father's side).  It was horrid and I wanted to come home soon after we'd arrived.  My sister now has Bozo hair (the color of) and looks terrible.  My mother, as usual, was stuck up my sister's ass all day yesterday.  Nothing new there.  I got to see one of my best friends though.  Hubby and I went to see her last night for a few hours and we had a great time catching up.  I had gone to my parent's house early to help them get ready for the reunion.  I thought I was being a big help, until we arrived back home today.  There was a vicious, nasty email from my mom that she wrote after I'd left.  Apparently, she couldn't find anything to bitch at me about (hell I'd bought her 2 movies, baked all the desserts for the reunion, and helped her out), but she still found a way to cut me to the core.  Like I posted in my earlier blog, my mother has always made snide and ugly remarks to me about my mouth and today was no different. Her nasty email ended like this. &amp;quot;I love you dearly, but you talk too much&amp;quot;.  Great way to tell your kids you love them, right?  This is the pot calling the kettle black.  At this point, I've told my mother to stay out of my life and not to ever mention my name again.  The other half of my brain really wonders if I should just try to stick with my birthmother and my brothers.  They don't know me very well, but I've NEVER been treated so badly by them either.   Right now, I'm nearly in tears because I'm sick of people going out of their way to be so cruel and nasty to me.  Guess I've just been played and used again, only to be thrown out a short time later with the trash.  My mother's excuses for her behavior are always the same.  She constantly says that she's &amp;quot;tired&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;you miss understood me&amp;quot;, or the greatest one-&amp;quot;there are more things going one here that you don't know about so please excuse me.&amp;quot;  As far as I'm concerned, this is a form of mental abuse.   I'm tired of this crap!  It's up to me to stop this cycle of abuse.  In the past, I've always gone back and excused her behavior because she's my &amp;quot;mom&amp;quot;.  This enabling has got to stop now and I'm just the one to do it.  Wonder what's going to happen next?  Take care.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Treated+like+crap...again!!!!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1593.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1593.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 23:38:00 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1593/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1593.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-06-18T15:57:45Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Stop judging me....</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1588.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#003366"&gt;Wow,  I've had exactly 7600 views since I started this.  What an accomplishment.  I see that no one's been coming by anymore and I guess that's because it's summertime and no one likes to be inside while it's pretty outside.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#003366"&gt;I've been wrestling with something lately.  Apparently, I talk too much.  I'm loud, I'm too honest, I'm too opinionated and I just talk all the time.  I was chastised about this when I was a child and according to my mom, it &amp;quot;turned all the other kids off.&amp;quot;  As an adult, I've tried not to talk to much, but still those insults are said and they are just as hurtful then as they are now.  I can't help the way I am.  If people dislike me because of it then don't let the screen door bang you in the ass while you leave.  I feel that a lot of people don't like me.  Not the people I work with, mind you.  It's the people I thought were my friends.  What is wrong with people that they are just too mean to everyone else?  I'm afraid that as a society, we just don't give a shit anymore.  I'm a big woman.  Yes, nearly the size of a house but still....that's me.  I hate being big, but besides the fact that it's genetic, I just can't lose weight.  Seriously, I didn't fit into my mother's mold and I wasn't thin enough at 12 so from that minute on, I was forced onto diets which basically screwed my metabolism for the rest of my life.  The PCOS I have doesn't help at all either.  So I guess I'm just a big fat woman with a big fat mouth.  People don't like be for my size or my weight, well, I say &amp;quot;Fuck off!&amp;quot;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#003366"&gt;  I'm a nice person.  I like to laugh, I love comedies, I cry and I feel.  I'm just as human as those Victoria Secret models, but I just don't vomit right after I eat.   I fight for causes I believe in and I will admit that I am my own worst critic.  Does that make me any less of a person?  I don't think so.  I will admit that I'm just as critical and judgemental of people as everyone else.  However, the buck stops here.  Don't judge me and I'm not going to judge you.  Of all my faults and insecurities, my weight and my big mouth have always been harsh realities for me.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#003366"&gt;  I remember one of my best friends told me, 12 years ago, that I was never to call her again.  We'd been friends for over a decade, but then she just took away her friendship with out asking me first.  I was telling my mom about it and she said that it was probably because this person was tired of my big mouth and embarrassed by my weight.  I was also told that this girl never really wanted to be my friend but that her mother had insisted she be my friend.  Kind of a harsh reality, isn't it?  Either way, I just want people to stop judging others on appearance.  If your friend talks a lot, just accept it or move on. If your friend could stand to lose some weight, again, accept it or move on!  Had my friend just told me the truth 12 years ago, I wouldn't be wondering about it all of these years.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#003366"&gt;Since no one has been stopping by for a while, I'm going to just start venting on here.  I don't really have much of a sounding board at home and I need to get these feelings out.  Take care!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Stop+judging+me....&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1588.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1588.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 16:43:52 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1588/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1588.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-06-07T16:43:52Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Memorial Day Weekend</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1586.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#ff6600"&gt;Have a good Memorial Day weekend.  Hubby and I are going to kick back and relax. We bought ourselves a new sleigh bed which will be here on Tuesday.  It's a larger bed so we have to go get new sheets and stuff for the new bed. I love shopping! LOL  Hubby's working Sunday so I'll be chilling out and watching some movies.  We're going to be grilling out on Monday.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#ff6600"&gt; Don't forget to remember our service men and women.  I'm grateful, every day, for their sacrifice.  We're off to the pond to go fishing now.  Take care and be careful!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Memorial+Day+Weekend&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1586.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1586.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2007 18:11:29 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1586/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1586.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-05-29T12:34:16Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Sugar and Spice vs the rants</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1585.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;We have a new kitten as of Saturday evening.  Apparently, Tiger-baby had a baby and we didn't know it.  Boo is about 3-4 weeks old.  She's a solid black long-haired kitten and she's just adorable.  Hubby didn't mind when I said I was going to keep it.  LOL  We still have our 6 puppies all ready to go to new homes.  So far, no one's called about them (it's only been a week).  I'm not discouraged, just ready for them to go.  LOL  I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I'm sitting here entertaining my boss' 3 year old daughter.  She's so cute but EXTREMELY shy.  I think she's warming up to me while coloring in her book.  I'm such a kid magnet these days.  I guess since I can't have any myself, other people want me to care for theirs.  Mind you, I'm not complaining in the least.  I just think it's kinda funny.  I have more kids coming to me than I thought possible.  Speaking of which, my older brother and his wife are expecting baby #2 in the fall.  I'm really excited for her.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Strangely enough, I haven't heard from my birth family in a while.  I guess my birthmother didn't appreciate the card I sent her (It NEVER mentioned her as my mother) so I guess I'm getting the cold shoulder.  I don't really care.  She has only learned the name of one of our dogs (see post a few back) and she's constantly trying to act like she's always been in my life.  In reality, I just met her 3 years ago.  She never has asked me about my youth or growing up.  She has never answered a single one of my questions, and that hurts.  So much has happened and some of her statements really hurt me.  She said she knew that when she gave me up, that I was going to a good home.  Yeah, that's why I ended up in Foster care for 6 weeks.  Talk about delusional!  This woman, for all intents and purposes, threw me away and then tried to soothe herself by telling me that she knew I was going to a good home.  Good thing she's psychic!  My PARENTS are outstanding and although I was a horrendous child to begin with, I will always be forever grateful to them.  My mom has never met my &amp;quot;birthmother&amp;quot; and I think that's okay.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough ranting.  Hope you're having a great week!  Take care!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Sugar+and+Spice+vs+the+rants&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1585.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1585.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 17:30:20 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1585/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1585.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-05-28T23:25:54Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Opposites~~~</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1581.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#003366"&gt;I guess I'd better write something as the visitation here is REALLY SLOW!!!!  A big thanks and a hug to those of you who DO manage to get over here on occasion.  As usual, work is fabulous!  My horrid sister finally graduated from Nursing School last week.  I guess that makes her the graduate and me the drop-out.  Talk about feeling bad about myself, I feel like a failure.  I told Dad the other night that I may have dropped out of college, but at least I have my shit together!!! This is an area where I'm totally different from my sister.  I was 21 and wanted to go live my own life.  I was tired of having to live with my parents' direction.  They'd mapped out my whole life for me by the time I was 10!!!  Even where I was going to college!!!!  Always the rebel, I realized, at 21, that I'd had enough of their plans and I was going to go do what I wanted to do.  I moved to another state and began my life.  It was hard as hell and there were MANY times I thought I was going to die and I wasn't going to make it.  After repeated failures, I managed to pull myself up, yet again, and work myself up in this world.  I did it and now those years are but a memory (albeit a very VIVD memory).  My sister has been the complete opposite of me since birth.  She is HIGHLY dependant on my parents for money and is VERY VERY selfish.  My parents have realized that I've not asked them for a penny since 1992 &amp;amp; I NEVER wanted to move back home.  Again, my sister and I are opposites.  She uses my parents for money (which they give to her b/c my sister uses my niece as a bargaining chip).  She NEVER comes around unless she needs something.  I haven't spoken to her in a LONG time, but she DID send me an email asking me to come to her graduation.  I'm actually glad now because my sister got a job in another state and may be moving away from my parents.  How long will her independence last?  Who knows, but I hope my parents can live in peace for a while.  Hubby and I are going to work EMS for the Relay for Life cancer walk tonight.  Hope every one has a great Mother's Day!  Be kind and good to your moms.  Just remember, they got stuck having to carry YOU around for 9 months, so give 'em a break this weekend. I always send my mom flowers and I did again this year. Take Care!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Opposites%7e%7e%7e&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1581.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1581.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2007 18:23:59 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1581/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1581.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-05-11T18:23:59Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Public Safety...It's our life.</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1580.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#0000ff" size=2&gt;Public Safety, its our life. &lt;br&gt;Body: It may take you two minutes to read this, but if you do not take the time to read this you are one of the people this post is talking about. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You stay up for 16 hours &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He's been up for 48 straight &lt;br&gt;_________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You take a warm shower to help you wake up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The rain in the middle of the interstate keeps him awake. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You complain of a &amp;quot;headache&amp;quot; and call in sick. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He's chilled to the bone, hasn't eaten all day, has the flu, and then has to direct traffic in the snow. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You drink your coffee on your way to the mall. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He would kill for a little bit of caffeine to keep him going. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He makes sure his gun is loaded and his vest is on. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You talk trash about your &amp;quot;buddies&amp;quot; that aren't with you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He watches his buddy get shot. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He walks down the highway looking for the motorcyclist's missing limb. &lt;br&gt;_________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You complain about how hot it is. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He wears a vest, uniform, and duty belt and walks his beat for 12 hours. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You go out to lunch and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He hasn't seen a meal since last shift when he ate breakfast. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hes worn the same stinking, wet, grungy clothes for the past 24 hours....no time for a shower. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You go to the mall and get your hair redone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He holds the arms of some college girl who is trying to beat him up because she's so drunk. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His shift ended 2 hours ago and he got held over to work another 12 hours because of man power shortage. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He calls his girlfriend to tell her he's safe....then hangs up abrubtly beacause some nut job is beating his wife. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You yell and scream at the patrol car that just past you because they slowed you down. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He's driving that car yelling into his radio because his buddy has a gun pointed at him. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You roll your eyes as a baby cries. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He cries as he hears his new born cry in the hospital....but he was taking a drunk teenager in when his boy was born. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You criticize your police dept and say they're never there quick enough anyways. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He blows the air horn while the person in front of him refuses to move while talking on their cell phone and doing their makeup. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You hear the jokes about a fallen cop and say he should have known better. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He looks at the picture of his fallen comrade everytime he walks out the door of the dept to start his shift...and prays that tonight isn't his night. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You see the bright lights when you go by. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He sees the broken bodies lying around the car. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He looks into buying a better bullet proof vest because he been shot at while doing a normal traffic stop. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You stay at home and watch TV. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He takes his spare time to wash his uniform, polish his boots and clean his gun so he doesn't get yelled at by his supervisior for a scuff on his boot. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He tries to sleep for an hour before he is needed for court all day and gets one hour...that should hold him through another 12 hour shift. &lt;br&gt;__________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You sit there and judge him, saying the that it's a waste of money to have them around. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Garbage truck workers make more than he does, but it's not for the money, it's for the people who don't appreciate what he does. &lt;br&gt;___________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You complain to him because you were the one pulled over, telling him, &amp;quot;Why aren't you out there catching real criminals.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then he tells you,&amp;quot;You just broke the law yourself, so to me , YOU are the criminal.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;___________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You get to kiss your children every night before they get in bed &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He gets to tell his children over the phone that he might see them tomorrow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" size=2&gt;Finally, a misting of rain around here.  Where's the snow when you REALLY need it???  Things are fine here.  My sister graduates from Nursing School tomorrow.  If you know me well enough, you'll understand why I'm not going to be there.  Hubby made his LAST payment to the ungrateful brat yesterday.  I LOVED his note to her.  He did it on the computer so he would have a copy of it but as he's been lax about getting a new ink cartridge, it printed out fairly well, but had some light spots in it.  Hubby colored them in with black marker and said &amp;quot; Happy 18th Birthday.  Have a Nice Life.  Final Child Support Payment&amp;quot;.  Then he said&amp;quot;Now maybe I can afford to go buy more ink for our printer&amp;quot;.  I nearly died laughing.  This ungrateful bitch has accomplished NOTHING and yet everything we DIDN'T want her to do.  Let's see, she started using drugs, drinking and smoking at 15.  Her MOTHER condoned this behavior.  Her mother let this child start having sex at 15 which explains why this CHILD had a baby at 16 and ANOTHER at 17!!!  We did NOT raise her to be this way and she's the complete opposite way she was as a child.  The only thing we can understand is that she is JUST like her mother and obviously her mother has TOO much influence on her.  Oh well, hubby's just glad to get her out of his life at this point.  Sounds callous, I know, but she's not really his child anyway.  Just a reminder of the fact he tried to do the right thing and was duped into believing a lie.  The brat's mother knew all along that hubby wasn't the father, but she couldn't get the REAL father to take responsibility so she went to someone she KNEW would be her &amp;quot;knight in shining armour&amp;quot;.  This child is just a reminder of a BIG mistake and now he doesn't have to worry anymore.  So... things are starting to really look up for him.  Take care!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Public+Safety...It's+our+life.&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1580.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1580.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2007 14:33:57 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1580/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1580.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-05-04T14:33:57Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>What's up?</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1577.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#800080"&gt;I must really be getting old.  I can't believe today is the last day of April!!!  Time just seems to fly by these days.  It's been hotter than hades here lately.  I've turned in to the continuous water fountain for all of my plants.  Oasis is great, but I'm having to figure out which plants like LOTS of sun and which do not.  Of the nearly 300 bulbs we planted, a large portion of them are starting to pop up.  Our &amp;quot;baby trees&amp;quot; are growing quite fast and they've gotten settled into their new homes.  Speaking of homes, the house is still clean!!!  Hubby and I had a lazy weekend and watched movies.  &amp;quot;The Queen&amp;quot; was really good as was &amp;quot;Code Name: Cleaner&amp;quot;.  Hubby got us &amp;quot;Night at the Museum&amp;quot; on Thursday.  We went to the theater to see it for our anniversary and we just loved it.  Abbey's puppies are really sprouting and should be finding new homes in the next 2 weeks.  I love my puppies, but I'm just so ready to let them go to their new families.  I think Abbey's BEEN ready since she acts like she doesn't want to be around them anymore.  This is understandable as she's weaning them right now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;It's been fairly quiet these days.  As spring settles in and summer prepares for it's grand entrance, I'm ready to enjoy being outside more these days.  I have a question, while I'm at it.  Do your friends ever routinely ask about your pets?  I have a &amp;quot;friend' who has only learned the name of ONE of our 6 dogs.  She never mentions ANY of our other dogs, but in every letter she constantly asks about ONE of our dogs.  I don't think this is normal, but then again, this isn't a &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot; friendship either.  It's becoming more one sided as I feel myself wanting to back away from her and just run like hell.  Some of you may know of whom I'm speaking and you're probably correct.  Either way, I opened this can of worms and I'm going to have to be nice when I try to close it back up.  This is just getting too strange and too uncomfortable for me.  Have a great week y'all!  Take care!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+What's+up%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1577.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1577.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 19:24:54 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1577/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1577.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-04-30T19:24:54Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Back to normal?</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1569.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#333399" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weekend is over and my parents have come and gone.  We had a great time yesterday!  We had steak on the grill along with corn, baked potatoes, rolls and apple crisp!  The house is clean, as is the yard and Oasis was a hit!  Dad loved it because the hammock is there.  That along with the fountain was a delight for him.  I'm glad he liked it.  My niece fell in love with the puppies and I thought we were going to have to check her pockets before they left.  LOL  Mom and I had a great time getting to visit.  I think if they'd been able to stay a day or two longer, they would have done so.  Mom wanted to get a little critical but I just ignored it and went on with the visit.  That's a first for me as I usually end up getting pissed off and a fight breaks out.  I don't have time for critical people these days.  We'll be headed to Mom and Dad's in June for our family reunion.  I think this will be the last time the &amp;quot;baby boomers&amp;quot; are going to be doing the hosting and I think I'm going to take the ball and run with it next year.  I'm sure it's going to be a pain in the ass, but I'm ready for it.  I haven't had time to take pictures yet, but rest assured I'll get them up as soon as I can.  Take care!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Back+to+normal%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1569.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1569.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 16:48:20 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1569/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1569.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-04-23T16:48:20Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Confessions of a neat-freak</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1567.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I'm a neat-freak.  What can I say??  I've always been this way.  I'm not sure if it's ADD or OCD, but I can't just do a partial cleaning.  I feel this outrageous need to just do the job and do it well.  The list of &amp;quot;To Do's&amp;quot; is getting shorter and shorter.  I'm off the rest of the week and I must say that I'm really getting a lot accomplished.  Oasis is WONDERFUL!!!  I got ALL of my plants out of the house in into Oasis along with the fountain.  The spare rooms are now flawless and clean as well as the guest bathroom.  The master bath is completed with the exception of Hubby installing the new towel rack and toilet paper holder.  There are a few more things to do but I'm less stressed now because I KNOW I will be finished before company comes on Sunday.  Hubby will be around for the next 2 days to help me finish the jobs.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma size=3&gt;Abbey's puppies are now 3 weeks old and are growing like weeds.  Their eyes opened last week and they are moving around quite well.  They are just 6 little bundles of joy!  Abbey is ready for them to move on so she can get back to playing in the yard like she used to.  LOL  All of the 275 bulbs we planted last month are starting to awaken so the yard is going to look good this summer as well!  Glad Abbey won't be out front to try and eat them.  LOL  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma size=3&gt;I heard Sangiya (sp) was voted off tonight.  All I can say is GOOD RIDDANCE!!!!!!!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma size=3&gt;I'll try to get some pictures of Oasis and the puppies up sometime soon.  It may have to wait until next week as, obviously, this week is already filled for me.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma size=3&gt;Take care and I'm so glad to hear that my BFF's are now coming to visit.  Hey Nicola and Jules!!!!!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Confessions+of+a+neat-freak&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1567.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1567.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 03:09:43 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1567/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1567.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-04-19T03:09:43Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Spring Hissy Fits</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1564.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#003366" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First it's hot and muggy.  Pollen sticks to EVERYTHING and we are miserable. However the trees get planted and flowers are blooming!  Then the weather decides to take a holiday and the temperatures PLUMMET to below freezing!!  Our once beautiful trees may not make it, and the Jasmine may be dead as well.  The potted plants, however, are fine and dandy as I brought them in the house and saved them.  It's pouring rain right now but the temps are back up.  I'm hoping to have ALL of the plants back outside tomorrow and I'm going to move a few pieces of furniture in  and exchange them with some old stuff we have.  I'm hoping that by this weekend, I can have the cleaning ALMOST finished.  Hubby has become lazy again but I'm hoping that he can at least finish painting the bathroom sometime THIS century.  He moans and complains all the time about how he's just tired and his bones are sore.  Yeah, right, he can go out and do landscaping work for everyone else, but he can't manage to finish just ONE project at home.  I had the honor of finishing the screened porch myself last Sunday.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#003366" size=3&gt;Okay, so there's my bitchfest for the day.  My family is coming for a visit for the first time in 4 years, and I'm catching flack from Hubby because I'm doing a concentrated Spring Cleaning.  I'll just be glad when I'm finished cleaning and I can enjoy my home again.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#003366" size=3&gt;There is no way work could get any better.   I've proved to everyone that they were right for taking a chance on me.  I got an Exceeds Expectations on my quarterly Performance review.  I may not have been their first choice, but I've proved how valuable I am.  I'm so happy with the people I work with and the postition I have.   I hope everyone is able to find their Zen job.  It's so awesome when you find it.  The rehab unit is such a distant memory for me now.  Thank God!!!  Take care!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Spring+Hissy+Fits&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1564.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1564.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 18:33:11 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1564/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1564.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-04-11T18:33:11Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Birthdays and visits</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1559.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#800080" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My precious niece had her 8th birthday yesterday.  I'm so proud of her.  She's so special and sweet and I LOVE children at that age.  I found out that she loves horses which is ironic as I do too.  Several times I've been told how much like me she is.  I want to have the opportunity to spoil her as if she were my own child.  Dad's birthday is Tuesday and I REALLY need to do something for him.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#800080" size=3&gt;I spoke with my mom last night.  Every year for the last four years, my parents have said that they were going to come to our house for a day visit.  This begins every March or April and continues throughout the summer.  When Spring comes, I always get the phone call of saying that they are wanting to get away and want to come visit for the day.  At first it starts out that they are going to come some time in May.  When May comes it's always, the excuse that they are too busy and haven't had time to get away and they'll be down in June.  From June to July and July to August.  By the time the summer's over, they still haven't visited so then it's always, we'll do it next May.  So last night, it started again.  The only difference is that now Mom has settled on a date of April 22nd.  I'm hoping that they are coming for sure this time but now I have to worry about cleaning the house (top to bottom), making sure the yard looks good and the Oasis is set up.  They are also going to be bringing my niece with them.  Why so much paranoia and work, you ask?  Well, the last time they came to visit was about 4 1/2 years ago, 2 months after hubby and I bought the house.  At that time, it was okay that the house was messy as we had just moved in and were still unpacking boxes.  I want to show them how much the house has changed since then.  The only time they were here was in November and you know how blah yards and gardens get around that time.... dead!  Well, this time, I'm going to do what I can to make sure things are super-nice for them to see.  I keep remembering things I need to do before they get here in 3 weeks and 2 days.  I really am excited they are coming though.  This way I can give Dad his birthday present personally.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#800080" size=3&gt;  Mom's asked me about my blog on here and about Myspace.  Somehow, I think she would do better here, reading this blog then going to Myspace where most of the people there are younger.  Let's put it this way, this is a much calmer and nicer place for her.  Take care!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Birthdays+and+visits&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1559.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1559.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2007 18:55:54 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1559/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1559.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-03-29T18:55:54Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Have you ever?</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1552.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#666699" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a game that I used to play in college called, &amp;quot;Have you ever&amp;quot;.  It's when you ask your group of friends if they've ever done...__________ and then if those in the group have, then they take a drink or sip of drink and go on.  Anyway, today I am playing have you ever, but this time it's just a one sided game with rhetorical questions.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#666699" size=3&gt;Have you ever thought of someone from your youth and wished you could find them and talk to them?  I have&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#666699" size=3&gt;Have you ever looked for them?  I have&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#666699" size=3&gt;Have you ever been successful?  I have&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#666699" size=3&gt;I didn't have many friends growing up, but what friends I did have, I usually kept close to me.  I've found friends that I hadn't seen since I was 8 or 9.  We don't really keep in touch, but at least I was able to make contact with them.  Most of my friends from 6th grade, I hear about them from my parents since my parents are still friends with their parents.  My high school friends are scattered to the wind but we still keep in touch.  My oldest college friend likes to lurk and post here sometimes.  I've &amp;quot;lost&amp;quot; 3 of my closest friends through time and distance.  The first person I lost was Jules.  She's the lurker here. :)  It took me several months to locate Jules.  When we got back into contact, I can't tell you how thrilled I was!  I think she was just as anxious to renew and maintain our friendship as I was.  It's been 16 years since we've seen each other, but we still call, and email and we are still close to this day after relocating each other 5 years ago.  Cheers to you Jules!  She'll never know how much I love her as a sister.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#666699" size=3&gt;The second person I had to find was Nicola.  Nicola and I were fast friends 28 years ago.  We lived down the street from each other in New Jersey.  Nicola and I were sisters in soul and spirit and NO ONE could tell us differently.  We dressed alike and we even LOOKED alike which was even slightly more disturbing.  Nicola and I moved to different cities and states on the same day and we still managed to keep in touch for about a year afterwards.  We lost touch but then found each other again about 10 years later.  Then we lost touch again for another 4 years.  This time I was living in Athens and she called me at my apartment out of the blue!  Seems she had called information and found me through my parents.  Shortly thereafter, we lost touch again.  10 more years went by and I tried to find Nicola again.  It took me about 6-8 months to find her as she hadn't left much of a paper trail AND she'd married to a guy I didn't know his last name.  Needless to say, we have maintained our friendship to this day (7 years later)!  Like Jules, Nicola has been there for me during some tough times, just as I have been there for both Jules and Nicola.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#666699" size=3&gt;The third person I had to find was Ellie.  Now, Ellie and I have been friends since high school and she's a few years younger than I.  Ellie and I were close and we were 2 of a kind.  I lost touch with Ellie about 16 years ago and always tried to find her or find out what she was doing.  Last week, I felt that I had to find Ellie again.  I put on my detective badge and went to work.  I googled her first and found a little information.  From there, I just went to work and within 30 minutes, I had tons of information but not a valid home or email address.   Persistance paid off when a thought of a blogging website came to mind.  I tried it and started looking for her there.  On a hunch, I looked in several places and I FOUND HER!  During my search, I also found some pictures of her, my she's changed, and I had some information verified.  I was a little nervous about emailing her after all of these years and I wasn't 100% sure that it was Ellie, but I sent an email anyway.  Well, today I've been blessed after a 1 day search, I've found her!  The most satisfying moment was when I got a reply email from her today.  Turns out she tried to look for me a few weeks ago.  We are now planning a little reunion and I can't wait to be able to sit down and catch up.  Sometimes we CAN find what we're looking for if we keep at it.  Have a super day and to Jules, Nicola and Ellie.  Thanks for being such awesome friends and incredible people!  Take care!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+Have+you+ever%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1552.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1552.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 20:08:18 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1552/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1552.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-03-21T14:47:19Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>My how time flies!!</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1547.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#ff00ff" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My how time flies!!!!  I was watching the news last night and they were talking about the snowstorm we had.  Everything was shut down and snow was blowing everywere.  Most people were snowed in at home, but a few people went to the mountains to see the snow and were now stranded.  It was the worst blizzard in a number of years.  When was this snowstorm, you ask?  It was 14 years ago.  Yesterday it was in the 80's!!!!!  I remember this blizzard VERY well as well as where I was living, what I had been doing, and so much more.  It seems like it just happened yesterday, but it was in 1993!  I guess my memory isn't failing afterall.  LOL  The night the blizzard moved in, I was literally moving into my first apartment and away from the alcoholic roommate from HELL!  I had arrived at my new apartment at about 7pm and it was pitch dark.  I had gotten off work at 6pm and driven straight to my apartment and unloaded my car.  I then went to the market to get cleaning supplies and a little food.  I spent that night trying to clean my apartment and getting some sleep.  I remember how strange it seemed to me.  I was sleeping on an airmattress at the time and the apartment seemed so HUGE for just one person.  I woke up the following morning and saw ALL the snow.  My foolish self went later that afternoon and drove 30 miles in the snow to work.  I remember how scared I was driving down that lonely LONG road and I was afraid I was going to slide off the road.  I did fine thought, but by the time I got to work, the power was out and I was told that I could stay for a few hours to see if the power would come back on.  I was completely alone in the basement of a building where the radio station was housed.  By 10pm, I was cold and hungry and quite lonely.  My boss had trecked down to check on me and to sleep at the station and he told me to go home.  I'd gotten an offer to spend the night in town at a local B&amp;amp;B where some friends of mine were the proprietors.  I was foolish and turned down the offer and proceeded to treck back home in the &lt;u&gt;DARK AND SNOW &lt;/u&gt;all by myself at 12 midnight.  I did fine, but my muscles hurt for days as I wound up driving home completely tensed up.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#ff00ff" size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#ff00ff" size=3&gt;Now that I look back on that day, I realize how blessed I truly am.  At the time I was single, alone, no friends, terrible job, scared, insecure, full of self doubt and very very poor.  Literally a few steps from being homeless.  At that time, I couldn't imagine things getting any better and thought I would probably end up dead on the street.  14 years later, here I am.  I survived and I'm doing so much better!!!  I'm married (have been for 8+ years), I OWN a home with lots of land, I have a wonderful job, and I've actually made a few friends!  I have plenty to eat, and although I'm in debt, it's a good kind of debt as houses don't come cheap.  I'm still a little insecure and I still doubt myself a lot, but I'm not scared anymore.  In 14 years, I flipped the coin and I'm seeing the better side of life.  Although I would love to win the lottery, I realize that what I WANT and what I NEED are 2 different things.  I don't NEED anything anymore, but I just WANT for frivolous things.  I would rather win the lottery and help out my family and friends, than to win the lottery and horde the money.  Take care!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8268249853562273488&amp;page=RSS%3a+My+how+time+flies!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=javanbooks.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=javanbooks"&gt;</description><comments>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1547.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1547.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 16:31:24 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1547/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1547.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-03-14T16:31:24Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>What's Goin' On?</title><link>http://javanbooks.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8D414690B43EC130!1545.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#0000ff" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I have been neglecting the few of you who come by to check in on my life.  I do apologize since I haven't had much to say, nor have I felt like writing.  I was thinking about this blog the other day when I had checked the statistics page.  No one's really been reading my blog and I really felt that I'd hit my zenith and fizzled out.  Alas, someone did ask about me so here is the scoop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif" color="#0000ff" size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Work is just awesome and I'm still LOVING my job.  Hubby ran into a Trooper friend of ours from another post and apparently I'm &amp;quot;loved by my post and Troopers&amp;quot;.  Makes a lady feel really good to hear something like that.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#0000ff" size=3&gt;So, what's new with me, you ask?  Nothing at all!  I found this awesome UT snowglobe for my Dad's birthday next month.  I found it on Ebay and &amp;quot;won&amp;quot; it January 24th.  I sent my check and to this day I haven't received a damn thing!  I've called and emailed with no response.  I checked with Ebay and they charge 25 dollars to &amp;quot;reimburse&amp;quot; but then I'd only be getting $1.99 back which is a true rip off.  I'm really upset about it and I'm not sure where to turn.  Just ruined my birthday surprise for my Dad's 65th birthday.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#0000ff" size=3&gt;Bella's doing fine.  She's still not housebroken and I doubt she'll ever be.  She's too stubborn and hard-headed.  She tries to chase and terrorize the poor chickens and she won't come when you call her as she's too hard-headed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#0000ff" size=3&gt;I've been enjoying my &amp;quot;shows&amp;quot; lately.  I'm loving Jericho and Heroes more and more.  With Survivor and Amazing Race on, I'm entertained almost nightly.  Haunting Evidence comes on in June for Season 2 and it's going to be amazing!  I think Ghost Whisperer has wrapped up for the season, but I'm not sure.  Seems like my life has just started to settle down and now consists of work (which I LOVE) and home.  I guess I just thought that I would have a more active social life, but when you live in a small town there really isn't much to do.  Hubby and I are going to go shopping on Sunday.  Whew!  It's been a long time since we've done that.  Talk about SHELTERED!!!  LOL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=Tahoma color="#0000ff" size=3&gt;I've been thinking about starfish lately, and I'm not sure why.  I found this on a blog somewhere and thought I would share it.  Take care!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#008000" size=3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Starfish Story &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span 