<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573</id><updated>2011-12-29T15:47:39.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadyn's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Whatever, whenever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-2395878477978276270</id><published>2007-10-21T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T06:58:46.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=317323"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=317323" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;According to the quiz I took on the movie website, I am responsible, modest, a leader, solitary, and dependable. These are the characteristics of Anicetos, the Tiger Daemon. Which is awesome, because the tiger is my favorite animal, and I was born in the Year of the Tiger, and if I had chosen any animal to be, it would have been this. Imagine my thrill when he came walking up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-2395878477978276270?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/2395878477978276270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=2395878477978276270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/2395878477978276270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/2395878477978276270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-daemon.html' title='My Daemon'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-116135228923726361</id><published>2006-10-20T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T06:51:29.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mayer Is My Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Check out the lyrics to my favorite song on John Mayer's new CD (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnmayer.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Continuum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnmayer.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELIEF &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click to go to his site and listen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is there anyone who&lt;br /&gt;Ever remembers changing their mind from&lt;br /&gt;The paint on a sign?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who really recalls&lt;br /&gt;Ever breaking rank at all&lt;br /&gt;For something someone yelled real loud one time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone believes&lt;br /&gt;In how they think it ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone believes,&lt;br /&gt;And they're not going easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belief is a beautiful armor&lt;br /&gt;But makes for the heaviest sword.&lt;br /&gt;Like punching under water:&lt;br /&gt;You never can hit who you're trying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some need the exhibition,&lt;br /&gt;And some have to know they tried.&lt;br /&gt;It's the chemical weapon&lt;br /&gt;For the war that's raging on inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone believes,&lt;br /&gt;From emptiness to everything.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone believes,&lt;br /&gt;And no one's going quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We're never gonna win the world...&lt;br /&gt;We're never gonna stop the war...&lt;br /&gt;We're never gonna beat this&lt;br /&gt;If belief is what we're fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who you can remember&lt;br /&gt;Who ever surrendered with their life on the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We're never gonna win the world...&lt;br /&gt;We're never gonna stop the war...&lt;br /&gt;We're never gonna beat this&lt;br /&gt;If belief is what we're fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What puts a hundred thousand children in the sand?&lt;br /&gt;Belief can.&lt;br /&gt;What puts the folded flag inside his mother's hand?&lt;br /&gt;Belief can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This song speaks the exact point I've been making for years: as long as people are fighting over religious beliefs, there will NEVER be peace. Zealots fight for their cause in the face of all reason. You can't turn them around; to do that would be to have them deny their faith, which is the ultimate treason. We are fighting a losing battle. I'm so upset at our government for involving us in this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-116135228923726361?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/116135228923726361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=116135228923726361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/116135228923726361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/116135228923726361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/10/john-mayer-is-my-hero.html' title='John Mayer Is My Hero'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-115361400240188826</id><published>2006-07-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T17:23:15.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jadyn Acts 23 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-115361400240188826?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/115361400240188826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=115361400240188826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/115361400240188826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/115361400240188826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/07/jadyn-acts-23-years-old-under-12-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-115306188495854337</id><published>2006-07-16T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T07:58:04.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I am finally surfacing after over two months.  I have thrown myself into the teaching thing.  I am applying tomorrow for the 2007-08 Dallas ISD Alternative Teacher Certification Program, since all my transcripts arrived yesterday, and that's all I needed.  I'm also going to Brookhaven college to register and enroll in classes, once I figure out which classes I need, and how I can pay for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Disability is also in the works.  I refiled last month, and the case is in Austin being reviewed by their doctors.  I really hope they see that this is a horrendous, ongoing problem and that I need help to rehabilitate myself and get out of the computer-all-day world.  The main reason I haven't blogged is my arm problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And no, that hasn't gotten better.  I've been unemployed for over 2 months, except for a week of freelance work last month, and I haven't gotten better at all.  Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have also joined the Carrollton-Farmers Branch ISD Substitute Teacher pool, so once school starts on August 14th, I may have some employment opportunity.  I am getting unemployment, but money is still tight.  We all know what unemployment pays.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ili and I are happy...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we celebrated a year on 7/11!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  We are very much in love, and we are very much excited about each other's future prospects, job opps, college, etc.  Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We saw &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;An Inconvenient Truth (the Al Gore movie about Global Warming)&lt;/span&gt; and have made vows to do our part in trying to save the environment.  One thing is to switch out all the light bulbs in the house (which we will do next paycheck), and the big thing we will be doing once I get gainfully employed again is buy a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yamaha-motor.com/sport/overview-60.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;scooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and have one of us use that whenever possible.  Like, if we're off that day, use that to go to the store or run errands, since they have much fewer emissions and use less gas.  I also want to start recycling.  I think we have that option here in Dallas, but currently we don't do it.  So we'll get a recycle bin and start that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok so that's the update.  I love you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-115306188495854337?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/115306188495854337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=115306188495854337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/115306188495854337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/115306188495854337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/07/updatefinally.html' title='Update...finally!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114849579989064716</id><published>2006-05-24T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:36:39.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAID OFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aaarrrggh, I've been laid off.  Ok this is old news.  I was laid off two weeks ago tomorrow.  But I was laid off, just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So this leaves me with the age old question, one I thought I wasn't going to have to ask myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"what am I going to do when I grow up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I want to be a singer.  Bottom line...that's my goal.  I have this stupid stage fright thing only in front of friends and family.  Oooh they just love that.  They love that I refuse to sing for them but can sing the National Anthem in front of thousands of people at baseball games.  I think they're insulted.  Ok let me 'splain.  When you sing in front of thousands of people, or in a dark theater or room, you don't have to look people in the eye.  When you're on the field at AT&amp;T Park in San Francisco, you're dozens of feet away from the nearest person.  It's much easier, really...for me, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't know that I like having people look right into my soul when I sing.  I don't know, that's the only way I can explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So I'm looking for a band.  I've said it before...I don't want country, metal, or Sleater Kinney.  No no no no no.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Sleater Kinney.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm looking for a job that will pay me well and not make me sit at a computer all day.  Is that so much to ask?  What is there to do that won't make me type......&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh crap I'm typing right now.  ili will kill me.  I'm going, I'm going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aaaarggh how is a person supposed to search for a job or communicate without a computer these days?????????????  And don't tell me to use the phone...no one answers, least of all me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ha ha...take care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114849579989064716?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114849579989064716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114849579989064716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114849579989064716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114849579989064716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/05/laid-off.html' title='LAID OFF'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114719961839092822</id><published>2006-05-09T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:33:38.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello, my name is Jadyn, and I think I've lost my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So here's the deal: I am one of the most bubbly, obnoxiously positive, "up" people that most of my friends and family know.  They think it's annoying that I am THAT happy all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well it's changed lately.  I have entered the much-feared Land of Depression, and I sure as hell hope I can find my way back out.  Rage seems to be my latest symptom.  I won't go into vast detail, but I'll just say that the drive to work this morning was sufficient to ruin my whole day.  I will be going to lunch, and I'm determined to throw this morning in the trash along with my coffee cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok let's just go into SOME detail.  How does crying, primal screaming, yelling, pounding, and choking on myself sound?  Yeah...it sounds about as fun as it actually was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am tired of everything.  I am tired of being poor, I am tired of my chronic arm pain, I am tired of outrageous gas prices, I am tired of TX drivers, and I am tired of my boss/coworker (I title her that way because she rarely acts like my boss) not giving me the review and raise I was promised back in January.  I am tired of being bloated.  Oh did I mention that I'm late for my period, and that it's definitely a factor for my serious decline in attitude?  How long can one person PMS?????  Plus, my cat, Boo, loves to walk all over me at night and snuggle, but she has no clue that little kitten feet and sore boobs do NOT mix.  They have been sore going on a week now.  When will I bleed???  Goddammit!!!!!  Aaaaaaaaaaah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gas is breaking me.  I am seriously thinking of selling my car and buying a &lt;a href="http://www.yamaha-motor.com/sport/products/modelhome/150/0/home.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;scooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Actually, ili and I are one step away from selling her car altogether.  She gets to ride DART for free as an El Centro student, and we can share my car if necessary.  We really are thinking of getting a scooter for short trips, etc.  Much lower gas mileage, and WAY cheaper than a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, today sucks.  I hate Tuesdays anyway.  Can I pleeeeease just go back to bed and wake up tomorrow?  Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114719961839092822?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114719961839092822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114719961839092822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114719961839092822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114719961839092822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/05/going-crazy.html' title='Going Crazy'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114424934676442815</id><published>2006-04-05T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:26:13.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to TX: Land of Lobotomized Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ever feel like everyone around you is stoooopid? Feel like they're all walking around on autopilot? Just a little too "dazed and confused" for your taste? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;YOU MUST BE IN TEXAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been saying it since I moved here. People in Texas are stupid. Now mind you, not everyone in Texas is stupid. In fact, I pride myself on knowing several native Texans of quite high intelligence. But one only has to look at the drivers to see: the general population in Texas, or more specifically, Dallas, has a lower intelligence level than other parts of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I view the way people drive as a barometer that measures their "smartness" level. Distracted people are all over the road. Assholes drive like assholes, cutting people off, driving WAY too fast, etc. Soccer moms with 6 screaming pre-teens in the car drive like...soccer moms with 6 screaming pre-teens in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most infuriating drivers are the ones that &lt;em&gt;oooooooze&lt;/em&gt; down the street / avenue / tollway / freeway / parking lot / sidewalk going 3.5 miles UNDER the speed limit, totally oblivious that there is a whole other world out there besides what's (not) going on between their ears. What, praytell, is the cause of this otherworld-like quality that causes such a vast number of Dallas-area people to drive as if they've been lobotomized??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here it is...get ready: they HAVE been lobotomized.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you've heard, but there are significant amounts of ANTI-DEPRESSANTS floating around in Dallas-area water. Now, they SAY that it hasn't made its way into our drinking water...YET. But do you think they'd admit even for a second that these drugs HAVE made it into the drinking water, unless they had a solution all planned out for when people find out and panic??? NO! Of course not! They may never even tell us at all! I wouldn't put it past them to just come up with a plan and then &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;quietly implement it so it gets corrected without&lt;/span&gt; mass freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think people ARE drinking their lobotomies. Don't believe me?  Use me as just one example: I'm intelligent.  I'm a very aware and conscious driver. I read regularly, am able to multi-task quite successfully, do well in my job, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I use my turn signal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whenever my car is going to move somewhere other than the place it is currently (like, oh I don't know, let's see...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CHANGING LANES AND TURNING LEFT OR RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).  And here's the kicker: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I don't drink tapwater&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Of course, you don't have to take my word for it.  I'm just a pissed off and very opinionated &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;non-Texan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trapped here for a while and forced to drive through a throng of babbling idiots every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114424934676442815?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114424934676442815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114424934676442815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114424934676442815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114424934676442815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome-to-tx-land-of-lobotomized.html' title='Welcome to TX: Land of Lobotomized Drivers'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114357754712389721</id><published>2006-03-28T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:25:47.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YES JOHN MACKEY HAS A BLOG!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;John Mackey is the Founder and CEO of Whole Foods.  He has some amazing views...check out his blog here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/blogs/jm/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/blogs/jm/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114357754712389721?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114357754712389721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114357754712389721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114357754712389721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114357754712389721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-yes-john-mackey-has-blog.html' title='OH YES JOHN MACKEY HAS A BLOG!!!!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114357703415126400</id><published>2006-03-28T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:17:14.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ili got a job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YES SHE'S AT WHOLE FOODS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO ILI, GO ILI, GO, GO, GO ILI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;This is like a dream come true...for me.  Ha ha.  No she is really excited and told me today that she is really going to like working for this company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Seriously, it's an amazing company to work for, and the owner is my idol, so that's why it's a dream come true for me.  :)  When we move to Austin, that will be the first place I go looking for a job, since they're headquartered there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/company/corevalues.html"&gt;To check out Whole Foods and why they're so great, click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yay!  Congratulations, my Hunny!  You deserve a great job with a great company, and they're giving you full time hours and great pay...awesome!  I knew you'd get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;So now all the "new job new job new job" mantra energy can be focussed solely on Jenny!  Go Jenny!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114357703415126400?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114357703415126400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114357703415126400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114357703415126400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114357703415126400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/03/ili-got-job.html' title='ili got a job!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114297380369963660</id><published>2006-03-21T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T07:22:40.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck vibes for ili and Jenny, and interview tips!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ok Jenny and ili need some serious good luck to wend its way in their direction, because they both need jobs...Jenny slightly more desperately than ili, although 6-10 hours a week hardly qualifies as a job, so ili is pretty desperate, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So send them some good thoughts, people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;This does prompt me to post some well-learned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;advice about job-hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I've got plenty of experience, and considering I work as a Graphic Designer without an ounce of formal training as such, and got here by working my way up, I think I am by now an expert on successful interviewing and job hunting. I have never, I repeat never, been turned down for a job I actually interviewed for. Which means I'm doing something right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Send thank you cards to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; who interviews you.&lt;/strong&gt; While this is the last thing you do in the interview process, I put it first, because it is hugely important, and forgotten by almost everyone I know. Not only is it polite, but given how many people DON'T send cards, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it ensures that you will stand out among the rest&lt;/span&gt;. I actually bring a card with me, already filled out with the address and stamped, and immediately following the interview, while it's fresh in my mind, I write a short note thanking them for their time, and mentioning something specific from the interview, like "I enjoyed discussing music with you...if I get the chance to work for [company], I'll be sure to bring in the latest Sheryl Crow album - I think it's your style!" Then I drop it in the nearest mailbox. In most cases, it arrives the next day and makes a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Make sure your resume looks awesome.&lt;/strong&gt; And &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;print it on white paper unless your type is in color, or you have some other colorful thing on it. Black &amp;amp; white blends in with everyone else's resumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;RELAX&lt;/strong&gt;. This isn't the end of the world. It's an interview. The worst that can happen is you don't get the job, which remember, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YOU DON'T CURRENTLY HAVE&lt;/span&gt;, so it's not like you're losing anything. &lt;strong&gt;You only stand to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so try not to think of it as a potential LOSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Smile and don't be afraid to show excitement&lt;/strong&gt; for the company and the position. The worst thing you can do is act like you're NOT excited, because guess what? They WANT you to be. They won't hire you if they think you don't really want it. So show some emotion. Just don't act like a crazed fool...too much can make them think you're manic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Laugh. It's infectious.&lt;/strong&gt; If you can get them to laugh with you, you're in...or at least one big step closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Wear something they'll remember&lt;/strong&gt;. Whether it's a brightly colored tie or hat or belt or a pin or whatever, just make sure that even if they don't remember your name at first, they'll remember "the girl wearing the green striped shirt" or "the guy with the Jerry Garcia tie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;smoke before an interview&lt;/strong&gt;. Most people view that as an instant turn-off, and many people are specifically looking for non-smokers. I have worked at several companies that asked for non-smokers, so make sure you don't smell like an ash-tray. Even if you do smoke, give them no reason to even ask. If your car smells, you may want to consider cleaning it out so the smell doesn't wear off on you. This is nothing personal, it's just the way things are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Come with a list of well thought out questions&lt;/strong&gt;. They love when you have taken the time to do that. It shows that you're concientous, and you're interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;9. Before you leave, &lt;strong&gt;ask what the next steps are&lt;/strong&gt;. This should be your last question. It makes them tell you their process and lets you know how soon to expect them to call, and when to give up hope, if necessary, so you're not wondering three weeks later whatever happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;CALL THEM TO FOLLOW UP&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is a must&lt;/span&gt;. The ball is in &lt;strong&gt;YOUR&lt;/strong&gt; court. There is no harm in calling them, once or even twice. The best time of day to call is around 10-11 AM. Do it about 3-5 days after the interview, and if they haven't made a decision or don't answer or call you back, call again in another week. If you haven't heard anything by then, then you can give up and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Happy hunting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114297380369963660?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114297380369963660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114297380369963660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114297380369963660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114297380369963660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-luck-vibes-for-ili-and-jenny-and.html' title='Good luck vibes for ili and Jenny, and interview tips!!!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114237597498966590</id><published>2006-03-14T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:39:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the glory of it all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Check out the biggest project I've done so far...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/1600/Banner-Stands-Sm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/320/Banner-Stands-Sm.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;These are three banner stands for displaying at our trade show booths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114237597498966590?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114237597498966590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114237597498966590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114237597498966590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114237597498966590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-glory-of-it-all.html' title='Oh the glory of it all!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114214429994594218</id><published>2006-03-11T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:21:38.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Left My Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;...in San Francisco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;High on a hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She calls to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've been locked away in the comforts of my grandparents' house for the last few days, and I never actually made it to San Francisco, which is just about 20 minutes south of here, but I will cross over the Golden Gate on my way to the airport tomorrow morning. So I'll drive through the city, even though I won't stop there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to take the time to thank Jenny and Carri for the absolutely gorgeous flower arrangement they sent for my grandmother's funeral service. It was the largest arrangement there...a giant spray of red gladioli, and it was beautiful. My whole family sends their thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So yay for online check-in on AA.com!!! I was able to check in this evening, thereby avoiding some amount of hassle tomorrow morning. Cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am writing this while my mom, her husband, my grandfather and my aunt Tina are watching What Lies Beneath on TV and getting freaked out. There are lots of "uh oh"s and "look out"s. :) It's cute. We have had a tremendous bonding experience over the last few days. In this time, I have connected with people I haven't had much time to really get close to over the years. Last night we all got together to pick and print the best photos of my Grammy to put on this display for the service today...and in doing so, we rediscovered how beautiful and loving she was, and how her smile sparkled, and how much love we all gleaned from her. It was so healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A new haiku moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Grammy smiled a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love was present everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Suffer no more, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And onto funnier things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jenny never dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She ponders o'er Canadians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She'll never get laid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And ooooh here's another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jenny don't hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Surely thou dost know I jest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You'll get laid someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then there's this one:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ili and Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Are the bestest greatest fiends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oops right, I meant friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love haikus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;See you all tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114214429994594218?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114214429994594218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114214429994594218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114214429994594218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114214429994594218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-left-my-heart.html' title='I Left My Heart...'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114168523559667807</id><published>2006-03-06T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:47:15.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny thing happened on the way to nowhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I have this friend named Jenny and this girlfriend named ili.  Let me tell you about them.  They are two of the most stubborn people I've ever met.  And that's saying a LOT, because I seem to be plagued by stubborn friends/family members, and then of course there's me...the most stubborn pain in the ass of all.  Well not really, that's Jenny.  Ha ha just kidding, Jenny (or AM I?)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That's it.  Not much more to say about that.  I don't need examples.  It's just a fact, like "the sky is blue" or "Donald Trump's hair is terrible"...blatant in your face facts that need no backing up, they just ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ok on to other subjects...let's have a haiku moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Many moons ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;People walked 'round with no pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Thank god for fig leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyway, so Brokeback didn't win Best Picture last night.  Damn.  I was going to wear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; today in honor of it and everything.  Oh well, I guess Crash was good too, but I need to see it a second time because I don't remember much about it.  Except everyone in it is perty.  And Jenny &amp; I tried to watch Walk the Line last night but the stooopid DVD failed halfway through!  Aarrrrgggh!  And we were really getting into it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; excited that the rap song from Hustle &amp; Flow, "It's Hard Out Here For A Pimp" won best song.  Yay for the Academy and its continued embrace of things non-WASP/straight/religious!  Yay yay yay!  However, I will say I hope the recorded version is better than the live version at the Oscars, cause it pretty much sucked, even though I still have it in my head.  Of course I've forgotten most of the words, so it kind of goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's hard out here fo' a pimp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Inny hinny hiney leeeeah fo some shrimp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's hard out here fo' a pimp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Fizzy linda got no money fo' da rent.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ok you people better be laughing at that, because I myself am rolling.  &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;, is this the kind of "funny" you were looking for??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Which brings me to another haiku moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ludacris kicked ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Wearing Armani is cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Helena should've stayed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So I'm headed to California to attend my grandmother's service and make a pilgrimage to San Francisco, where I'm sure to spend all my money just trying to get across the bridge.  But it will be fun even if I do wind up having to hitchhike back home because I sold my plane ticket for a trip across the Bay on the ferry and a latte at Starbucks.  Hee hee hee.  Any requests?  I can pick up See's candy or sourdough bread or a crab or a keychain (but watch out, touristy souvenirs from SF will break you, so in true CA form, I'll be charging a 300% finder's fee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Comments, please...comments!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114168523559667807?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114168523559667807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114168523559667807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114168523559667807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114168523559667807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-thing-happened-on-way-to-nowhere.html' title='A funny thing happened on the way to nowhere...'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114140748485223126</id><published>2006-03-03T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:39:40.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your mother was a hampster, and your father smelt of elderberries!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ok here is my theory (get ready, cause it's a doozy) on why half of all marriages fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Simple, really: women have changed, but men have essentially not, nor has the institution of marriage itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Let me explain. People have been getting married since, what, the beginning of time? Yet back in the day, the "little woman" was the homemaker, and the man went out and earned the money. He came home to dinner already made, the house cleaned, and the kids taken care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nowadays, women are empowered with an education that teaches them that they can be anything they want to be, that they don't have to take "no" for an answer, that they don't have to have children if they don't want them*, and that they deserve respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Men, however, are still raised to be mama's boys. They are for the most part not taught how to cook or do laundry, their mom's pick up after them all their lives, they are coddled, and then they get jobs in companies where all the assistants are women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Bring these two people together and you have a power struggle from day one. Oh sure, the dating part is great, because they don't live together. But as soon as they move in together and/or get married, the problems start. The woman comes home after a long day at work and doesn't want to cook. The man comes home from a long day at work and doesn't want to cook, nor does he know how. So the woman cooks, because the man only knows how to microwave mac n' cheese. He screws up the laundry because he only did it in college when he had to and didn't care what his clothes came out looking like ("what's wrong with putting a couple of red socks into the whites? At least now all the whites match each other...they're pink! I thought you liked pink!!??").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The man expects the house to be clean but the woman is tired. And if they have kids, there's more trouble, because the woman invariably has a job on top of it, but asking the man to take care of them immasculates him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Anyone see where this is going? Marriage, and all the expectations that go along with it, hasn't changed, but people, specifically women, have...we are trying to fit square pegs into a round hole. Jenny thinks a bigger reason why marriages fail is that they aren't taken as seriously as they used to be. The acceptance of divorce as a viable option has weakened the sanctity of marriage. I don't agree. I think that's a direct byproduct of the fact that the institution of marriage itself fails because people think differently than they did a century ago. Because most marriages fail, people don't feel as badly when theirs does, and therefore they don't take marriage as seriously. A vicious cycle, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage will continue to fail at an alarming rate until we adjust our expectations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh one more thing, we need to allow gay people to marry, because most of the ones that want it have been living together quite successfully for a long, long time, and since they're of the same sex, they consider each other equal in the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want to see divorce rates decline? LET US GET MARRIED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;*excludes women in the South.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114140748485223126?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114140748485223126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114140748485223126' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114140748485223126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114140748485223126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-mother-was-hampster-and-your.html' title='Your mother was a hampster, and your father smelt of elderberries!!!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-114122978719093059</id><published>2006-03-01T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:18:35.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Ass-Monkey's Command...and Goodbye to a Wonderful Woman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here's a new post, by my friend the Ass Monkey's command!!! I know, but I needed to let the Guide sink in for a while. Hee hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So my Grammy died the night before last, at 10:35 PM Pacific Standard Time, on February 27th. She was very ill and in hospice care, and I was waiting for the call for a week. She had been asleep since last Wednesday. The day before that, she was awake and talking more than she had in a while. She told my mom that she didn't want to die. Then she said "well maybe I can do it glamorously." That's so her. So when she was dying, my mom kept telling her that she was doing it glamorously. I love my mother. I want to be that good to her when she's going, and long before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My family was blessed with an overdose of love. We have huge hearts and we're very compassionate, and my grandmother passed that onto all of us. She had her faults, like everyone does, but loving too much was NOT one of them. Below is a list of what she taught me, by her example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I Learned From My Grammy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. Love as much as your heart will let you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2. Play games until you can't play anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. Appreciate your surroundings. Admire beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4. Be glamorous at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5. Don't smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;6. Don't drink to excess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;7. Exercise regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8. Read, read, read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;9. Be there for your family. Be generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;10. Forgive and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;11. Fight for what you believe in and for what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12. Say I love you every day to the people you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My grandmother's last years were hell, and I would never have wished them on my worst enemy. I hope that wherever she is now, she is comfortable and content and surrounded by love. I hope that if she was reincarnated, she will take advantage of the things she did not in this life. I hope she takes better care of herself. And I hope she loves just as much as she did here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love my Grammy so much, and I miss her dearly. But I'm glad her struggle is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Goodbye, Grammy, and thank you for everything you gave me and all the love you poured on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your Yayden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-114122978719093059?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/114122978719093059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=114122978719093059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114122978719093059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/114122978719093059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/03/by-ass-monkeys-commandand-goodbye-to.html' title='By the Ass-Monkey&apos;s Command...and Goodbye to a Wonderful Woman.'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113993899332114654</id><published>2006-02-14T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:43:13.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A non-smoker's guide to hanging with smokers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;At the risk of further inflaming an already sensitive topic with one very good friend of mine who I love dearly, I must post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I have had smoker friends for more than half my life.  In fact, all but one of my past lovers (and my darling Ili, although she's quit) have been smokers.  But I've never really had the problem I now have: the "feeling-like-I-have-to-shower-twice-a-day-to-wash-the-smell-off" problem.  Oh, and the "crap-I'm-going-to-die-from-second-hand-smoke-inhalation" problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Damn.  This weekend, ili and I had a discussion and agreed that we were tired of coming home smelling like an ashtray, and that we were going to see if our friend (who shall remain nameless until she no doubt posts a fuck-you comment) would be okay with sitting in non-smoking when we go to a certain restaurant, which everyone knows we go to all the time, from now on.  We feel that it's only fair; we don't smoke, and we shouldn't have to smell like it, not to mention risk the serious and very real detriment to our health.  If she wants to smoke, we don't feel like we should have to sit in it, since ili quit because she knew it was time to take her health seriously, and I've never smoked because I know what it will do to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Is this unreasonable??  Is it too much to ask to want to spend time with our best friend but be healthy?  I think not.  Yet the thought seemed to upset her, and I had to fight very hard against the instinct to apologize.  For what?  I love spending time with her and would hate to lose that.  But come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;What say ya peoples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh right, so on to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Non-Smoker's Guide to Hanging with Smokers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Keep plenty of body wash on hand for multiple showers a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. If you have allergies or asthma, carry an inhaler and some Claritin-D at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Be prepared to be guilt-tripped for being healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Practice biting your tongue at night so you don't suffer from speaking-your-mind syndrome at otherwise pleasant functions during the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Get a good retirement plan and set aside extra funds for emphizema treatments when you're 80.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Get extra cancer coverage for when you're 35 and undergoing chemo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Remember: you're not the addict, so you don't know what it's like and therefore apparently have no valid opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Get your pets used to the smell so they don't reject you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. Tell your parents ahead of time that it's your friends, not you, so you don't get lectured, even though you will get lectured anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Don't post inflammatory anti-smoking blog posts...it will annoy your smoker friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113993899332114654?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113993899332114654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113993899332114654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113993899332114654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113993899332114654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/02/non-smokers-guide-to-hanging-with.html' title='A non-smoker&apos;s guide to hanging with smokers...'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113924237880927004</id><published>2006-02-06T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T08:12:58.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to start a band!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok people I need a band.  I have got to find work that does NOT require me to use my hands 8 hours a day.  So I need to do what I went to school for anyway.  Who's with me?  I want to sing blues and r&amp;b and soul and pop.  So that would be called, what, SoPoBlurbsion?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I need a guitarist or three, a pianist, a drummer, and someone to help me write songs.  Let me know if you're interested or know someone who is.  NO SLEATER KINNEY sing-a-likes or anything like that.  No garage band wailing on the guitar making it sound like distortion hell.  No screaming of any kind.  And no, I will not sing like Bjork.  Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I prefer acoustic sounds and tend to stay far from anything that sounds synthesized (even if it is synthesized).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now that you know how picky I am, any takers?  If anything, I need to get the group back together (Jenny, ili, Mel?) and play around.  Jenny, I'm going to find the tablature for Wildflower for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok people, see ya soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113924237880927004?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113924237880927004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113924237880927004' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113924237880927004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113924237880927004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-need-to-start-band.html' title='I need to start a band!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113864209815763116</id><published>2006-01-30T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:28:18.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLACKING...back by popular demand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello, well I've been commanded to write a new post.  So here it is.  I should be working, but duty calls, my public awaits.  Thank you, thank you...oh no no please, stop.  No more pictures...BACK OFF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sorry, had a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So I got a lead on something...those of you who know my situation know what I mean, can't get into detail in case I'm being watched...the "others" might get me.  You'll see me traipsing through the woods with my teddy bear...sorry, Lost moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wow I'm full of moments today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So it's a glorious day and all I want to do is be outside.  Damn!  I feel like such a little kid lately!  I don't want to go to bed, I don't want to work...I think I'm headed toward an early midlife crisis.  If you see me dressing ili in a mini skirt and driving her around in a red mustang, you'll know I've gone off the deep end.  Of course, if you really know me, you'll know that the fact that this post is in &lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt; is a sign that I've lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hee hee hee.  Aaaaaah hahahahahahahaha!  Have a great day everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113864209815763116?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113864209815763116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113864209815763116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113864209815763116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113864209815763116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/01/slackingback-by-popular-demand.html' title='SLACKING...back by popular demand...'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113838318957124130</id><published>2006-01-27T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T09:34:12.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Lies &amp; Videotape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've decided to make today's post title more like all of Carri's, to see if it intrigues people. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok I had rockin sex last night, as usual...yay! This is soooo karma catching up with me. I had NO sex for like six years, and now I get it all the time. See people, patience is indeed a virtue. Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is still crazy. People are dropping like flies...quitting or being fired or whatever, and the ones that are still here are losing their little minds. And there's so much backstabbing that I have no idea who to trust. I just do my job and keep my head under the radar as much as possible. I figure as long as I do a bang-up job, then the focus will be on the people who aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, video tapes. I mean, seriously, does anyone buy them anymore? And if so, why? They suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people, tawk amongst yaselves...here's a topic...what the hell is up with Michael Jackson and do his kids stand an ice cube's chance in hell at being normal and well adjusted??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113838318957124130?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113838318957124130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113838318957124130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113838318957124130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113838318957124130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/01/sex-lies-videotape.html' title='Sex, Lies &amp; Videotape'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113813478705072890</id><published>2006-01-24T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:33:07.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After the Worst Day Ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hee hee...well Carri said that Jenny said that yesterday was supposed to be the worst day of the year...and my day wasn't all that bad, so I guess that means the whole year is going to be AWESOME if yesterday was the worst!  Yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But ili had a really crappy day and so did Carri and Jenny, so that sucks.  ili said: "Well I'm glad that's over!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today, however, I feel like killing one of my coworkers to put myself out of my own misery.  I swear to god, she has peppered me with the most annoying questions all fucking day long!!!  Aaaaaahhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Speaking of which, I guess my lunch is over and I should get back to work.  See everyone later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113813478705072890?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113813478705072890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113813478705072890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113813478705072890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113813478705072890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-after-worst-day-ever.html' title='The Day After the Worst Day Ever...'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113804963481090791</id><published>2006-01-23T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T12:53:54.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity...and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well after much consideration, I decided to delete my last post, because, well, it seemed like a smart thing to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't trust the people at my work to keep out of my blog, because they do keep track of what websites we visit, and if someone decided to look at my activity, they'd find my blog, and then...well, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, it's my lunch time, so I'm updating.  I do work at an insane asylum, and most people I work with, including the owner, would probably agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On a totally different topic, I have a speculation: what if all the water is all we have, and it's continually just recycling itself through our planet, and once we get to a point where the population has grown too large for the existing water supply to accomodate it, we just all start dying off from lack of water?  Or what if our current death rate is perfectly timed so that enough people die off each year to ensure a constant flow to everyone else?  Just a thought.  I think being in charge of the water department in a government has got to be one of the most stressful jobs on the planet, because it's essentially the only product whose supply is totally uncontrollable.  I mean, we just sit and hope for rain, don't we?  If rain doesn't come, we get no water.  We can't exactly MAKE MORE, can we?  There's only so much hydrogen and oxygen to go around, isn't there?  Hmmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok here's another random topic: I think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;the ability to love is the single most important lesson we all must learn in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  To love unconditionally and totally.  We are by nature a gregarious species.  We must have human companionship in order to survive and be sane.  We must learn to love, or our souls will perish.  Think about it.  None of us, regardless of our religious/spiratual beliefs, knows what will happen when we die, because none of us have died and lived to tell about it.  So we must by default assume that this is it.  When we die, that's it.  Because I don't care what you believe, the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; thing you can assume is that you won't get another chance to live this life again.  Ok given that, what must you do to make sure you lived a good life?  To make sure it was worth it in the end?  To know you made a dent in this life?  You must love.  Everything else is material, and when you really think about it, pointless and ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And let me further point out that love takes many forms.  You can love your significant other by treating them with respect and caring for them through thick and thin.  You can love a family member by keeping in touch and supporting their goals and ambitions.  You can love mankind by volunteering to help people in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am fortunate to have been taught to love deeply since birth.  I told my mom this Christmas that she did an amazing job raising me, because above all, she taught me to love.  I truly believe that.  My mother is a great woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Monday, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113804963481090791?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113804963481090791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113804963481090791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113804963481090791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113804963481090791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/01/insanityand-other-stuff.html' title='Insanity...and other stuff'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113657894117581799</id><published>2006-01-06T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:24:39.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006, Here I Come!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 2006, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have designated 2006 as the Year of Resolution, as many of you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I know so many people who experienced big changes in 2005, myself included. This year will be the healing...the year to resolve, get the proper footing, and move on to bigger and better things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what are your goals for 2006?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mine are to get involved in music on a regular basis, write and arrange at least 4 songs, work out and/or run 3-5 days a week, run in at least three 5Ks, call my friends and family more often, make a new friend, and a few others. I went big on the resolutions this year, simply because I know I can do them and want to better myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm having a movie fest this weekend. Harry Potter with my dad tonight, and Hostel (horror flick) with my dad and ili late tomorrow night. Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have to get back to work. Hoping to leave early today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a great week, and a successful and prosperous and loving year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113657894117581799?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113657894117581799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113657894117581799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113657894117581799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113657894117581799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-here-i-come.html' title='2006, Here I Come!!!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113581005036333383</id><published>2005-12-28T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T14:47:30.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My mom wanted to see pictures of my office, so I thought I'd post them here...with a couple of myself, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/1600/Office.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/320/Office.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This bookshelf wouldn't be mine without the Muppet and Looney Tunes finger puppets from Starbucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/1600/Bookshelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/320/Bookshelf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/1600/Jadyn-with-Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/320/Jadyn-with-Hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me being silly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/1600/Silly-Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/320/Silly-Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Take care, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113581005036333383?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113581005036333383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113581005036333383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113581005036333383'/><link 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iPod Shuffle, which I really wanted!  So I'm happy.  I got ili a watch and a ring and a sweatshirt and a bracelet.  She liked everything.  So a successful xmas!  Yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope everyone has a great day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~J~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113552859558312004?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113552859558312004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113552859558312004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113552859558312004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113552859558312004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Xmas!!!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113500789285057320</id><published>2005-12-19T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T07:58:12.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 19th...and I still have to shop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dammit, I haven't gotten a thing for my ili and there are exactly 6 shopping days left til Christmas!  I'm starting to stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have been a terrible granddaughter.  I haven't called Grammy &amp; Poppy in at least a month, I think, and since my grandmother is in terrible health, it's a travesty that I haven't picked up the phone.  Everyone tell me what a schmuck I am.  I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; call them tonight.  Hold me to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have finished shopping for my mom, Vanessa (my cousin), my family's secret santa, and the woman and baby that I adopted from a women's shelter.  I think that's it, and I have everyone else to shop for.  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aaaarrrrggghhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I took an awesome &lt;a href="http://www.shopsatlegacy.com/storedisplay.php?ID=72"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hip hop class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last week that kicked my butt and left me wanting more (SOOO FUN!)...so now I'm going back with 5 friends.  Hee hee.  We're going to take that class by storm tonight!  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok must get to work.  Lots to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113500789285057320?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113500789285057320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113500789285057320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113500789285057320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113500789285057320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-19thand-i-still-have-to-shop.html' title='December 19th...and I still have to shop!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113459378487053965</id><published>2005-12-14T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:56:24.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiki &amp; Boo Visit Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/1600/Tiki-&amp;-Boo-with-Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1956/320/Tiki-%26-Boo-with-Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113459378487053965?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113459378487053965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113459378487053965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113459378487053965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113459378487053965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2005/12/tiki-boo-visit-santa.html' title='Tiki &amp; Boo Visit Santa!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113459367194057371</id><published>2005-12-14T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:54:31.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many cooks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey!  So my job is pretty cool...but it has Too Many Cooks Syndrome.  Do you know what I'm talking about??  So much red tape and about 53 opinions, some from the same people, before you can get anything done!  The cool thing is, I get to create stuff all day.  I'm a graphic designer at a pharmacy company in Dallas, and even if my first, second, tenth designs are sent back for redesigns (because 28 people have different ideas of what it should look like), in the end I get to say I'm an artist, and no one mistakes me for being an assistant, which is what I hated about my last job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;So really I can't complain!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Have a great Wednesday, everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113459367194057371?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113459367194057371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113459367194057371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113459367194057371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113459367194057371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2005/12/too-many-cooks.html' title='Too many cooks...'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113440188865071738</id><published>2005-12-12T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T07:38:08.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well good morning and happy Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had another great weekend...my friend had a xmas party on Saturday night, and I floated through it on Bacardi Os and tequila jello shots, and woke up hung over as all hell yesterday.  But I had so much fun that night that it was (sort of) worth it.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yesterday I got to see my friend Debbie and a couple of friends of hers...and ili hooked up with an elderly guy who knows virtually everything to know about astrology, so she's going to meet with him this weekend to learn stuff...very cool.  I am very fond of and impressed by ili's passion for astrology...she's pretty knowledgeable in that area already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok must go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/span&gt; do you think that the way a person drives their car is indicative of the kind of person they are?  Explain your answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113440188865071738?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113440188865071738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113440188865071738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113440188865071738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113440188865071738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!!!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113422360471953512</id><published>2005-12-10T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T06:06:45.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another saturday morning in december...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's 8AM on Saturday and ili is trying to sleep with Tiki and Boo using her for a jungle gym/snuggle spot/boxing ring.  I have a stupid brace on my arm and it's making it difficult to type, but I'm being disciplined and not typing without it.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today I will run an errand and then we're going for free breakfast at our apartment complex, and we have our first xmas party of the month tonight.  Should be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;No one has commented on my Lion/Witch/Wardrobe diatribe...dammit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's supposed to be a beautiful day here...not freezing like it has been, but in the 50s.  I'm excited about Christmas coming!  We need to get a tree...and start shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So is anyone besides us excited about the upcoming release of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokebackmountainmovie.com/splash.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;???  It's not coming out here until next week, but I hear it's out in other parts of the country.  We can't wait to see it...I'd like to go on opening night because it will be gay central at every theater.  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Post a comment if you'd like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113422360471953512?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113422360471953512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113422360471953512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113422360471953512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113422360471953512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-another-saturday-morning-in.html' title='just another saturday morning in december...'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113415279541716550</id><published>2005-12-09T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:26:35.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of Narnia...NOT the Bible, fools.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hey there, I have a beef.  Anyone who knows me knows I'm wayyyy anti-organized religion.  So I have a comment to make.  I just reread &lt;a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/narnia/index.html"&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/a&gt; in anticipation of the movie, since it has special meaning to me.  My dad read the entire series to my brother and me when we were little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now believe me, as I was reading this volume, I was LOOKING for any similarities to the Bible, to Jesus, etc.  And I found just one: Aslan dies and comes back to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Gandalf from Lord of the Rings dies and comes back to life.  Dionysus died and came back to life in a story very much like Jesus' but written hundreds of years before Jesus was born.  Countless other MYTHS AND FANTASIES involve people dying and coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But my point is, that's pretty much the only similarity between Aslan and Jesus, so I think all the religious freaks out there who are diefying these books should think again, and those who won't see the movie or read the books because they think the books are religion-based, should read them because they really are great stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's my diatribe.  Have at it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113415279541716550?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113415279541716550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113415279541716550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113415279541716550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113415279541716550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2005/12/chronicles-of-narnianot-bible-fools.html' title='Chronicles of Narnia...NOT the Bible, fools.'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113414533917809028</id><published>2005-12-09T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:22:19.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yay yay yay it's Friday!  I had the day off yesterday because everything was frozen due to the ice storm we had on Wednesday...and ili was off, too.  So we had a great day together hanging out at Starbucks along with all the other people who didn't go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm back at work today and it should be fairly quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who's started their Christmas shopping???  Not me.  Hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got to get back to work.  Write a comment and tell me something about your day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113414533917809028?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113414533917809028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113414533917809028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113414533917809028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113414533917809028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19708573.post-113409702617460841</id><published>2005-12-08T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:32:36.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a blogger!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well today I start my blog. Not sure if mine will be as active as IllySpilly's (see link at right), but we'll see. This will be a good way to keep in touch with all the people I vow each day to stay in touch with but just don't for whatever reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Keep coming back...I'll have MUCH more interesting things to say next time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Feel free to visit my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bebranded.info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt; for more info about me and what I do, and to find the link to Ili's Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19708573-113409702617460841?l=jadynh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/feeds/113409702617460841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19708573&amp;postID=113409702617460841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113409702617460841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19708573/posts/default/113409702617460841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadynh.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a blogger!!!'/><author><name>Jadyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10839538286880312224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5QAinz6jqs/Tvz8BVuSkBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qgSFhdy4HP4/s220/ryfr3outta5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
