<?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-12307396</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:56:04.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Possible</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants and Rambings from a Prairie Girl</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-2130895361945547632</id><published>2007-08-03T13:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:35:09.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my lasy day of work before maternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was so ready for today, now I feel anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this baby is really coming now isn't it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-2130895361945547632?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2130895361945547632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=2130895361945547632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/2130895361945547632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/2130895361945547632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-is-my-lasy-day-of-work-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-1483628475610951325</id><published>2007-07-18T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:15:44.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it's that time......</title><content type='html'>I survived Folk Fest.&lt;br /&gt;I survived 46 C (with the humidity) and even walked around in Handmade Village on the Saturday. I purchased some hippy baby wear. I laid in Shady Grove and enjoyed an entire Workshop until dinner time. I spent the entire Saturday night on a tarp and only left to pee. It was fantastic. I owe it all to my assistants though. Without them I would probably still be under a picnic table in Birds Hill Park, crying. I was a calm cucumber and it was awesome. The weekend, of course, flew by and only felt like 1 long day but that's usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over (The day after Folk Fest is much like my New Year's Day) I am now preparing and celebrating my impending maternity leave ! I don't think you all are ready for all this belly ! It's getting heavier by the day and I am certain I made the right choice by leaving a month early. It'll be nice to have a month to myself and calmly prepare for this baby's arrival. Prepare for this baby and prepare to go see Justin Timberlake on August 25th....oh boy....should be interesting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-1483628475610951325?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1483628475610951325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=1483628475610951325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/1483628475610951325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/1483628475610951325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-its-that-time.html' title='Well it&apos;s that time......'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-6824689571528306263</id><published>2007-06-12T12:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T12:49:33.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 step forward, 10 steps back</title><content type='html'>Baby Furniture including mattress and bedding has been picked out and paid for. &lt;br /&gt;However, upon starting demolition work on the baby's room, we discovered mold behind the drywall and I have been informed that half my house needs to be ripped apart.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME ! Excuse me people, I have many trees in my backyard but none of them are money trees. So now the decision is to either rip apart the old part of the house and have me and all things baby, move out to the inlaws until completion. OR do one room at a time, whilst carefully sealing off the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why everything has to be so damn difficult for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-6824689571528306263?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6824689571528306263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=6824689571528306263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6824689571528306263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6824689571528306263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-step-forward-10-steps-back.html' title='1 step forward, 10 steps back'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-6378667652449432261</id><published>2007-05-30T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:48:01.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did fall off the earth but somehow I crawled back</title><content type='html'>I got a tongue lashing this morning from &lt;a href="http://vannasty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Van-Nasty&lt;/a&gt; saying that I don't update this blog anymore. &lt;br /&gt;She's entirely right, I should be updating this blog, especially now that I am "with child" as a journal of sorts. However between my anxiety over this pregnancy, my head constantly in a toilet or generally feeling miserable I haven't really felt like pouring any kind of wordage into this blog. &lt;br /&gt;But I am here now, and I might as well say something useful right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently 24 weeks pregnant. I tried to take a belly shot using my camera phone but you couldn't make out what any of them where, so I will have to get my husband to take some shots for me (although asking him to take belly shots of me somehow makes him think he has full permission to take uncompromising shots at all times. We might have to go over the rules again.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am definitely showing and this belly is has a mind of it's own. On May 22nd, I saw little Juniper move for the first time from the outside and Dan was able to feel it for the first time too. I thought at first I would be completely freaked out about it, but when it actually happened I was so excited that Dan could finally share in this with me, I forgot all about freaking out. I have another doctor's &lt;br /&gt;appointment next Wednesday and we should be finding out the results from the Ultra- Sound we had on April 30th. I haven't been to my doctor in about 2 months so it will be interesting what he has to tell me. &lt;br /&gt;At home Dan is currently renovating the spare room which will become Juniper's room. The house is old and we noticed mold on the outside walls from the inside. Dan ripped out all the drywall yesterday and exposed some very old wood and some even older insulation that was the main reason for our problems. Now it's looking like we will have to rip apart our bedroom as well so my life as I know it will become chaotic for the next few weeks. I hate construction. I hate things not being where they belong. I am tempted to move to my parents for a few weeks(that would probably be the healthiest thing too, since who knows what is floating around in the air right now).&lt;br /&gt;We have also picked out the furniture (crib, change table, dresser)so it will start to get very exciting when we order and get that stuff. I have now started to buy a few things here and there. We went to the second hand baby store on Friday and I purchased 10 one-sies for $20 plus a Winnie-The-Pooh sunhat for Dan's niece who's 3 months old. We also bought our first pack of diapers. We are such nerds. It's funny that all the things I said I was going to do if I ever got pregnant, I haven't done yet. I never kept a diary, I haven't taken any belly shots. I have been trying to eat well, but cheating on a few things like Diet Dr. Pepper and the occasional decaf-mocha from Tim Hortons. I thought I would buy the funkiest furniture for the baby's room and the coolest maternity clothes, and I haven't accomplished anything.Who was I trying to kid? Hopefully I will get a burst of energy when I enter my third trimester. Oh but I did start a baby registry at Baby's R-Us so that's something. Even though I only have 15 items on the list and some are entirely frivolous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another non-pregnancy note, Folk Fest is coming up soon. It's my second year as coordinator and although I will be taking it easy the weekend of the festival, I have been busy with all the preparations and meetings that come before it. Our first crew meeting is this Tuesday and I really hope to get motivated soon. It's coming up way faster than I anticipated (much like this pregnancy has) this year has flown by so far. I am really excited to have time this festival to see people like Vaness and Heather (who I have only known on an internet basis only). I intend to spend a lot of time on the Transportation Tarp filling myself full of yummy smoothies, and my favorite lemonade. Do they have pregnant girl port-a-potties at the festival??? If they don't, I think I am going to have to make a request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I am fully and completely addicted to facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-6378667652449432261?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6378667652449432261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=6378667652449432261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6378667652449432261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6378667652449432261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-did-fall-off-earth-but-somehow-i.html' title='I did fall off the earth but somehow I crawled back'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-491728339759513876</id><published>2007-03-16T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:33:51.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/Rfq4wwQJySI/AAAAAAAAABU/6WW51H0RbEg/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/Rfq4wwQJySI/AAAAAAAAABU/6WW51H0RbEg/s200/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042545880520575266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm weak in the knees for you,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll stand if you want me to.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are strong and I'll move on,&lt;br /&gt;but honey I'm weak, in the knees"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-491728339759513876?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/491728339759513876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=491728339759513876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/491728339759513876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/491728339759513876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-weak-in-knees-for-you-but-ill-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/Rfq4wwQJySI/AAAAAAAAABU/6WW51H0RbEg/s72-c/DSC00212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-3913685415467505457</id><published>2007-03-15T15:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:40:19.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev261pr___.png" alt="pregnancy" 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/12307396-3913685415467505457?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3913685415467505457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=3913685415467505457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/3913685415467505457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/3913685415467505457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/pregnancy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-2107463315046170012</id><published>2007-03-01T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:52:53.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RedZOrvxnmI/AAAAAAAAABI/bKZrT_bzBm4/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RedZOrvxnmI/AAAAAAAAABI/bKZrT_bzBm4/s200/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037092817033338466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-2107463315046170012?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2107463315046170012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=2107463315046170012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/2107463315046170012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/2107463315046170012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_5594.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RedZOrvxnmI/AAAAAAAAABI/bKZrT_bzBm4/s72-c/DSC01071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-7312857142480779918</id><published>2007-03-01T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:51:38.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RedWK7vxnlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9qmbVv5zOGo/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RedWK7vxnlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9qmbVv5zOGo/s200/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037089454073945682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-7312857142480779918?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7312857142480779918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=7312857142480779918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7312857142480779918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7312857142480779918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RedWK7vxnlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9qmbVv5zOGo/s72-c/DSC01066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-6406205669547122079</id><published>2007-03-01T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:34:02.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RedTArvxnkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9Ca-7Lr7QN4/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RedTArvxnkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9Ca-7Lr7QN4/s200/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037085979445403202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-6406205669547122079?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6406205669547122079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=6406205669547122079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6406205669547122079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6406205669547122079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RedTArvxnkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9Ca-7Lr7QN4/s72-c/DSC01068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-8707526632480907281</id><published>2007-02-27T12:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:42:26.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I am having one</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4btnbdEQQs"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4btnbdEQQs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-8707526632480907281?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8707526632480907281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=8707526632480907281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/8707526632480907281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/8707526632480907281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-why-i-am-having-one.html' title='This is why I am having one'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-7053264368380639347</id><published>2007-02-14T11:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:18:45.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RdNEV1M9fJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3UBuTpo-8WQ/s1600-h/pregnancy-ultrasound-10-weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RdNEV1M9fJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3UBuTpo-8WQ/s200/pregnancy-ultrasound-10-weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031440350552358034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suddenly everything is fainting&lt;br /&gt;Falling from a broken ladder's rung&lt;br /&gt;There's a jolt exhilarating from the phone I'm holding&lt;br /&gt;I hear the words of what I'll become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How eager the hands that reach for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now there's a new life to behold&lt;br /&gt;And its the biggest part of my life to unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now she's telling me she'll have my baby&lt;br /&gt;And a faithful father I am to be&lt;br /&gt;When I'm looking into the eyes of our own baby&lt;br /&gt;Will it bring new life into me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside must defy arrangement&lt;br /&gt;I've been a stumblin' from the startin' blocks 'til now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always try to justify the way I've been behaving&lt;br /&gt;Should I teach one not to know how?&lt;br /&gt;How to live in a world we live in now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a beautiful life to behold&lt;br /&gt;And its the biggest part of my life to unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now she's telling me she'll have my baby&lt;br /&gt;And a father figure I am to be&lt;br /&gt;When I'm looking into the eyes of our own baby&lt;br /&gt;Will it bring new life into me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please&lt;br /&gt;Oh please&lt;br /&gt;Oh please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring new life&lt;br /&gt;Bring new life&lt;br /&gt;Bring new life into me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-7053264368380639347?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7053264368380639347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=7053264368380639347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7053264368380639347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7053264368380639347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/suddenly-everything-is-fainting-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RdNEV1M9fJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3UBuTpo-8WQ/s72-c/pregnancy-ultrasound-10-weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-4650689982224957623</id><published>2007-01-30T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:39:14.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempt at an update</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I have posted anything here. I don't even know where to being. &lt;br /&gt;It's kind of pathetic that it's been so long yet, I am trying to think about what I have been doing all this time and the answer is: absolutely nothing. There has been a whole lot of staying home and trying to keep warm. Chopping of wood and building fires.  Our family had an another attempt at a Christmas dinner and failed miserably, although  we had 3 Christmas dinners with 3 different family's this year and I was sick all through Christmas with my family, and into the new year. I've been trying to eat more healthy and fill my diet with words like "multi-grain" "no sugar" and recently cut out pop, chocolate and sugar with much success. &lt;br /&gt;I've seen my beautifully pregnant Sister-in-law (who is due in March with my very first authentic niece or nephew), Jasmine and Spencer (they grow up too fast) Virginia and her family. Met William's new pride and joy; Emma who was born early December. Spent quite a bit of time with the family and Brittany. Celebrated my father's birthday and Danny's birthday. Packed up Danny and sent him off to work in Ontario twice. He's working in Timmins right now. So I am at home with the dogs in enduring snowy nights of Manitoba weather and patiently waiting for Spring and my garden full of Tulips to come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-4650689982224957623?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4650689982224957623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=4650689982224957623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/4650689982224957623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/4650689982224957623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/attempt-at-update.html' title='Attempt at an update'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-6494544073250736062</id><published>2007-01-11T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T11:24:50.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Hole</title><content type='html'>bet y'all though I fell off the face of the earth didn'tcha !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-6494544073250736062?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6494544073250736062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=6494544073250736062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6494544073250736062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6494544073250736062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/black-hole.html' title='Black Hole'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-4327458152047682805</id><published>2006-12-21T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:17:11.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RYr5xTLBQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gow0IiLyWNM/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RYr5xTLBQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gow0IiLyWNM/s200/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011092160758497394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated myself,&lt;br /&gt;Like I knew I would&lt;br /&gt;I told you, I was trouble&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm no good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-4327458152047682805?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4327458152047682805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=4327458152047682805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/4327458152047682805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/4327458152047682805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-cheated-myself-like-i-knew-i-would-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RYr5xTLBQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gow0IiLyWNM/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-5282412403000105572</id><published>2006-12-20T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:28:07.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not Christmas music but it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0HiWfTLn24"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0HiWfTLn24" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-5282412403000105572?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5282412403000105572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=5282412403000105572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/5282412403000105572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/5282412403000105572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-not-christmas-music-but-it-makes-me.html' title='It&apos;s not Christmas music but it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-8344918633099739067</id><published>2006-12-08T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:23:30.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Martini Krunkedify</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RXnXVhsrVOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iLKZPSBh-a0/s1600-h/ist2_373197_holiday_martini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RXnXVhsrVOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iLKZPSBh-a0/s200/ist2_373197_holiday_martini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006269225622000866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m feelin yummy head to toe&lt;br /&gt;You see me&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t got no patience so let’s go&lt;br /&gt;You see me&lt;br /&gt;Look, I’m diet drama&lt;br /&gt;Wanna spend the night&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bring pajamas&lt;br /&gt;Man there’s so much heat beneath these clothes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a "Christmas Cocktail Party" on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my favorite boys are coming and Krista so I will ply them with dips and culinary delights as well as an bountiful array of Holiday Martinis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun fun fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-8344918633099739067?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8344918633099739067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=8344918633099739067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/8344918633099739067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/8344918633099739067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/martini-krunkedify.html' title='Martini Krunkedify'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tv_u1Bu27I/RXnXVhsrVOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iLKZPSBh-a0/s72-c/ist2_373197_holiday_martini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-4460648007852355913</id><published>2006-11-30T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:57:54.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear is your friend.</title><content type='html'>I have one thing to say about the &lt;a href="http://www.explosivelaughter.com/2006/11/public-service-announcement.php"&gt;Britney&lt;/a&gt; Va-Ja-Ja &amp; her being a shitty mother topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/262106/Britney_Spears_and_Sean_Preston--gallery-msg-114827265391-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3012/1502/200/487516/Britney_Spears_and_Sean_Preston--gallery-msg-114827265391-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't want her kids, I will gladly take them.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't have any and I always wear underwear and hardly ever go out. Except for on thursdays for Anola stripper night (and who doesn't do that).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-4460648007852355913?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4460648007852355913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=4460648007852355913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/4460648007852355913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/4460648007852355913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/underwear-is-your-friend.html' title='Underwear is your friend.'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-470108648080292797</id><published>2006-11-29T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:40:38.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/801612/113388812_fa7e909b3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3012/1502/200/635588/113388812_fa7e909b3c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there's a winter storm, and I'm there to keep you warm,&lt;br /&gt;in whatever shape or form"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-470108648080292797?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/470108648080292797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=470108648080292797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/470108648080292797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/470108648080292797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/pure-beauty.html' title='Pure Beauty'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-7876852592235928481</id><published>2006-11-27T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:24:55.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it as much as I love Danny.</title><content type='html'>I love my job and all the goodies I get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First this &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/429701/sony-dsc-h2-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3012/1502/200/787535/sony-dsc-h2-lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I just brought home one of these puppies...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/529741/apple_imac_g5_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3012/1502/200/395032/apple_imac_g5_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-7876852592235928481?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7876852592235928481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=7876852592235928481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7876852592235928481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7876852592235928481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-it-as-much-as-i-love-danny.html' title='I love it as much as I love Danny.'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-4706282739172387607</id><published>2006-11-27T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:06:57.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Erik Spindler</title><content type='html'>He filled out one of these email questionaires (this one you fill out about the person sending it to you) He knows me better than anyone ! (except Vanessa, hers was bang on, too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name: Erik Spindler &lt;br /&gt;Where did we meet: High School &lt;br /&gt;Take a stab at my middle name: Jean &lt;br /&gt;Do I believe in God: Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known me:11 years &lt;br /&gt;Do I smoke: nope &lt;br /&gt;What was your first impression of me upon meeting:&lt;br /&gt;Cute and funny &lt;br /&gt;Color of my eyes: green&lt;br /&gt;Do I have any siblings: yep, Ian the bro &lt;br /&gt;What's one of my favorite things to do: listen to&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember one of the first things I said to you:&lt;br /&gt;Sucks about Chris Meecham, eh?&lt;br /&gt;What's my favorite type of music: folk&lt;br /&gt;What is the best feature about me: Loyalty and sense&lt;br /&gt;of humor....and a nice rack!&lt;br /&gt;Am I shy or outgoing: outgoing &lt;br /&gt;Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: Mindy makes the&lt;br /&gt;rules&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite memory of me: Our trip to the&lt;br /&gt;states&lt;br /&gt;Any special talents: Can eat chicken wings faster than&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider me a friend: All hail Mindy! YES!&lt;br /&gt;If there was one good nickname for me, what would it&lt;br /&gt;be? Mindler&lt;br /&gt;If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what&lt;br /&gt;one thing&lt;br /&gt;would I bring? Blind Melon - "Soup" or a naked picture&lt;br /&gt;of Matt Sheridan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-4706282739172387607?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4706282739172387607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=4706282739172387607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/4706282739172387607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/4706282739172387607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-i-love-erik-spindler.html' title='Why I love Erik Spindler'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-7470465349378371651</id><published>2006-11-16T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:19:59.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Ring of Fire</title><content type='html'>So my town is burning down. Well not completely. There is a major forest/swamp fire around the outskirts of Ross, which I can see from my kitchen window example A:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/DSC00762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/200/DSC00762.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started sometime on Tuesday and was still burning this morning when I left for work.  The sky over Ross is now a bright glowing orange haze however no one in this goddamn city (Winnipeg) gives a shit. Everyone is Grey Cup Ga-Ga and couldn't give two shits about us. Nothing on the news, no mention on the radio, nothing. There are ambulances posted on a couple roads in the town where the fire is nearing the roads and houses waiting to evacuate people but who cares !&lt;br /&gt;Let's care about the stupid football game that our own team was too crappy to play in !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Ross burn so long as we have our Nelly Furtado half time show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a few more pictures to further my cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/DSC00763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/200/DSC00763.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/DSC00764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/200/DSC00764.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-7470465349378371651?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7470465349378371651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=7470465349378371651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7470465349378371651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7470465349378371651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/burning-ring-of-fire.html' title='Burning Ring of Fire'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-3808868211638744098</id><published>2006-11-09T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:41:08.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ho, Ho, Ho, not a merry christmas"</title><content type='html'>Well halloween is over. I sat in the dark and watched "What ever happened to Baby Jane" by myself ate a crappy dinner and didn't hand out candy for the first time. With the recent snowfall there were only 3 kids wandering the 2 streets in Ross, it just wasn't worth buying candy. Plus there would be leftovers that I would be forced to eat, just so, you know, they wouldn't go bad cause candy can do that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that Halloween is over we transition over to the start of the Christmas season. It's now time for Mindy to bring on more stress to her life by handmaking all of her gifts, planning a small but lavish christmas party, spending entirely too much on other gifts for immediate family and especially that spoiled husband of hers. Baking an entire arsenal of cookies, bars, squares, snowballs, rum balls which we will only eat about 8% of and the rest will sit in the freezer until the drunk snowmobilers or stoned quaders show up unexpectedly and I have nothing to feed them but half frozen christmas baking.&lt;br /&gt;It's my favourite time of the year but I just can't help but wonder how it will all come together if Dan is in Timmins until December 22nd. It just won't be as much fun by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-3808868211638744098?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3808868211638744098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=3808868211638744098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/3808868211638744098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/3808868211638744098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/ho-ho-ho-not-merry-christmas.html' title='&quot;Ho, Ho, Ho, not a merry christmas&quot;'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-1354431370640694710</id><published>2006-11-09T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:29:07.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of you dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/200/clown.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on T.V last night and I instantly thought of &lt;a href="http://vannasty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/a&gt; and the time she worked on this movie and our little group was so proud of her, and knew she was well on her way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-1354431370640694710?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1354431370640694710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=1354431370640694710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/1354431370640694710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/1354431370640694710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/thought-of-you-dear.html' title='Thought of you dear...'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-5889831905828791685</id><published>2006-10-30T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:05:21.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>currently</title><content type='html'>bad moods&lt;br /&gt;frequent&lt;br /&gt;stronger&lt;br /&gt;and deeper&lt;br /&gt;burning red&lt;br /&gt;and vibrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time&lt;br /&gt;to give up&lt;br /&gt;and resign &lt;br /&gt;to facts&lt;br /&gt;and realities&lt;br /&gt;it's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-5889831905828791685?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5889831905828791685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=5889831905828791685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/5889831905828791685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/5889831905828791685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/currently.html' title='currently'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-8824764340926335808</id><published>2006-10-17T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:53:46.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Stripper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/apic540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/200/apic540.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now in the category of worst argument ever and another example of pure 'Toban stupidity... check out &lt;a href="http://www.winnipegsun.com/News/Manitoba/2006/10/17/2048592-sun.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like the strippers, then don't go. &lt;br /&gt;They aren't stripping on the street, they aren't luring in underage kids, and they aren't posting advertisment with any kind of nudity. &lt;br /&gt;Let us have our strippers and keep your bible-thumping-french-canadian mouths shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you Ste. Anne, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You aren't changing my shiteous opinion of you very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. god help me if my mother-in-law reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-8824764340926335808?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8824764340926335808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=8824764340926335808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/8824764340926335808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/8824764340926335808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/team-stripper.html' title='Team Stripper'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-6557858705927703257</id><published>2006-10-06T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:19:01.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie Eyed Whiskey Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/montreal_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/320/montreal_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Smoke baby, smoke baby&lt;br /&gt;More alcohol baby&lt;br /&gt;Cocaine in Montreal&lt;br /&gt;And black out on a plane baby&lt;br /&gt;An early flight will leave&lt;br /&gt;And on it will be me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'll be half asleep&lt;br /&gt;And you'll get up at three"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Montreal next week for business/blowing it out huge. Last year it was T.Dot for the U2 concert, this year it's Montreal for a Ottawa/Canadiens game and some conferences. See how blown out I was last year? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/2005%20Summit%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/200/2005%20Summit%20096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might need a liver transplant on Tuesday, but my husband might also need one cause he's going to be home alone (shudder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. that's a drink lid on my head from the concert. My boss proclaimed me "princess blowout"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-6557858705927703257?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6557858705927703257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=6557858705927703257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6557858705927703257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6557858705927703257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/pie-eyed-whiskey-face.html' title='Pie Eyed Whiskey Face'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-8824700649404289995</id><published>2006-10-06T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T10:26:12.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/320/DSC00099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My old friend, I apologize for the years that have passed since the last time you and I dusted off those memories but the running and the races, the people and the places&lt;br /&gt;There's always somewhere else I had to be time gets slim, my old friend"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-8824700649404289995?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8824700649404289995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=8824700649404289995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/8824700649404289995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/8824700649404289995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-old-friend-i-apologize-for-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-8422935400494060783</id><published>2006-10-06T10:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T10:21:12.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/Picture%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/320/Picture%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Her face is a map of the world, is a map of the world&lt;br /&gt;You can see she's a beautiful girl, she's a beautiful girl and everything around her is a silver pool of light. The people who surround her feel the benefit of it&lt;br /&gt;It makes you calm, she holds you captivated in her palm."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-8422935400494060783?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8422935400494060783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=8422935400494060783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/8422935400494060783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/8422935400494060783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/her-face-is-map-of-world-is-map-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-3797280360162802740</id><published>2006-10-06T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T10:20:56.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/167167956_53f8d68a14.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/320/167167956_53f8d68a14.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I heard you play guitar. You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire. I don't know if we'll meet, I don't know who you are. You're just a traveled ghost that I admire from afar"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-3797280360162802740?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3797280360162802740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=3797280360162802740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/3797280360162802740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/3797280360162802740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/apples-of-my-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-3816693896417264117</id><published>2006-09-29T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T15:00:08.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of the Kraus Reunion</title><content type='html'>"Some people are born to shut up and sit behind the desk&lt;br /&gt;Some people are born to be safe and cannot take a risk&lt;br /&gt;Handcuff up your boss, yeah, and be rough&lt;br /&gt;He might like it, like it&lt;br /&gt;He'll get a rise, you'll get a raise&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell his wife about it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-3816693896417264117?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3816693896417264117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=3816693896417264117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/3816693896417264117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/3816693896417264117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-honor-of-kraus-reunion.html' title='In honor of the Kraus Reunion'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-6742456966931914816</id><published>2006-09-25T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:26:55.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's so on the list</title><content type='html'>(*the list being a list of people Dan and I have mutually agreed we can sleep with, without consequence if ever given the opportunity):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lv8uFEr0xo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lv8uFEr0xo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-6742456966931914816?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6742456966931914816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=6742456966931914816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6742456966931914816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/6742456966931914816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-so-on-list.html' title='He&apos;s so on the list'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-4474388657573034076</id><published>2006-09-20T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:29:39.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seemingly perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/DSC00447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/320/DSC00447.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of posts&lt;br /&gt;lack of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;lack of anything good&lt;br /&gt;lack of anything creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband away &lt;br /&gt;lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;full of tv&lt;br /&gt;and obsessive&lt;br /&gt;cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for a little spark&lt;br /&gt;to ignite my soul&lt;br /&gt;something to keep it stoked&lt;br /&gt;something to keep it warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happiness&lt;br /&gt;seemed bottled&lt;br /&gt;and on the top shelf&lt;br /&gt;too far away &lt;br /&gt;and afraid to reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting on a face&lt;br /&gt;for him when he returns&lt;br /&gt;keep this home perfect&lt;br /&gt;so seemingly perfect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-4474388657573034076?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4474388657573034076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=4474388657573034076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/4474388657573034076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/4474388657573034076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/seemingly-perfect.html' title='seemingly perfect'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-854083565457990653</id><published>2006-09-12T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:37:34.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew?</title><content type='html'>Who knew you could be allergic to blackcurrants?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-854083565457990653?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/854083565457990653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=854083565457990653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/854083565457990653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/854083565457990653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-knew.html' title='Who knew?'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-1098165710519918111</id><published>2006-09-07T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:35:38.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/DSC00454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/320/DSC00454.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said I'm wise, but I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my lies were just that good&lt;br /&gt;And my lonely tears wish never to be&lt;br /&gt;Puddled on the floor with just them and me&lt;br /&gt;It's a long life, a long life to be always longing&lt;br /&gt;It's a long life, a long life to be always longing&lt;br /&gt;There's truth in these eyes, you can rest assured&lt;br /&gt;Salvaged by voices that have no words&lt;br /&gt;Running with fear left ruin in its wake&lt;br /&gt;Is the measure of a man how much love he can fake?&lt;br /&gt;It's a long life, a long life to be always longing&lt;br /&gt;It's a long life, a long life to be always longing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, time, it is so hard&lt;br /&gt;With all your fears and your running around&lt;br /&gt;We sadly burn down what we had&lt;br /&gt;It happens so long&lt;br /&gt;It's a long life, a long life to be always longing&lt;br /&gt;It's a long life, a long life to be always longing"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-1098165710519918111?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1098165710519918111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=1098165710519918111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/1098165710519918111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/1098165710519918111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/currently.html' title='Currently'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-7667001574704291897</id><published>2006-09-04T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:05:25.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will follow you into the dark</title><content type='html'>This week left me&lt;br /&gt;heavy with sadness &lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't &lt;br /&gt;know what to do&lt;br /&gt;stands by helpless&lt;br /&gt;in my despair&lt;br /&gt;holds my hand&lt;br /&gt;saying I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;trying to mend&lt;br /&gt;my hurting heart&lt;br /&gt;for something&lt;br /&gt;I cannot complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty &lt;br /&gt;and so imperfect&lt;br /&gt;knowing he didn't&lt;br /&gt;sign up for this&lt;br /&gt;that maybe I misled&lt;br /&gt;I try too hard to &lt;br /&gt;be positive&lt;br /&gt;and end up&lt;br /&gt;glued to the bed&lt;br /&gt;unable&lt;br /&gt;so unable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it will happen&lt;br /&gt;maybe it will not&lt;br /&gt;I just hope &lt;br /&gt;we can find a peace&lt;br /&gt;within us&lt;br /&gt;to mend our hurting hearts&lt;br /&gt;and lift this&lt;br /&gt;heaviness from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-7667001574704291897?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7667001574704291897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=7667001574704291897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7667001574704291897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7667001574704291897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-will-follow-you-into-dark.html' title='I will follow you into the dark'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-629006951472561821</id><published>2006-08-29T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:14:22.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>+ Positive</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how &lt;br /&gt;selfish you can be&lt;br /&gt;when you want something&lt;br /&gt;so badly&lt;br /&gt;and what an awful person&lt;br /&gt;you can be&lt;br /&gt;when you don't get&lt;br /&gt;what you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-629006951472561821?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/629006951472561821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=629006951472561821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/629006951472561821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/629006951472561821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/positive.html' title='+ Positive'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-7784686734578761556</id><published>2006-08-24T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:48:20.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing like looking at your own history, in the faces of your friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/1600/krista%27s%20birthday%20party%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3012/1502/320/krista%27s%20birthday%20party%20057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I talked on the phone with Krista for almost 2 hours. We don't talk as often as most best friends do, but when we talk we "TALK". I've been feeling very "friend-less" lately and she came through huge for me (again). Sometimes I feel very taken for granted by some of my friends like "oh good ol'Mindy treat her like crap, she keeps coming back". Krista takes that feeling away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all moved in to her new place in the RH so we are going to hang out more, and by "hang out" I mean do nothing. Watch movies, spa nights, drink coffee and chill out. I really miss doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish some other people could be the same kind of friend to me like she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-7784686734578761556?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7784686734578761556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=7784686734578761556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7784686734578761556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/7784686734578761556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/nothing-like-looking-at-your-own.html' title='nothing like looking at your own history, in the faces of your friends'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-806020051974399026</id><published>2006-08-22T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:47:51.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening &amp; relating</title><content type='html'>"little flashing zero&lt;br /&gt;on my answering machine&lt;br /&gt;rats scratching at my pain,&lt;br /&gt;brain shuffling its feet&lt;br /&gt;guess i have my father's heart&lt;br /&gt;and it may or may not keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;can't really tell you what it is&lt;br /&gt;keeps me this side of that dark line"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-806020051974399026?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/806020051974399026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=806020051974399026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/806020051974399026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/806020051974399026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/listening-relating.html' title='Listening &amp; relating'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-2805648268097593011</id><published>2006-08-22T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:44:01.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Tired</title><content type='html'>Too busy&lt;br /&gt;for everything&lt;br /&gt;too busy to see &lt;br /&gt;those who bring joy&lt;br /&gt;who comfort&lt;br /&gt;who bring smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too busy to go outside&lt;br /&gt;to lay in the grass&lt;br /&gt;it's all about impressing&lt;br /&gt;and keeping up&lt;br /&gt;with the Joneses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too busy to have fun&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy being busy&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know what for&lt;br /&gt;It's all about rushing&lt;br /&gt;home to finish nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what age&lt;br /&gt;will bring completeness&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever feel full&lt;br /&gt;Will I learn to want less&lt;br /&gt;and not take for granted&lt;br /&gt;all these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for the simple life&lt;br /&gt;but wonder how long it will take&lt;br /&gt;to arrive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-2805648268097593011?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2805648268097593011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=2805648268097593011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/2805648268097593011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/2805648268097593011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired-of-tired.html' title='Tired of Tired'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115532270103563157</id><published>2006-08-11T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T13:58:21.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another I wish I wrote.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Belated Cardboard Anniversary Baby, I love you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why don't you talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I know there's something on your mind&lt;br /&gt;will you go on and get a cigarette,&lt;br /&gt;I�ll be waiting outside&lt;br /&gt;the last few years have been much harder&lt;br /&gt;than we ever thought they'd be&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate it when I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;but I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was never a point in our love&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't love you&lt;br /&gt;not a point in our love&lt;br /&gt;I always did, I always will, I always do love you still&lt;br /&gt;I always would, how could I not hide, just look at us baby&lt;br /&gt;we're kind of perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sometimes I get all wrapped up&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't know who to be&lt;br /&gt;but you know when to be my security blanket, and when to uncover me&lt;br /&gt;so let's just sit out on the back porch&lt;br /&gt;and unravel everything&lt;br /&gt;someday these will be our old days, let's make them worth our memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was never a point in our love&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't love you&lt;br /&gt;not a point in our love&lt;br /&gt;I always did, I always will, I always do love you still&lt;br /&gt;I always would, how could I not hide, just look at us baby&lt;br /&gt;we're kind of perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never planned on loving somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;but I've always had pretty good luck baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always did, I always will, I always do love you still&lt;br /&gt;I always would, how could I not hide, just look at us baby&lt;br /&gt;we're kind of perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're kind of perfect&lt;br /&gt;we're kind of perfect, baby&lt;br /&gt;we're kind of perfect, baby&lt;br /&gt;we're kind of perfect, baby"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115532270103563157?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115532270103563157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115532270103563157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115532270103563157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115532270103563157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-i-wish-i-wrote.html' title='Another I wish I wrote.........'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115530790324083067</id><published>2006-08-11T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:51:43.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out Ross, Manitoba !</title><content type='html'>Mindy is bachlorette-ing it up this weekend whilst Danny-Boy is going to a buddy's cabin with all his crazy-assed friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend shall consist of $30 worth of Blockbuster rentals and 5lbs of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;and some Kraft Dinner because there's calcium in that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and wish my ovaries luck too, they need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115530790324083067?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115530790324083067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115530790324083067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115530790324083067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115530790324083067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-out-ross-manitoba.html' title='Look out Ross, Manitoba !'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115506581447684340</id><published>2006-08-08T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:18:21.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I made it, I'm 27.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/DSC00397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/DSC00397.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was awesome, like way too awesome. I kind of felt like crying through most of it cause it was just way more than I expected. The people, the gifts, the food, the sappy cards (thanks Dad). Was more than plenty, it was unbelieveable. It was pretty nuts, but a good kind of nuts. Jasmine brought over Spencer and he made my whole night. He's so cute, as if he wouldn't have totally made your birthday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115506581447684340?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115506581447684340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115506581447684340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115506581447684340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115506581447684340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-i-made-it-im-27.html' title='Well I made it, I&apos;m 27.'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115471769783321958</id><published>2006-08-04T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T13:54:57.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Helping of Panty Soup</title><content type='html'>It might just be the redneck in me, but this is some of the best shit ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVDIsNbteoI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVDIsNbteoI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought Danny this cd as an anniversary gift for putting up with my bullshit over the last 2 years. I don't think I can wait to give it to him until Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115471769783321958?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115471769783321958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115471769783321958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115471769783321958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115471769783321958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/second-helping-of-panty-soup.html' title='Second Helping of Panty Soup'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115401723252647704</id><published>2006-07-27T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:36:29.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"And I'm pissed that I'm not getting younger. Getting pretty, getting loved, getting laid"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/117351004_276fab7f0f_m.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/117351004_276fab7f0f_m.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 6 days I turn 27. &lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;freaked&lt;/span&gt; about getting older.&lt;br /&gt;Partly due to what is going on in my life (no kids, infertility) partly because of my job situation (still not sure if I can do this for the next 40 years) and partly because of my relationship with Danny (Will I have to ask him for the next 60 years to clean up after himself?)I get sad when I think about everything I haven't accomplished. I get even more sad when I look at other people my age and what they have accomplished, the places they've been and seen. I have lots to be thankful for, but I guess I am just wanting more for myself. I look back and everything I have gone through (somethings self-induced, some not) and I wonder how I made it this far. I guess we have to make some time for things and stop waiting for everything to happen on it's own. &lt;br /&gt;I am hoping for very good things in the next 27.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bring me some cake !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115401723252647704?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115401723252647704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115401723252647704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115401723252647704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115401723252647704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-im-pissed-that-im-not-getting.html' title='&quot;And I&apos;m pissed that I&apos;m not getting younger. Getting pretty, getting loved, getting laid&quot;'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115392148660023750</id><published>2006-07-26T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:44:46.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/Oct11BushEmotionalPentServ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/Oct11BushEmotionalPentServ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"History is made by stupid people&lt;br /&gt;Clever people wouldn't even try&lt;br /&gt;If you want a place in the history books&lt;br /&gt;Then do something dumb before you die"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115392148660023750?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115392148660023750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115392148660023750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115392148660023750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115392148660023750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/clever.html' title='Clever'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115351117609733180</id><published>2006-07-21T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:46:16.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Van-Nasty Birthday Extraordinaire !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62981139@N00/187497326/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/62/187497326_0da3ee064c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62981139@N00/187497326/"&gt;Van-Nasty &amp;amp; Mindola&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/62981139@N00/"&gt;Skittlesjoss&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday to my "Kate" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you girlie ! Have a fantasmical birthday and a wicked time at your Lebowski party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Mindy&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115351117609733180?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115351117609733180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115351117609733180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115351117609733180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115351117609733180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/van-nasty-birthday-extraordinaire.html' title='Van-Nasty Birthday Extraordinaire !'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115315346445452183</id><published>2006-07-17T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:43:05.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind or Dumb?</title><content type='html'>And my Hawksley obsession continues....&lt;br /&gt;I read this &lt;a href="http://www.canada.com/ottawacitizen/news/arts/story.html?id=d6a1895b-9e2e-43f2-b7cd-7fba810b3e6a&amp;k=32038"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; this morning. Now these people either need new glasses or are borderline retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukas Rossi is more Marilyn Manson than Hawksley Workman..."startling resemblance" I think not. Maybe a cracked out second-cousin resemblance but I think they look nothing alike. Look for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/bio_lukas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/bio_lukas2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/hawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/hawk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* thanks to b4refo0tmu5ic's &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/barefootphotos/"&gt;flickr page&lt;/a&gt; for the Hawksley pic. It's a beaut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115315346445452183?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115315346445452183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115315346445452183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115315346445452183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115315346445452183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/blind-or-dumb.html' title='Blind or Dumb?'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115291178685666259</id><published>2006-07-14T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:16:26.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason to love your childhood.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/sun.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in elementary school and the temperatures were much like they have been the last few weeks (+30C), our teachers would pack us all up (chairs and all) and move us all outside and teach us. It was awesome but I thought every school did the same thing. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my boss would do the same thing. This gal needs some sunshine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115291178685666259?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115291178685666259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115291178685666259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115291178685666259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115291178685666259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-reason-to-love-your-childhood.html' title='Another reason to love your childhood.....'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115273444659525085</id><published>2006-07-12T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:00:46.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><content type='html'>I went to Folk Fest&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered&lt;br /&gt;I Coordinated a Volunteer-Crew for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I saw very little music&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of cool people&lt;br /&gt;I had fun&lt;br /&gt;I was psycho-stressed for 60% of the weekened&lt;br /&gt;I was 40% relaxed and enjoying it&lt;br /&gt;I am still exhausted&lt;br /&gt;I have the hugest crush on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/howwastheshow/186971453/"&gt;Mr. Workman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000ENN9BK/103-3226881-5877464?v=glance&amp;n=502394"&gt;camera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted my pictures I took with it on my flickr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and write a re-cap of this years festival.......or I may just want to forget all about it and look forward to next years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hot one kids.......stay cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115273444659525085?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115273444659525085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115273444659525085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115273444659525085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115273444659525085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115203374339161351</id><published>2006-07-04T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:22:23.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much excitement !!!!</title><content type='html'>-Tango had her kittens on friday (Danny was SO excited) you can check out some pics on my flickr account.&lt;br /&gt;-Spent the entire day in Winnipeg on Saturday, culture-ifying Danny. It was fun but I am not sure it worked. &lt;br /&gt;-Went riding all day Sunday and went for a dip in Monominto Pits. It was gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;-a huge tree broke in our yard during a crazy storm on Sunday night. &lt;br /&gt;-Folk Fest starts Thursday and it's my first year coordinating the Transportation to Site crew, wish me luck !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115203374339161351?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115203374339161351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115203374339161351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115203374339161351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115203374339161351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-much-excitement.html' title='So much excitement !!!!'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115159624944948558</id><published>2006-06-29T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:50:53.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Spencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/177734418_41e6e1d539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/177734418_41e6e1d539.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tread neat so small those little feet&lt;br /&gt;Amid the morning his small heart beats&lt;br /&gt;So much excitement yesterday&lt;br /&gt;That must be rewarded must be displayed"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115159624944948558?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115159624944948558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115159624944948558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115159624944948558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115159624944948558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/mr-spencer.html' title='Mr. Spencer'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115143550425137059</id><published>2006-06-27T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:11:44.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Repave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/Cobblestone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/Cobblestone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how have i become the &lt;br /&gt;rough cobblestone beneath your feet&lt;br /&gt;scraped and abused&lt;br /&gt;yet forgiven &lt;br /&gt;and repaved at the next second&lt;br /&gt;i’ve become the reliable one&lt;br /&gt;the one you can count on&lt;br /&gt;but when have i been able to count&lt;br /&gt;on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been on my own without the comforting&lt;br /&gt;word of a friend for too long&lt;br /&gt;only brief little coffees to try to &lt;br /&gt;reel us back from the brink&lt;br /&gt;but some how i think we are too&lt;br /&gt;far beyond the edge&lt;br /&gt;i’ve always held on, &lt;br /&gt;but will you hold on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spit out your abuse&lt;br /&gt;you know i won’t return it&lt;br /&gt;you know i will stay the same&lt;br /&gt;quiet and broken&lt;br /&gt;at home alone&lt;br /&gt;it’s always his and never my own&lt;br /&gt;impairing the image of myself&lt;br /&gt;that i see everyday&lt;br /&gt;that the person i once was&lt;br /&gt;has now sunk into the &lt;br /&gt;earth of my marriage&lt;br /&gt;consuming and completely&lt;br /&gt;till there is nothing left&lt;br /&gt;of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115143550425137059?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115143550425137059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115143550425137059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115143550425137059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115143550425137059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/repave.html' title='Repave'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115098610538330005</id><published>2006-06-22T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T09:21:45.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. President.......</title><content type='html'>sorry for the lack of posts .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back from holidays and have not felt well since. I am over stressed and today is not much better. I hear this morning that one of my mom's close friends had had a son injured seriously in Kandahar. He lost both his legs (but thankfully not his life) in a roadside explosion. 5 others were injured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this war. I hate that we are even participating in this illegal war.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick right now. &lt;br /&gt;How many more have to die or have life altering injuries before this has to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and there was a murder(?) down the street from my parents last night. &lt;br /&gt;Any one have a valium prescription they want to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115098610538330005?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115098610538330005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115098610538330005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115098610538330005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115098610538330005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-mr-president.html' title='Dear Mr. President.......'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-115073453066979156</id><published>2006-06-19T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:28:50.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hourayyyy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/Chloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/Chloe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a proud pseudo-auntie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe Adele Fisher made her debut on June 10th weighing 7lbs 6 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out in action &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3336498812918225452&amp;pr=goog-sl"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Brooke &amp; Julian. We love you ! &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see her!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-115073453066979156?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115073453066979156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=115073453066979156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115073453066979156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/115073453066979156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/hourayyyy.html' title='Hourayyyy!!!'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114987557872760487</id><published>2006-06-09T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T12:52:58.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes......</title><content type='html'>reading things like &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/archives/nubbin/06_08_2006.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; makes me rethink the whole having kids thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114987557872760487?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114987557872760487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114987557872760487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114987557872760487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114987557872760487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes......'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114986893245550719</id><published>2006-06-09T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:02:12.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day.........</title><content type='html'>I am on holidays in t-minus 6 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY !!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will post up some pics on flickr of my farming adventures !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be MIA for the next week. Not that anyone reads this crap. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114986893245550719?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114986893245550719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114986893245550719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114986893245550719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114986893245550719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day.........'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114968794286122846</id><published>2006-06-07T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:45:42.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My own blood is much too dangerous.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/story.neko.case.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/story.neko.case.ap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More love for Neko, this time on CNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/Music/06/07/neko.case.ap/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114968794286122846?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114968794286122846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114968794286122846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114968794286122846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114968794286122846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-own-blood-is-much-too-dangerous.html' title='My own blood is much too dangerous.....'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114960685590037160</id><published>2006-06-06T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:14:16.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I.....</title><content type='html'>- am suddenly very afraid of storms&lt;br /&gt;- am on holidays as of friday&lt;br /&gt;- am kind of weirded out that today is 6/6/06&lt;br /&gt;- killed a cricket with a broom last night and it came back to life and is now MIA&lt;br /&gt;- am married to a guy that is covered in poison ivy....AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;- am married to a guy that stayed out late last night, but brought me maple walnut ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;- wish my baby could have a soother like &lt;a href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/lifestyle/2006-06/05/xin_40060305111010124476.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; but my kid will probably just get a rock to suck on.&lt;br /&gt;- haven't seen my two best friends in months. &lt;br /&gt;- am going to the farm on friday and going quading !!!!&lt;br /&gt;- am having Casa Grande pizza for lunch today ...yay!!&lt;br /&gt;- am suddenly a celebrity gossip sucker! All thanks to &lt;a href="http://explosivelaughter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; and her love of &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com"&gt;PerezHilton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- miss &lt;a href="http://vannasty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/a&gt;....lots.&lt;br /&gt;- lost interest in this 4 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;- hope my girly insides are working...... go ovaries.&lt;br /&gt;- am going to stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114960685590037160?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114960685590037160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114960685590037160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114960685590037160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114960685590037160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/i.html' title='I.....'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114916925733096421</id><published>2006-06-01T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T08:40:57.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoting</title><content type='html'>"On the same web forum, it was suggested that Nouvel may be Brad Pitt's tribute to French architect Jean Nouvel, which solves, or at least skirts, the grammatical issue. In any case, names needn't conform to foreign orthographic strictures. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brad and Angelina can call their baby whatever they want, although if they'd chosen France Fat Racist Whore of Nation States Jolie-Pitt, they might have had a little difficulty checking into the Ritz. How would you translate that, just out of interest?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tim Dowling&lt;br /&gt;The Guardian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious......poor Brad and Angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114916925733096421?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114916925733096421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114916925733096421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114916925733096421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114916925733096421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/quoting.html' title='Quoting'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114901760275342495</id><published>2006-05-30T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:33:22.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/x01_0003_0945_hummingbird_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/x01_0003_0945_hummingbird_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ian was over at Manon's place on the weekend. He stayed over cause he had been drinking, although she had been spiking everyone's drinks with grenadine. She likes grenadine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ian stayed over cause he was drinking grenadine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, she was drinking grenadine. He asked her if she thought she was a hummingbird"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114901760275342495?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114901760275342495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114901760275342495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114901760275342495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114901760275342495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-red.html' title='Big Red'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114867007755267925</id><published>2006-05-26T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:23:40.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Neko</title><content type='html'>Any one up for a disgusting giraffe story, turn up the speaks and let er rip.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.nekocase.com/music/mp3/misc/giraffe_story.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i can't wait for her to come to the Festival. I am so psyched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114867007755267925?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114867007755267925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114867007755267925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114867007755267925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114867007755267925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/countdown-to-neko.html' title='Countdown to Neko'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114865634916907064</id><published>2006-05-26T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:12:29.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It rains and pours</title><content type='html'>Please know that I am happy for you&lt;br /&gt;and wish you all my best&lt;br /&gt;but that I hide away at home&lt;br /&gt;with my sickness and jealously&lt;br /&gt;in guard of my heart&lt;br /&gt;in protection of my good humor&lt;br /&gt;in dealing &lt;br /&gt;and maintenance of my already&lt;br /&gt;hurt feelings&lt;br /&gt;for something I can’t have&lt;br /&gt;right now&lt;br /&gt;or at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114865634916907064?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114865634916907064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114865634916907064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114865634916907064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114865634916907064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-rains-and-pours.html' title='It rains and pours'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114858071050697569</id><published>2006-05-25T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:11:50.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering from Kitchen Sink</title><content type='html'>After almost having a complete breakdown in the copy department today at work, (after picking up the 100th copy paper ream packaging just causally left on the table, knowing fully well that I would come and clean up after them) I booked a week of holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care when they would be, didn't care if I was going anywhere but I had to book them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a copy paper ream packaging makes the tears well up, it's time to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a further note, I read an &lt;a href="http://www.emediawire.com/releases/2006/5/emw388958.htm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (which I have) today that was scary/amusing. My favorite part is the "classic symptoms" which all but include the kitchen sink. &lt;br /&gt;They are as follows: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drastic weight gain, hair loss, depression, fatigue, thyroid problems, high cholesterol, panic attacks, headaches, dizzy spells, poor memory or muddled mind, sleeping disorders, constant thirst, extreme cravings, insulin resistance, cystic acne, cystic ovaries, menstrual cycles without ovulation, irregular cycles, severe mood swings, high testosterone levels, infertility problems, excess facial and body hair, not to mention a seven times greater risk than an average woman for four major health concerns affecting women in the United States today including heart disease, diabetes, endometrial cancer and stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this time I thought I was a hypochondriac !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114858071050697569?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114858071050697569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114858071050697569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114858071050697569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114858071050697569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/suffering-from-kitchen-sink.html' title='Suffering from Kitchen Sink'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114848176895689425</id><published>2006-05-24T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:42:49.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/greg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/greg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you even say that, say we'll meet somewhere? &lt;br /&gt;You hardly ever show up, you don't really care. &lt;br /&gt;So why do you even say that, say you got time for me? &lt;br /&gt;You talk but you don't walk, busy as a bee. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're all that happy, honey baby, with your thing, &lt;br /&gt;But I ain't some fish you caught, can't keep me on a string. &lt;br /&gt;You say you really love me, then you're gone in seconds flat, &lt;br /&gt;Say you really want me, why do you even say that? &lt;br /&gt;Why do you even say that? Why do you even say that?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114848176895689425?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114848176895689425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114848176895689425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114848176895689425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114848176895689425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/listening.html' title='Listening:'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114804945562494310</id><published>2006-05-19T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:37:35.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the end of the world as we know it.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Mischa Barton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ruined my "OC and Thursday Anola Stripper Night" for the rest of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil Evil Mischa Barton......grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114804945562494310?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114804945562494310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114804945562494310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114804945562494310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114804945562494310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-end-of-world-as-we-know-it.html' title='It&apos;s the end of the world as we know it.....'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114796784101361245</id><published>2006-05-18T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:51:45.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so secretive crushes.....</title><content type='html'>Call me hormonal (I blame it on the drugs) however the following dudes have turned my crank (and some harder than others) in the last few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/patrick.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patrick Dempsey (AKA: Dr. McDreamy from Grey's Anatomy) Maybe cause he's hot, maybe cause he's generally an asshole, or cause he's a married guy, I'm not sure. But he's all that and a bag of skittles. He's a new addition to "the list".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/taylor_sings2_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/taylor_sings2_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor Hicks from American Idol: He can sing, He's funny and has this endearing Dave Matthews/Steve Winwood thing. I'm lame but I can fully admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/xavier_rudd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/xavier_rudd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xavier Rudd. He's hot, he plays instruments, always generally barefoot and is a super nice guy. Too bad his freaking show here is sold out...WHAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a cold shower.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: My husband is fully aware and these crushes are fully within our "agreement" besides, he wants to keep &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/katharine_mcphee/"&gt;Katharine McPhee&lt;/a&gt; from American Idol in our garage as a pet. &lt;br /&gt;Wait.....does that sound creepy? Cause I think she's hot too.&lt;br /&gt;I've said too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114796784101361245?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114796784101361245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114796784101361245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114796784101361245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114796784101361245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-so-secretive-crushes.html' title='Not so secretive crushes.....'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114787645340395964</id><published>2006-05-17T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T09:34:13.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"We'll all stay skinny cause we just don't eat..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/pills.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't felt much like blogging lately.&lt;br /&gt;Missed work Monday cause I had such a horrible stomach ache Sunday and felt like I had been run over by a bus repeatedly on Monday. Now today, I am blessed with not only super-inhuman indigestion but super-double-ungodly cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you normal girls do this every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE BEING A GIRL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114787645340395964?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114787645340395964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114787645340395964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114787645340395964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114787645340395964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-all-stay-skinny-cause-we-just.html' title='&quot;We&apos;ll all stay skinny cause we just don&apos;t eat...&quot;'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114744891696559132</id><published>2006-05-12T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:51:25.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Kenny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email Received from Kenny (still in Thailand till tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey girl, so what you got going on tomorrow? Having some beers at my place&lt;br /&gt;around 8:30. Are you going quading tomorrow &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you skank&lt;/span&gt;? "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114744891696559132?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114744891696559132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114744891696559132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114744891696559132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114744891696559132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-i-love-kenny.html' title='Why I love Kenny.'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114729119721700046</id><published>2006-05-10T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:59:57.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Reconnect</title><content type='html'>Danny and I are planning a quick Saturday trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.gov.mb.ca/conservation/parks/popular_parks/whiteshell/"&gt;Whiteshell&lt;/a&gt; this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Which is a welcome relief from my cabin fever, his hatred of the city and a slight bit of depression I am trying to manage. (It’s hard to like a body that doesn’t work like it should.) Hopefully the rain will hold out or not drown us when we are there. We are planning on having lunch out there and walk a few trails and gather some rocks for our garden. We are in such need of this trip. All the medications, appointments, meetings, illness and constant fighting make it hard to remember the good things and why we are together. Things become habitual, and stale and I know what that leads to. So wish me good weather and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;I’m excited; it’s almost like an anniversary (but I wouldn’t know cause I never got one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So that's why I never come back here&lt;br /&gt;That's why they spit out my name&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's have clawed up the bible&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep me away&lt;br /&gt;With the sledge of tectonic fever&lt;br /&gt;The needle has landed again&lt;br /&gt;Let it play”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114729119721700046?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114729119721700046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114729119721700046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114729119721700046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114729119721700046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/operation-reconnect.html' title='Operation Reconnect'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114727913609838185</id><published>2006-05-10T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:38:56.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of "my" day</title><content type='html'>"Badass" by Kacy Crowley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was the runt of the litter&lt;br /&gt;I was a weakling&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to discover&lt;br /&gt;I was the ugly duckling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all the same on the inside&lt;br /&gt;but we're always up against everybody's outside&lt;br /&gt;And its hard to live up to a strangers beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Some people always finish last&lt;br /&gt;Still I ended up a Badass"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114727913609838185?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114727913609838185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114727913609838185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114727913609838185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114727913609838185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/song-of-my-day.html' title='Song of &quot;my&quot; day'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114683886352860963</id><published>2006-05-05T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T09:21:03.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's a good day when:</title><content type='html'>-You get into a fight with a cab driver who thought that you shouldn't have blocked his way and get out and starts yelling at you. Then you refuse to roll down your window and give him the peace sign and tell him to "chill" all cause you didn't feel like backing up and letting him through. I am mean like that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We get ice cream at work today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinco_de_Mayo"&gt;Cinco de Mayo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_No_Pants_Day"&gt;International No Pants Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't catch a chill folks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114683886352860963?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114683886352860963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114683886352860963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114683886352860963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114683886352860963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know-its-good-day-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s a good day when:'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114677216846437917</id><published>2006-05-04T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:44:06.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me=Homewrecker</title><content type='html'>(stolen from the &lt;a href="http://www.explosivelaughter.com"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My roommate once: threw a plate of steak bones up into my room in an attempt to get me and Dan to move out.&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life: have I done heroin&lt;br /&gt;3. The one person who can drive me nuts, but then always manages to make me smile: My husband (more nuts than smiling though these days)&lt;br /&gt;4. High School was: a blur, I was never there.&lt;br /&gt;5. When I'm nervous: pick at my nails, get stomach aches&lt;br /&gt;6. The last time I cried: last week some time&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were to get married right now my bridesmaids would be: I'm pleading the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;8: I like salad: a LOT&lt;br /&gt;9. My hair: is in desperate need of a cut and color.&lt;br /&gt;10. When I was 5: I wore "skorts" to school so I could play on the playground and still look like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;11. Last Christmas: I celebrated it at my house with ma, pa and Ian oh and Danny too.&lt;br /&gt;12. When I turn my head left, I see: my Martin Brodeur Figure and a file stand.&lt;br /&gt;13. I should be: at home because I have the worst migrane.&lt;br /&gt;14. When I look down I see: work contact sheet, a keyboard and a mouse, and my broken i-pod headphones.&lt;br /&gt;15. The craziest local recent event was: a stabbing of a guy down the street from work. Crackers jumped out of a brand new white escalade started a fist fight with this guy and then the third guy stabs him and takes off. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;16. If I were a character on Friends I'd be: Rachel with a hint of Monica's OCD.&lt;br /&gt;17. By this time next year: I better be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;18. Current Relationship Status: mostly happily married.&lt;br /&gt;19. I had a hard time understanding: selfish people and Tom Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;20. At family gatherings I: help out the aunties make the food.(my side of course)&lt;br /&gt;21. You know I "like" you if: I bug you.&lt;br /&gt;22. If I won an award, the first person I'd thank is: James Gandolfini&lt;br /&gt;23. Take my advice: listen to me. I am ALWAYS right. (thanks Heather)&lt;br /&gt;24. My ideal breakfast is: Blueberry Pancakes from Sals and an apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;25. If you visit a place I grew up: I'd take you for gelati.&lt;br /&gt;26. Where don't you plan to visit anytime soon: Moose Jaw, SK. Just cause I said so.&lt;br /&gt;27. If you spend the night at my house: you might have to sleep on the couch. We destroyed the spare bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;28. I'd stop my wedding if: my fiancee's relatives were being selfish, most of my bridesmaids were being jerks, my groomsmen were useless.....OH WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;29. The world could do without: Paris Hilton, professional wrestling, peas, any terminal incurable illness&lt;br /&gt;30. I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than date: Carrot-top, or a specific abusive ex of mine, again.&lt;br /&gt;31. Most recent thing you've bought yourself: cookies from Cookie By George. "Hello Diet, this is Mindy"&lt;br /&gt;32. Most recent thing someone else bought for you: My dad bought me Sun-Maid Raisins and arrowroot Animal Crackers. (He's really craving a grandchild)&lt;br /&gt;33. My favorite blonde is: the chick that played Helen in Troy.&lt;br /&gt;34. My favorite brunette is: Colin Farrell&lt;br /&gt;35. Uh....what happened?: He smiled, I melted and dammit I married him.&lt;br /&gt;36. The last time I was drunk was: my boss' 40th birthday party, which I planned. (I planned, I drank, I blew it out hard and called my ex and his wife found out:)&lt;br /&gt;37. The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: pigs (good call heather) &lt;br /&gt;38. I shouldn't have been: such a tease.&lt;br /&gt;39. Once, at a bar: on my birthday, I made out with some random guy ( who was friend's with &lt;a href="http://vannasty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vanessa's&lt;/a&gt; brother Dom. He couldn't stand up and neither could I, but he had me convinced to go home with him, and that he could manage to drive. I was totally there until Vanessa grabbed me and put me in the car and drove me home. The next weekend this same random guy came up to me and I had NO idea who he was.&lt;br /&gt;40. Last night I: watched "The Day After Tomorrow" with Danny (we'd already seen it but I love the special effects and the piss poor acting, sue me)&lt;br /&gt;41. There's this girl I know who: 's boyfriend I probably slept with.&lt;br /&gt;42. I don't know how to: play guitar, paint or draw faces, &lt;br /&gt;43. A better name for me would be: Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;44. If I ever go back to school I'll: be stressing out like a crazy mo-fo&lt;br /&gt;45. How many days until my birthday?: 3 months and 2 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114677216846437917?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114677216846437917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114677216846437917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114677216846437917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114677216846437917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/mehomewrecker.html' title='Me=Homewrecker'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114676647111043516</id><published>2006-05-04T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:14:31.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/86welcome1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/86welcome1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Jasmine and Dwayne!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine delivered a healthy baby boy this morning at 5:10 am. Spencer Hugh Meikle and mom are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for babies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114676647111043516?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114676647111043516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114676647111043516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114676647111043516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114676647111043516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/congrats.html' title='Congrats!'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114668242300779772</id><published>2006-05-03T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:53:43.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/photo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warming sun&lt;br /&gt;in market square&lt;br /&gt;wander aimless&lt;br /&gt;and with content&lt;br /&gt;and rememberance&lt;br /&gt;of being young&lt;br /&gt;and full of&lt;br /&gt;anthusiasm and confidence&lt;br /&gt;free flowing music&lt;br /&gt;all around me&lt;br /&gt;and Moses Mayes&lt;br /&gt;on stage&lt;br /&gt;his hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;squeezing with &lt;br /&gt;eager anticipation&lt;br /&gt;of what was to come&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't know&lt;br /&gt;this would &lt;br /&gt;be the last&lt;br /&gt;and the changes&lt;br /&gt;that would blow in&lt;br /&gt;and around us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114668242300779772?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114668242300779772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114668242300779772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114668242300779772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114668242300779772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/sound-stage.html' title='Sound Stage'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114624172989106860</id><published>2006-04-28T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:24:56.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year of blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/imac_flowershot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/imac_flowershot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me this morning that it has been 1 year exactly since I started blogging. &lt;br /&gt;Although I am not the witty, hip, trendy blogger I aspired to be, I am finding it easier to express myself through my writing, photography and poetry. Although I am still a long way  off from &lt;a href="http://explosivelaughterversion1.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-day-unemployed-in-bathtub.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still exploring ways to connect with people and use this blog as a therapeutic tool for myself. I am still not sure how to classify this blog, I call it a "personal blog" and when I write I generally use it as a journal to remember the smaller details of my life and my marriage that may be overlooked. I probably break all the "blogger etiquette" rules and have very few readers, (not some how related to me)but I still enjoy it the same, if not more as I did when I started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My current blogger idols (as horribly cheesy as it sounds) or people who have or continue to inspire me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vanessa a.k.a &lt;a href="http://vannasty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Van-Nasty &lt;/a&gt;: It never occurred to me that people and friends I knew had blogs or what they used them for. Vaness introduced me to blogging and has always encouraged my sorry ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heather a.k.a &lt;a href="http://explosivelaughter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Explosive Laughter&lt;/a&gt;: This girl oozes talent. Her &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/explosivelaughter/sets/445016/"&gt;photography&lt;/a&gt; is awesome and she is very inter-web intelligent. Is she can teach me, that says something. And she had a photo-session in a bathtub. A girl after my very own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heather Armstrong a.k.a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifhttp://www.dooce.com"&gt;Dooce &lt;/a&gt;: So incredibly gifted and talented. I would kill for her writing style and photography skills and her gorgeous babe &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dooce/7927795/in/set-197997/"&gt;Leta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interest in blogging has evolved into a new greater interest in photography and a new and fresh interest in creative writing which began hibernation when I moved out of my parents house. Hooray for creativity !!! &lt;br /&gt;Here's to many more years of blogging and airing dirty laundry on the internet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114624172989106860?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114624172989106860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114624172989106860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114624172989106860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114624172989106860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/1-year-of-blogging.html' title='1 Year of blogging'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114623551072480566</id><published>2006-04-28T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:45:10.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things</title><content type='html'>-Large Mochas from Tim Horton's&lt;br /&gt;-Last nights episode of &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/oc/"&gt;The OC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spring Rain&lt;br /&gt;-The stripper last night at Anola bar that had everyone laughing with her and not at her&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing Lesley after a long time&lt;br /&gt;-My crew from &lt;a href="http://http://www.winnipegfolkfestival.ca/"&gt;Folk Fest&lt;/a&gt; all coming back (with the exception of Danielle :(&lt;br /&gt;-My husbands good humour in the morning&lt;br /&gt;-My interest in hockey coming back&lt;br /&gt;-Excited about planting flowers and vegetables this weekend&lt;br /&gt;-Spring Cleaning&lt;br /&gt;-"Hold On, Hold On" from &lt;a href="http://www.nekocase.com/"&gt;Neko Case&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday ...... houray!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114623551072480566?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114623551072480566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114623551072480566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114623551072480566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114623551072480566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-things.html' title='Good Things'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114590561181652054</id><published>2006-04-24T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:06:51.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Binding Ties</title><content type='html'>you feel the need to &lt;br /&gt;constantly put him down&lt;br /&gt;and bring up the past&lt;br /&gt;and pass it around&lt;br /&gt;like a virus&lt;br /&gt;not one visit&lt;br /&gt;without a mention&lt;br /&gt;of a binge &lt;br /&gt;or destruction&lt;br /&gt;or items stolen&lt;br /&gt;or destroyed&lt;br /&gt;not willing&lt;br /&gt;to move on &lt;br /&gt;and let sleeping&lt;br /&gt;dogs&lt;br /&gt;sleep &lt;br /&gt;and not rise them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this soured relationship&lt;br /&gt;strained with your &lt;br /&gt;stubbornness&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;what could be&lt;br /&gt;and what could have been&lt;br /&gt;and crave something&lt;br /&gt;so different from what is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a family of many&lt;br /&gt;all with this bitter pill&lt;br /&gt;and he is so numb&lt;br /&gt;but I am not&lt;br /&gt;and refuse to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you all only knew &lt;br /&gt;that I was the lucky one&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should make it a point&lt;br /&gt;of reminding you all &lt;br /&gt;of the truth&lt;br /&gt;that he came in time to save me&lt;br /&gt;that he is happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;and truth and light &lt;br /&gt;that shines on me everyday&lt;br /&gt;that his past is far gone&lt;br /&gt;just like mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114590561181652054?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114590561181652054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114590561181652054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114590561181652054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114590561181652054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/binding-ties_114590561181652054.html' title='Binding Ties'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114556757772755055</id><published>2006-04-20T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:12:57.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Material Grrrl</title><content type='html'>Dear God, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life rules right now. I am happy and have a great husband a nice house and everything is great. However, if you really want to knock my socks off you could help me in the following departments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bring me a baby {preferably via the ("the" as in "mine") womb}&lt;br /&gt;-bring me a 20' &lt;a href="http://store.applehttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore.woa/6094002/wo/nR3aUfgir8IL3nCN7Un1GsZV0zz/2.?p=0"&gt;iMac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bring me a &lt;a href="http://nikonimaging.com/global/products/digitalcamera/slr/d70/index.htm"&gt;Nikon D70&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will be polite and very nice. For real this time I swear. Even at you-know-who's social this weekend, where I know it will almost kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minndola&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114556757772755055?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114556757772755055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114556757772755055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114556757772755055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114556757772755055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/material-grrrl.html' title='Material Grrrl'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114554808563458021</id><published>2006-04-20T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:48:14.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/36073859_4c86bca2b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/36073859_4c86bca2b5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something you love &lt;br /&gt;gives you a stomach ache&lt;br /&gt;and makes you feel like&lt;br /&gt;if you could just cry about it&lt;br /&gt;you would feel better and get&lt;br /&gt;on and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you still love it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114554808563458021?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114554808563458021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114554808563458021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114554808563458021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114554808563458021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/tough-love.html' title='Tough Love'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114485985357702083</id><published>2006-04-12T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:37:33.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me likey free music !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/Neko-Case_Droste_t450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/Neko-Case_Droste_t450.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Driving home I see those flooded fields&lt;br /&gt;How can people not know what beauty this is&lt;br /&gt;I've taken it for granted my whole life&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I was born"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this great &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5325695"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; to get a free Neko Case/Martha Wainwright concert. I downloaded it as a prelude to my first Neko Case experience in July. &lt;br /&gt;Many peed pants to be expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114485985357702083?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114485985357702083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114485985357702083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114485985357702083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114485985357702083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-likey-free-music.html' title='Me likey free music !!'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114479109114860220</id><published>2006-04-11T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:31:31.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lurkers,</title><content type='html'>I never understood the bitterness towards lurkers by other bloggers but when you blog for a year and get 5 comments ( thanks Vaness, thanks Heather) you have to ask yourself one thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the ever-loving comments?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first 5 comments you will recieve a copy of the boob shot that is floating around telus' text messaging system at this very moment. Which may or not be of my own boobs. Drunken boobs. Too many "dirty hooker boobs". Boobs that Marcel has probably shown to every god forsaken Fireman in the City of Winnipeg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again prooving: camera's and alcohol don't mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks lurking lurkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114479109114860220?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114479109114860220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114479109114860220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114479109114860220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114479109114860220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-lurkers.html' title='Dear Lurkers,'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114443623609410224</id><published>2006-04-07T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T13:57:16.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously I am not crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/7/10181751_dd73a6f9c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/7/10181751_dd73a6f9c0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is one other &lt;a href="http://www.nothingbutbonfires.com/?p=82"&gt;person&lt;/a&gt; in the world that thinks Champagne Colored Bridesmaid Dresses are perfectly acceptable and quite stunning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114443623609410224?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114443623609410224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114443623609410224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114443623609410224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114443623609410224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/obviously-i-am-not-crazy.html' title='Obviously I am not crazy'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114442931009310838</id><published>2006-04-07T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:01:50.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ain't very easy, when you've got a permanent broken heart</title><content type='html'>Weekly recap, (who ever thought my life would be so busy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Finished living room (pics coming soon)&lt;br /&gt;- Spent 10 hrs at the hospital with my dad on tuesday. He went in with a suspected heart attack. He was in agony, and I was completely panicked (the last time I was in the hospital was with my dying grandmothers) He's at home now but it was a scary couple of days. Another reason for my hysteria was that my Uncle Billy went to St. Boniface Hospital a day earlier for more test on his heart and a stress test for his angina. I thought we'd earned a 2-for-1 special. However, they did not agree. &lt;br /&gt;-Started (finally!!) on the fertility drugs. Please cross your finger and toes (and what ever other body parts you can cross) for Dan and I over then next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;-Taking my favourite niece and &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/9/13291376_ce134fd978_m.jpg"&gt;nephew&lt;/a&gt; out for supper tonight. I'll Flickr the cuteness from the restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;- I start Guitar Lessons on Tuesday. I am so excited, just may pee my pants, for real this time. Hopefully I can learn a chord before folk fest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114442931009310838?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114442931009310838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114442931009310838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114442931009310838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114442931009310838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-aint-very-easy-when-youve-got.html' title='Life ain&apos;t very easy, when you&apos;ve got a permanent broken heart'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114408905612849393</id><published>2006-04-03T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:30:56.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoting</title><content type='html'>"I had one friend in high school recently he hung himself with string&lt;br /&gt;His note said&lt;br /&gt;'If livin' is the problem, well that's just baffling.'&lt;br /&gt;And at the wake I waited around to see my ex first love&lt;br /&gt;And I barely recognized her, but I knew exactly what she was thinking of&lt;br /&gt;We sat quietly in the corner whispering close about loss&lt;br /&gt;And I remembered why I loved her, and I asked her why I drove her off&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;The slow fade of love&lt;br /&gt;Its soft edge might cut you&lt;br /&gt;And our poor friend, Jim&lt;br /&gt;Well he just lived within&lt;br /&gt;The slow fade of love"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114408905612849393?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114408905612849393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114408905612849393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114408905612849393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114408905612849393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/quoting.html' title='Quoting'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114382304929477056</id><published>2006-03-31T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:37:29.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof in Pictures</title><content type='html'>hey check out my new pics on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62981139@N00/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof again that alcohol and camera's should never mix. At least when I am around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114382304929477056?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114382304929477056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114382304929477056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114382304929477056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114382304929477056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/proof-in-pictures.html' title='Proof in Pictures'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114356575149665282</id><published>2006-03-28T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:09:11.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankets lie so still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/jim25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/jim25.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of growing up i guess&lt;br /&gt;people and friends&lt;br /&gt;packing up and moving along&lt;br /&gt;lost touch&lt;br /&gt;even though we were close&lt;br /&gt;and bugged each other &lt;br /&gt;all the time back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you left us now&lt;br /&gt;and i feel guilty for&lt;br /&gt;yours and everyone else's&lt;br /&gt;abandoned friendship&lt;br /&gt;caused by me&lt;br /&gt;and such laziness&lt;br /&gt;maybe if we kept it up&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't have left us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine what was so &lt;br /&gt;bad that you were left with &lt;br /&gt;this as your only choice&lt;br /&gt;such desperation&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad you had no one&lt;br /&gt;to confide in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i worry now&lt;br /&gt;about everyone that &lt;br /&gt;was important in my life &lt;br /&gt;at one time&lt;br /&gt;whether a minute or a year&lt;br /&gt;i never want them to &lt;br /&gt;feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry derek that i never&lt;br /&gt;stuck around&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry &lt;br /&gt;that there was no one to stop you&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114356575149665282?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114356575149665282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114356575149665282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114356575149665282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114356575149665282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/blankets-lie-so-still.html' title='Blankets lie so still'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114323594560407271</id><published>2006-03-24T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:36:34.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn when I'm tired of sleeping....Porn, Porn, Porn, Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/1undertow40us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/1undertow40us.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better on a thursday night than cereal for supper&lt;br /&gt;sanding poly-filla on the walls and watching the O.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which by the way was fan-friggin-tastic, and very much better than porn at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Marissa and I were seperated at birth, minus the face that I am 5 years older, 100 lbs heavier and I have no fashion sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the alchohol consumption and poor judgement with regards to boys is dead on !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(present husband company excluded of course)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114323594560407271?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114323594560407271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114323594560407271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114323594560407271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114323594560407271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/porn-when-im-tired-of-sleepingporn.html' title='Porn when I&apos;m tired of sleeping....Porn, Porn, Porn, Porn'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114305798274512740</id><published>2006-03-22T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:06:22.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory.....</title><content type='html'>In memory of my Folk Fest Crew's favourite bus driver and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace &lt;a href="http://www.passagesmb.com/obituary_details.cfm?ObitID=106390"&gt;Tony&lt;/a&gt;, we'll miss ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114305798274512740?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114305798274512740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114305798274512740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114305798274512740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114305798274512740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-memory.html' title='In Memory.....'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114304523236674965</id><published>2006-03-22T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:33:52.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/case.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/case.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From the well of their hearts spring the poison&lt;br /&gt;That mixed with suspicion and reckless derision&lt;br /&gt;And something they read on a church toilet stall&lt;br /&gt;They think that their lives are much better&lt;br /&gt;Than mine on the soapbox and ladders stand tall"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114304523236674965?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114304523236674965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114304523236674965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114304523236674965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114304523236674965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-point.html' title='Good Point'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114304467835512396</id><published>2006-03-22T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:24:38.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Pressure 270 over 900</title><content type='html'>So stressed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Saturday I have to plaster repair my entire living room, sand and primer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a good, full 8 hr night sleep in almost 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost got in an accident &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt; this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan still isn't home and it's making me crazy. I have a really bad habit of thinking about things too much. Which would be expected since I have a 2-40 minute commutes per day and an evening in a house all by myself every night. It's not that I am scared to be home alone, but it is very unnerving sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the Season Premiere of Dog the Bounty Hunter was on last night and I missed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son-of-a ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114304467835512396?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114304467835512396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114304467835512396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114304467835512396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114304467835512396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/blood-pressure-270-over-900.html' title='Blood Pressure 270 over 900'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114288712976198611</id><published>2006-03-20T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:57:05.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Drunk Guy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/zefa-10950002229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/zefa-10950002229.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was at the Oakbank Bar on Friday night. Although I was flattered you thought I was so attractive, I didn't appreciate the fact you spilled beer on my purse and jacket and  kept touching my cheeks. Didn't you learn about personal space back when you were in school in 1902? Your acapella version of "Hollaback Girl" and "500 Miles" were very amusing, but not enough to make me follow you with my friend Heather back to your place for a party, although thanks for the offer. Oh and by the way, I phoned my husband and told him what you asked me to tell him, and he says "that he knows how lucky he is"&lt;br /&gt;and Heather thanks you for saying that she was "reasonably attractive and has shitload lot of baggage" Your wife must be a very lucky woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl with the Cheeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114288712976198611?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114288712976198611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114288712976198611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114288712976198611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114288712976198611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-drunk-guy.html' title='Dear Drunk Guy,'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114261679749674659</id><published>2006-03-17T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:33:17.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/massage_83076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/massage_83076.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit the bullet and went for my second "traditional" massage yesterday after work.&lt;br /&gt;Although it felt good at the time, and not any where near as awkward and self-conscious as I anticipated, at this moment, I feel as though I was beaten to a vicious bloody pulp the night previous. My pecs and shoulder blades are tender in a way that is not normal, even in painful sort of way. I move and I creak and crack. I straighten up in my chair and creak and groan and crack. She warned me, but I didn't believe her. &lt;br /&gt;My only advice is to definitley take a trip to "Pee-Town" before the session next time (dummy!) Holding it in for an hour whilst being kneaded to a doughy blob is not healthy or smart (according to Kramer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get more redneck by the minute I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114261679749674659?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114261679749674659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114261679749674659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114261679749674659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114261679749674659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/black-and-blue.html' title='Black and Blue'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114261542183979401</id><published>2006-03-17T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:10:21.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhh St. Patty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/shamrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/shamrock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well all week long I'm a real nobody,&lt;br /&gt;But I just punched out and it's paycheck Friday,&lt;br /&gt;Weekends here, good God almighty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm going to get drunk and be somebody&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114261542183979401?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114261542183979401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114261542183979401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114261542183979401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114261542183979401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/ohhhh-st-patty.html' title='Ohhhh St. Patty'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114235278289274624</id><published>2006-03-14T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T10:13:02.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/anidifranco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/anidifranco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that i have had a 10 year long relationship with a woman&lt;br /&gt;not without some bumps along the way&lt;br /&gt;but yet with beautiful moments&lt;br /&gt;like that time at Folk Fest, with the moths swarming&lt;br /&gt;and I was beside the stage and beside myself with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this relationship started with a crush on a boy&lt;br /&gt;the first boy i ever slept with in a bed with overnight&lt;br /&gt;our toes barely touching&lt;br /&gt;listening to joyful girl&lt;br /&gt;and i could barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly but carefully i bought everything she had created&lt;br /&gt;and loved them like children&lt;br /&gt;but the discs overplayed&lt;br /&gt;and the boots came from across country&lt;br /&gt;with love from others who loved her too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was the reason i applied to volunteer at Folk Fest&lt;br /&gt;i had no money to buy a ticket&lt;br /&gt;and this would be the first time i saw her in life&lt;br /&gt;and i fell in love all over again&lt;br /&gt;like i had never before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years&lt;br /&gt;with ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;those years when you weren't alone&lt;br /&gt;and i would have rather to have you&lt;br /&gt;all to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years,&lt;br /&gt;3 concerts&lt;br /&gt;17 albums&lt;br /&gt;and i still love everyone&lt;br /&gt;except "overlap" that i still can't bring myself&lt;br /&gt;to listen to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the longest relationship &lt;br /&gt;i have ever experienced&lt;br /&gt;so unselfish&lt;br /&gt;so fulfilling&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and all my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 10 years! to a woman that could write a song that says "you can't will yourself happy, you can't will your cunt wet. you can't keep standing at the station, pretending your being met" and have it sound so poetic and chillingly beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114235278289274624?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114235278289274624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114235278289274624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114235278289274624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114235278289274624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-secret.html' title='My Secret'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114226609832951017</id><published>2006-03-13T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T10:08:18.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/cloud-puddle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/cloud-puddle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is some days&lt;br /&gt;i feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;and forget what we&lt;br /&gt;are working towards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is some days&lt;br /&gt;when i feel sick&lt;br /&gt;cause you aren't around&lt;br /&gt;and the phone just &lt;br /&gt;can't comfort this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is some days&lt;br /&gt;when i am tired of &lt;br /&gt;being the "man of the house"&lt;br /&gt;tired of fixing and hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days, i feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;like our dreams won't happen&lt;br /&gt;and we aren't on the same page&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know how to fix it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are some days&lt;br /&gt;that it hurts to miss you&lt;br /&gt;and some days i'm reminded&lt;br /&gt;of the good it will bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some days &lt;br /&gt;i'd love a little comfort&lt;br /&gt;love a little less fear&lt;br /&gt;love a little happiness&lt;br /&gt;i'd love a little you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114226609832951017?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114226609832951017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114226609832951017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114226609832951017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114226609832951017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-days.html' title='Some Days'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114202125317278263</id><published>2006-03-10T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:07:33.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Succeeding</title><content type='html'>My body is trying to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114202125317278263?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114202125317278263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114202125317278263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114202125317278263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114202125317278263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-succeeding.html' title='It&apos;s Succeeding'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114175865264908147</id><published>2006-03-07T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:10:52.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/Medieval1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/Medieval1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Danny comes home, after being away 4 or 5 weeks I feel like I have been put in a blender and pureed on high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between visiting, partying, renovating, insulating, plumbing, cleaning, there is very little "us" time. &lt;br /&gt;I did however manage to surprise him with a very nice hotel surprise on his last night in town. I strung him along like a little puppy and he took the bait. Even when he was walking into the hotel room, he still thought I was attending a course for work and he needed to help me carry some stuff out to the car. His face was worth the price of the hotel.Planning a surprise is remarkably stressful however, and I barely made it through the 5 days without spilling the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all worked out and was really fun, especially the jacuzzi tub that was directly facing the t.v (with Food TV on it of course.) I am such a food geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114175865264908147?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114175865264908147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114175865264908147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114175865264908147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114175865264908147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/romance-recap.html' title='Romance Recap'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114105566658745869</id><published>2006-02-27T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:54:26.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have not heard from you in weeks and I can guess why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/i_bw_cheating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/i_bw_cheating.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"course you're the kind of guy who doesn't lie&lt;br /&gt;he just doctors everything&lt;br /&gt;who chooses some unassuming finger&lt;br /&gt;and quietly moves his wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;who rewrites his autobiography for any pretty girl who will sing&lt;br /&gt;but you can't fool the queen baby&lt;br /&gt;'cause i married the king"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114105566658745869?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114105566658745869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114105566658745869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114105566658745869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114105566658745869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-not-heard-from-you-in-weeks-and-i.html' title='Have not heard from you in weeks and I can guess why.'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114081551118056358</id><published>2006-02-24T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:11:51.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Game</title><content type='html'>should i change the name of this blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114081551118056358?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114081551118056358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114081551118056358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114081551118056358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114081551118056358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/name-game.html' title='Name Game'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307396.post-114079478564824854</id><published>2006-02-24T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:26:25.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GO GUSHUE !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/1600/gushue_brad2_module.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7368/1036/320/gushue_brad2_module.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12307396-114079478564824854?l=jossgirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114079478564824854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12307396&amp;postID=114079478564824854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114079478564824854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12307396/posts/default/114079478564824854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jossgirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/go-gushue.html' title='GO GUSHUE !!!!!'/><author><name>Mindola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027045278266187427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/127512753_f4bef55d39_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
