<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5857318767182802586</id><updated>2014-08-09T23:14:00.941-07:00</updated><category term="God"/><category term="government"/><category term="Happiness"/><category term="Life"/><category term="depression"/><category term="40"/><category term="50"/><category term="God is real"/><category term="Government auction"/><category term="Happy mothers day"/><category term="Mothers"/><category term="am i a christian"/><category term="anxiety"/><category term="asking for help"/><category term="being a christian"/><category term="change your life"/><category term="changing life"/><category term="child of God"/><category term="children"/><category term="choice"/><category term="choices"/><category term="choosing life"/><category term="chose happiness"/><category term="comfort zone"/><category term="death of a child"/><category term="diet"/><category term="drama"/><category term="eliminate stress"/><category term="empty nest"/><category term="entitlement"/><category term="exercise"/><category term="flipping houses"/><category term="hearing God"/><category term="how to be happy"/><category term="hysterectomy"/><category term="life choices"/><category term="live in the present"/><category term="loss of control"/><category term="midlife Transition"/><category term="mistakes"/><category term="mourning"/><category term="new generation"/><category term="news"/><category term="reinvent yourself"/><category term="social anxiety"/><category term="taking god out of school"/><category term="talking to God"/><category term="therapy"/><category term="therapy tools"/><category term="unconditional love"/><title type='text'>I Am Wearing My Big Girl Panties</title><subtitle type='html'>Life starts outside the comfort zone.  Advice about life, adventures, being parents, marriage .  Motivational Life blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-3503497706141953936</id><published>2014-08-09T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-08-09T11:22:11.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried to bribe my daughter with a puppy</title><content type='html'>Yes I tried to bribe my daughter with a puppy. &amp;nbsp;Let me add that she is 23 and lives 30 hours away in a places she loves and a job she loves. &amp;nbsp;I was bribing her to come back home to a town that has NO jobs or future possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am horrible selfish mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss her so much and it is 30 HOURS AWAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it she gets married a has kids there? &amp;nbsp;My grandbabies will be 30 HOUR AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t want to be so selfish, but I can&#39;t help but think about an we are missing out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never gets easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she said no to the puppy but she would really think about it if it was a new car.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/3503497706141953936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/08/i-tried-to-bribe-my-daughter-with-puppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/3503497706141953936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/3503497706141953936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/08/i-tried-to-bribe-my-daughter-with-puppy.html' title='I tried to bribe my daughter with a puppy'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-3674691159284598427</id><published>2014-07-29T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-08-09T11:26:44.563-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choosing life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness"/><title type='text'>Walk Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The most important thing you can learn to do is walk away. Unfortunately, it also seems to be one of the hardest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Walk away from your past.&amp;nbsp; You don&#39;t live their anymore. You can&#39;t change it, so forget it. You don&#39;t want to get stuck in the past and miss out on the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from people who don&#39;t belong in your life. Surround yourself with positive people. Don&#39;t allow drama or negativity in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Walk away from sadness. Life is short. Enjoy everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Happiness is a choice you make every day. Sometimes it mean you have to walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;check out my other blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lettinggoddrive.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Letting God Drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uZzLhAPvQBs/U9fbqq3YoQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YrRzGC3VDMs/s1600/32038.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt; &lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uZzLhAPvQBs/U9fbqq3YoQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YrRzGC3VDMs/s640/32038.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/3674691159284598427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/07/walk-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/3674691159284598427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/3674691159284598427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/07/walk-away.html' title='Walk Away'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uZzLhAPvQBs/U9fbqq3YoQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YrRzGC3VDMs/s72-c/32038.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-2025801741187010225</id><published>2014-07-29T03:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-29T03:43:30.866-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="government"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news"/><title type='text'>I don&#39;t watch the news</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t watch the new anymore. when I tell people this I get the strangest looks. How will I know what is going on in the world?&amp;#160; The truth is, I don&#39;t want to know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Our county is going to hell in hand basket and there is nothing I can do to change it.&amp;#160; There is only on person that can save our county, and our government has banned Him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;We are at the mercy of that&amp;#160; government&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don&#39;t read the paper either&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/2025801741187010225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/07/i-don-watch-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/2025801741187010225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/2025801741187010225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/07/i-don-watch-news.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t watch the news'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-5423699238512302489</id><published>2014-07-26T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-26T20:10:34.527-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loss of control"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="therapy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="therapy tools"/><title type='text'>Loss of control and anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;One of the steps I am taking for myself is talking to a therapist.&amp;#160; I think a lot of my anxiety is bought on when I feel a loss of control. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;When I am at home, I have control. When I go out of my home, I no longer can control what will happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Well this is just a thought that I would like to run by the therapist. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I used to have little faith in therapy. However, the place I am in now has changed my feelings. My med are not the issue.&amp;#160; I need to do the rest of the work myself. I am hoping the therapist can give me some tools to work with. I can do this. I &lt;u&gt;feel happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/5423699238512302489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/07/loss-of-control-and-anxiety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/5423699238512302489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/5423699238512302489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/07/loss-of-control-and-anxiety.html' title='Loss of control and anxiety'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-5025419997855207108</id><published>2014-07-25T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-26T19:42:32.576-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>My funk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I am sorry that I haven&#39;t written but I am In a funk. My depression and anxiety are rearing their ugly head. I am not sure why they popped in but I have been trying to get them to leave. If I write about them, maybe they will leave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;One thought on why they stopped by:&amp;#160; I am 44, I had&amp;#160; hysterectomy nine months ago and gained 50 lbs.&amp;#160; My kids are all gone and I don&#39;t know what I want to do with my life. So I lay in bed, watching TV, and waiting to die.&amp;#160; See, aren&#39;t you glad I haven&#39;t been writing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Seriously, this a depressing time in life.&amp;#160; I also know If I could get &lt;u&gt;out&lt;/u&gt; of my funk, this could be a really exciting time. Ugh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;What to do. What. to. do,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Im going to take a nap and think on it some more. &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/5025419997855207108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/07/my-funk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/5025419997855207108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/5025419997855207108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/07/my-funk.html' title='My funk'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-4223308496855141651</id><published>2014-05-11T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-11T22:54:00.067-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy mothers day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mothers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unconditional love"/><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>Happy Mothers Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day we celebrate hardest job on earth, being a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mothers, our goal is to give our children a perfect life.&amp;nbsp; The problem is that there is no such thing as a perfect life. &amp;nbsp; Does this mean that we all fail as mothers?&amp;nbsp; I used to beat myself up over things that I wished I had done different, and mistakes I made.&amp;nbsp; I finally realized that I wasn&#39;t perfect.&amp;nbsp; I did the best I could with what I had and when I knew better, I did&amp;nbsp; better.&amp;nbsp; I forgave myself for not being a perfect mother because there is no such person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my job as a mother.&amp;nbsp; My children know that they are and will always be loved unconditionally.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/4223308496855141651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/05/mothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/4223308496855141651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/4223308496855141651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/05/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-2607684182554414180</id><published>2014-04-22T03:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-22T03:03:30.522-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social anxiety"/><title type='text'>Social Anxiety</title><content type='html'>I am not a snob.&amp;nbsp; I am not rude.&amp;nbsp; I have social anxiety.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with social anxiety are often dismissed by others as being &quot;stuck up&quot;.&amp;nbsp; They often loose friends because they bail on social outings at the last minute.&amp;nbsp; It is not because we don&#39;t want to go.&amp;nbsp; We try very hard to get the courage up to go, usually up to the last minute.&amp;nbsp; When my kids were younger, I remember other mothers would say I was a bad parent because I didn&#39;t make it to every activity. It was an extremely stressful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As I got older, it was just easier to limit friendships.&amp;nbsp; I also stopped accepting most invitations, because then I didn&#39;t stress out over trying not to disappoint anyone.&amp;nbsp; My social circle got smaller, and so did my world.&amp;nbsp; I had a friend tell me one time that if I stopped socializing I would disappear.&amp;nbsp; She was right, I did.&amp;nbsp; What I should have done was tell my friends why I was the way I was.&amp;nbsp; I had social anxiety.&amp;nbsp; I guess i thought it was better to be thought of as a rude, snobby person, then to admit I had a problem that I had no control over.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing that crazy way of thinking because I want to rejoin life.&amp;nbsp; The more I give in to my anxiety, the harder it becomes to get over it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life begins outside our comfort zone.&amp;nbsp; For someone with social anxiety, that sucks.&amp;nbsp; It is also the only way to overcome it.&amp;nbsp; Take it one breath at a time.&amp;nbsp; Start small but keep going.&amp;nbsp; The first step is to tell your friends.&amp;nbsp; This is what I am going to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don&#39;t have social anxiety, but you know someone who fits this description, ask them.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t push them away, help them join life.&amp;nbsp; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/2607684182554414180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/social-anxiety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/2607684182554414180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/2607684182554414180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/social-anxiety.html' title='Social Anxiety'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-6359674642386506553</id><published>2014-04-14T22:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T22:11:31.178-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flipping houses"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Government auction"/><title type='text'>My New Money Venture</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to flip houses.&amp;nbsp; Now I think I have found something that is going to get me flipping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hop.clickbank.net/?jmyers0515/govauction&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;top&quot; alt=&quot;Discount Jewelry at GovernmentAuctions.org&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;bildlank&quot; src=&quot;http://www.governmentauctions.org/parbanners/468x60/468x60-112copy.gif&quot; height=&quot;60&quot; vspace=&quot;3&quot; width=&quot;468&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not just houses.  I am going to be a flipping fool!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;First I am going to have to tell my husband of my new venture.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/6359674642386506553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/my-new-money-venture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/6359674642386506553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/6359674642386506553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/my-new-money-venture.html' title='My New Money Venture'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-152237094774608586</id><published>2014-04-14T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-22T10:55:11.729-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="am i a christian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being a christian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="child of God"/><title type='text'>Am I a Christian?</title><content type='html'>Am I a Christian?&amp;nbsp; I guess, I have never technically looked up the word.&amp;nbsp; So I looked it up on Wikipedia.&amp;nbsp; Not a lot of help, but basically it is people who believe in Christ.&amp;nbsp; There was more to it but it was over my head.&amp;nbsp; So technically I would be a Christian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, I don&#39;t feel its the right word for me.&amp;nbsp; Its a good word and God probably likes it, but I don&#39;t feel it describes me and what I believe my relationship with God is.&amp;nbsp; I think I have a problem with it being a categorizing word.&amp;nbsp; It is a group of people who love and believe in the awesome Christ.&amp;nbsp; That includes me, but I have my own unique relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt awkward with saying I am a Christian.&amp;nbsp; It is not because I am ashamed or embarrassed.&amp;nbsp; I love God and I will shout that to the world.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To me saying I am a Christian puts more of an emphasis on me and what I am claiming to be.&amp;nbsp; It does not matter what I claim to be, I am only what God says I am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Christian Woman&#39;s workshop and it was very good, but I could feel myself cringe every time they would refer to a speaker as a beautiful Christian woman.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m Not saying that they were not Christian women who loved God.&amp;nbsp; I just feel like the saying &quot;I am a Christian&quot; is sometimes used to impress instead of humbly proclaiming to serve God.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is what my problem with the claim.&amp;nbsp; Claiming that your a Christian should not make you proud, it should make you humble.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a humble child of a Heavenly Father that loves me with unconditional love,&amp;nbsp; a Father that has shown me love even when I am unworthy, a Father that I love with my entire soul and will forever be his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know if I will ever feel right about saying I am a Christian.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am His child and He is my Father.&amp;nbsp; What I am, is whatever He needs me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a update on this post Visit my Blog: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lettinggoddrive.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Letting God Drive &lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/152237094774608586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/am-i-christian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/152237094774608586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/152237094774608586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/am-i-christian.html' title='Am I a Christian?'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-787066249383381625</id><published>2014-04-14T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T03:52:51.249-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="asking for help"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God is real"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearing God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="talking to God"/><title type='text'>Now I listen when he whispers</title><content type='html'>When I was younger I went to church and I thought I believed in God.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I just knew I was supposed to, I am not sure.&amp;nbsp; As I grew up, I kind of forgot about him.&amp;nbsp; When I went to college and had to take a philosophy class, I decided that I no longer really believed in him.&amp;nbsp; This was how the next 20 years went. I did not raise my children in church when they were young.&amp;nbsp; I decided to let them develop their own belief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard for me to write, because it is the biggest regret in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details of the events that changed my world are still not ready to come out.&amp;nbsp; I will have to tell that story later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will say for now is that I have told my children, that I can promise there is a God and He is more amazing the words can say.&amp;nbsp; I can make this promise because I know him and I hear him.&amp;nbsp; I know that I cannot run my own life, I am not very good at it.&amp;nbsp; I let God drive instead.&amp;nbsp; It works out so much better. &amp;nbsp; I listen to his advice and do my best to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are going down a path that is harmful and in the opposite direction of the path God wants for us, he does warn us.&amp;nbsp; First he whispers, then he talks, and finally he shouts.&amp;nbsp; I stupidly did not listen until the shout. &amp;nbsp; That was a big mistake.&amp;nbsp; I made a real mess of my life.&amp;nbsp; My advice, listen for the whisper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met God during a really hard time in my life.&amp;nbsp; I caused the pain I was going through and I sure would not have believed that God would have anything to do with me after I denied him for so long.&amp;nbsp; He was there waiting.&amp;nbsp; Waiting for me to listen.&amp;nbsp; I went through hell, my family went through hell, before I heard God and let him help me.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t think I would change it though.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t think I would have the relationship that I have with God now if I hadn&#39;t went through all that I did.&amp;nbsp; I guess I&#39;m just stubborn that way.&amp;nbsp; I regret putting my family through hell, but I know that He was there for them as well.&amp;nbsp; I know that I had to go through it.&amp;nbsp; He had to show me a little Hell to show me Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t get me wrong, I&#39;m still not where He wants me to be.&amp;nbsp; I still screw up.&amp;nbsp; Now I know that he is there waiting for me and He will help me find my way and fix my screw ups.&amp;nbsp; I will never be perfect but He does not expect me to be. &amp;nbsp; I am his child, he loves me unconditionally.&amp;nbsp; I do know that I never again want him to shout, even though the shout was necessary and out of love for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son ask, how do you hear God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever struggled with a problem that you could not figure out and then all of a sudden the answer just pops in your head?&amp;nbsp; Its like that.&amp;nbsp; When I struggle with a problem, I ask God.&amp;nbsp; Then I wait quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, It doesn&#39;t matter what you have done, where you are in life, or even if you don&#39;t believe in him, he is with you, waiting.&amp;nbsp; You can ask for help and he will help.&amp;nbsp; You may not believe in him but he believes in you.&amp;nbsp; When I asked for help, I did so because I didn&#39;t know where else to turn.&amp;nbsp; I still did not believe but I thought what the hell, I was desperate.&amp;nbsp; He was just waiting and I finally met God.&amp;nbsp; My life was changed.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t ever feel hopeless again.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t have to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favor, even if you thinks its crazy, ask God to show you what he can do in your life.&amp;nbsp; Think of it as a challenge.&amp;nbsp; What can it hurt?&amp;nbsp; I promise you will be amazed and your life will be changed forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004A90BXS/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B004A90BXS&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=hubp0d44b5-20%22%3EHeaven%20is%20for%20Real:%20A%20Little%20Boy%27s%20Astounding%20Story%20of%20His%20Trip%20to%20Heaven%20and%20Back%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=hubp0d44b5-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B004A90BXS%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004A90BXS/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B004A90BXS&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=hubp0d44b5-20%22%3EHeaven%20is%20for%20Real:%20A%20Little%20Boy%27s%20Astounding%20Story%20of%20His%20Trip%20to%20Heaven%20and%20Back%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=hubp0d44b5-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B004A90BXS%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E&quot;&gt;I recommend this book&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/787066249383381625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/now-i-listen-when-he-whispers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/787066249383381625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/787066249383381625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/now-i-listen-when-he-whispers.html' title='Now I listen when he whispers'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-4755288243168152546</id><published>2014-04-13T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-15T22:57:53.411-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="40"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="50"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hysterectomy"/><title type='text'>  Something went horribly wrong. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The plan was that my 40&#39;s would be my time to shine!&amp;nbsp; Kids would be grown and venturing out on there own.&amp;nbsp; I was also going to be thin and healthy.&amp;nbsp; I would have the bikini body to show off on the many beach vacations my husband and I&amp;nbsp; would be taking.&amp;nbsp; I had it planned.&amp;nbsp; It was gonna be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I am now 44.&amp;nbsp; I won&#39;t be going to any beach.&amp;nbsp; The thin, healthy things is a little harder then I thought it would be to obtain. Apparently I like food, especially chocolate and pasta.&amp;nbsp; I also don&#39;t really like to diet very well and exercise is better in theory. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I discovered also that just because your children are old enough to move out, does not necessarily mean they will.&amp;nbsp; I cried when my kids left.&amp;nbsp; I did not know i would also cry because they didn&#39;t.&amp;nbsp; I love my children.&amp;nbsp; I can also love them from across town while they are in their own house, paid for with their own money that they obtained from a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;To add more excitement, I had a hysterectomy this year.&amp;nbsp; I won&#39;t go in to details but sexy and fabulous is not a feeling you come away with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;So, I am starting a new plan. &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://4995d7uufmysl-ksfe0rl7my31.hop.clickbank.net/?tid=BIG%20GIRL%22%20target=%22_top%22%3EClick%20Here!%3C/a%3E&quot;&gt;The Venus Factor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;50 will be my time to shine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp; will get back into a bikini this summer!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_SakwZTyFw/U04btCyjXSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FNl2nExabDY/s1600/300x250-VenusFactor-819.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_SakwZTyFw/U04btCyjXSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FNl2nExabDY/s1600/300x250-VenusFactor-819.gif&quot; height=&quot;166&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jmyers0515.lwfast.hop.clickbank.net/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.loseweightfastacademy.com/wp-content/uploads/8-Week-Lose-weight-Fast-Academy-Banner3.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/4755288243168152546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/something-went-horribly-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/4755288243168152546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/4755288243168152546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/something-went-horribly-wrong.html' title='  Something went horribly wrong. '/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_SakwZTyFw/U04btCyjXSI/AAAAAAAAABc/FNl2nExabDY/s72-c/300x250-VenusFactor-819.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-6085696530236228479</id><published>2014-04-13T21:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-13T22:01:06.372-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="changing life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choices"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life choices"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mistakes"/><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, and The Really Bad</title><content type='html'>Life is messy.&amp;nbsp; Messy can be interesting.&amp;nbsp; It can also be hard, embarrassing, glorious, fun, scarey and everything in&amp;nbsp; between.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We were each given a life period.&amp;nbsp; This life came without promises of wealth, fun, excitement, joy, etc.&amp;nbsp; We create our path.&amp;nbsp; We are solely responsible for this life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easier to find someone else to blame when our life goes off track.&amp;nbsp; Divorce, money problems, addiction, and any other mess that affects your life, was created by choices you made.&amp;nbsp; Not your parents, boss, spouse, or society.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your situation comes from choices, right or wrong, good or bad, that were made by you.&amp;nbsp; So why do so many people feel entitled to put the blame on everyone except where it really belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made many mistakes in my life.&amp;nbsp; I own them.&amp;nbsp; I may not want to and it really can suck to have to admit that you are not perfect, but I do. &amp;nbsp; I cant blame my childhood, my spouse, or my boss.&amp;nbsp; My choices caused whatever mess i was dealing with at the time. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is made up of choices and your not always going to make the right one.&amp;nbsp; Being an adult means realizing that you chose wrong, owning it, and choosing&amp;nbsp; another path, hopefully a better one..&amp;nbsp; See it, Own it, Change it.&amp;nbsp; If you sit in your mess with your hand held out for someone else to fix it, you will wait your life away.&amp;nbsp; Letting others fix your life, might get you by for a while.&amp;nbsp; It won&#39;t change your life.&amp;nbsp; Its only a patch.&amp;nbsp; You can&#39;t move forward until you fix the tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the past, its gone.&amp;nbsp; Decide you are going to be happy everyday.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy the ride.&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/6085696530236228479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-good-bad-and-really-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/6085696530236228479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/6085696530236228479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-good-bad-and-really-bad.html' title='The Good, The Bad, and The Really Bad'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-1522693278265930442</id><published>2014-03-24T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-24T16:34:12.900-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chose happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eliminate stress"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="live in the present"/><title type='text'>Choosing Happiness </title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Being happy is a choice. It is not dependent on your life situations. People, events, and life issues that you have to deal with, are a part of life. You don&#39;t have control over them.&amp;#160; How you let them effect your life is your choice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;By choosing to be happy, you must change the way you deal with life&#39;s problems. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The most important lessons to remember is this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Happiness is found in the present. This is where you need to be living your life. The past is over and it can&#39;t be changed so stop any regrets you have. The future hasn&#39;t been decided yet so you cant worry about what may never be. Living in the present is the most important key to being happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Now make a list of all the things that make you unhappy. If they are things in your past or worries about the future, mark them off. They are no longer a part of your new life. You may be surprised at how short Your list has become now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;What is left are issues that are affecting your life in the present. The goal is eliminating any stress that the present issues are causing. By making a plan to deal with these issues, the stress will go away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Here are a few tips to a happy life:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;-Live in the present.&lt;br&gt;-Don&#39;t stress over things you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; cant control. &lt;br&gt;-Pick you battles.&lt;br&gt;-Simplify your life.&lt;br&gt;-Do only what makes you happy&lt;br&gt;-Get rid of people and things that are not enriching your life.&lt;br&gt;-Mistakes are a learning experience. &lt;br&gt;-What other people think about you is more of your business. &lt;br&gt;-Live a fit and healthy life s+yle.&lt;br&gt;-&lt;u&gt;Become a person with a life that you love,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/1522693278265930442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/03/choosing-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/1522693278265930442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/1522693278265930442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/03/choosing-happiness.html' title='Choosing Happiness '/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-1394777071032544342</id><published>2014-03-24T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-24T08:14:30.300-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change your life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="how to be happy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reinvent yourself"/><title type='text'>A Healthy and happy life, starts from within</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Happiness starts on the inside. Find out who you are now, and what you want your life to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;For two years I was deeply depressed. I hated life. I had no joy. I wanted something to make me happy again. My kids were starting their own life and I felt like mine was ending. I didn&#39;t know who I was anymore. I didn&#39;t feel like I had a purpose. my life was stressful and sad. All I wanted to do was hide away from everyone and everything. I knew I could not live like this much longer. I was slowly dying from the inside out. Something had to change. I was waiting for something to change it. However, the change was not happening and my depression was still running my life. The waiting was my first mistake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I took a while but through my misery, I finally figured out that happiness is a choice that I alone had to make. This is when things started changing. Step by step my life was getting better. And even though I had a lot of work to do, I was happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Every morning, no matter what is happening in my life, I choose to be happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;If your life isn&#39;t making you happy, the steps to change it are very simple. Choose to be happy and take the steps to become happy. &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/1394777071032544342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/03/a-healthy-and-happy-life-starts-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/1394777071032544342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/1394777071032544342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/03/a-healthy-and-happy-life-starts-from.html' title='A Healthy and happy life, starts from within'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-8463201063218779263</id><published>2014-02-11T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-11T13:46:27.627-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comfort zone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empty nest"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="midlife Transition"/><title type='text'>Midlife Transition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;In November I turned 44.&amp;#160; Kids are leaving the nest.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;What now?&amp;#160;&amp;#160; No idea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The crazy thing is, I can do anything I want for the first time in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;This is my time .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Now all I have to do is convince myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I have been in my comfort Zone for to long. I have to get out to find my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Life starts outside of You comfort &lt;u&gt;zone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The first step is to define your comfort zone.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Where or what keeps you feeling safe?&amp;#160; Safety is good but too much can keep you from moving forward.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Try new experiences that you would not normally feel comfortable doing.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;My comfort zone right now is very small, so it will take smaller steps to get out.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Once you define your comfort zone, make a list of things you can do that will take you out.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Then start conquering the list. &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/8463201063218779263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/02/midlife-transition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/8463201063218779263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/8463201063218779263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/02/midlife-transition.html' title='Midlife Transition'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-2680542274475425028</id><published>2014-02-07T13:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-07T13:37:37.692-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entitlement"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="government"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new generation"/><title type='text'>Just blame it on the dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Social media tells us how the younger generation expects something for nothing.&amp;nbsp; They feel an entitlement.&amp;nbsp; I, the mother of children from this new generation, agree.&amp;nbsp; What I don&#39;t hear is why these children feel this way.&amp;nbsp; Who raised these children?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Entitlement seems to be the norm, not only with the children, but with the parents who raised them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Our parents and grandparents would have done anything or any job before taking welfare.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today, people are proud to pop out that welfare card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Being a &quot;hard worker&quot; used to be something to be proud of.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, that is no longer the case.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The Internet is full of promises of big money with no work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;What happened?&amp;nbsp; How can we be proud of our country when we should not be proud of ourselves? &lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder our government is a hot mess, we became lazy and stopped caring until it was to late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&quot;We The People&quot; became &quot;I&quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;So who do we blame?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opO4LTNKbM0/UvVR-R488tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0bZq6q6QY4g/s1600/060102013604.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opO4LTNKbM0/UvVR-R488tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0bZq6q6QY4g/s1600/060102013604.JPG&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/2680542274475425028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/02/just-blame-it-on-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/2680542274475425028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/2680542274475425028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/02/just-blame-it-on-dog.html' title='Just blame it on the dog'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opO4LTNKbM0/UvVR-R488tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0bZq6q6QY4g/s72-c/060102013604.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857318767182802586.post-6528129328335921230</id><published>2014-02-07T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-07T13:33:10.540-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death of a child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mourning"/><title type='text'>Put On Your Big Girl Panties and Deal With It</title><content type='html'>When my kids were little, most of there quarrels would end with &quot;But its not fair&quot;.&amp;nbsp; My response was always the same;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Life is not fair, so get used to it&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well apparently &quot;Its not fair&quot; is no longer just for kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I misinformed my children.&amp;nbsp; My response should have been; &quot;Life is not fair, so when it doesn&#39;t go your way, bitch and moan until it does.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Kids have to be confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everything supposed to be fair?&amp;nbsp; Was that a promise made by God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had two friends that were dealing with two different types of loss.&amp;nbsp; Two mothers, one lost a child in death, the other, to prison.&amp;nbsp; Both mothers were grieving there children.&amp;nbsp; The difference was this:&amp;nbsp; The mother, whose child was sent to prison, looked at how the justice system took her child away.&amp;nbsp; It was hard to even be around her because of the anger and pity.&amp;nbsp; She could not get pass the feeling of how unfair life was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard, from my other friend who&#39;s child died, that life was unfair.&amp;nbsp; She grieved and she remembered her child.&amp;nbsp; When asked how she was making it through, she said;&amp;nbsp; &quot;God doesn&#39;t promise a life without pain but he promises to hold us up when the pain is to hard to handle on our own.&amp;nbsp; I can do this because God is holding me up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a ride.&amp;nbsp; Where it takes you and how bumpy it gets, does not matter because you have no control.&amp;nbsp; The only thing that you can control is how you ride it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would now change my response to my children;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Its life, and there will be some bumps.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t worry because God will ride with you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBq0Qqa2mRM/UvVQ_VKiZbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pj5H2Yj-HWQ/s1600/38199.jpg&quot; 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Most people would say he is sad and disappointed.&amp;nbsp; I think he is so far past that.&amp;nbsp; I truly think all he can do is just shake his head is amazement at how we have made such a stupid mess of things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I find myself wondering about the thought process of people who reside in the two houses on the hill.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were asking for our votes, the majority proclaimed to believe in God and his Word.&amp;nbsp; Once they were elected, they place their hand on the bible and took their oath.&amp;nbsp; This tells me that they know what is written in that book, especially the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I might just send the following letter to Washington:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the occupants residing in the two houses on the hill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I understand you are no longer worried about the rights and feelings of the American people. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;There is not much we can do about the decisions you make.&amp;nbsp; You have made yourselves pretty much untouchable.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know that you no longer feel the need to justify your choices to the people, and this is none of my business.&amp;nbsp; However,&amp;nbsp; curiosity sometimes gets the best of me, so I am just wondering how you are planning to justify your choices to God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you justify talking him out school?&amp;nbsp; Removing his name from our currency?&amp;nbsp; Talking him out of our public buildings? &amp;nbsp; You claimed to believe in God and Heaven, so do you think he will allow you in after you have shut him out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be wrong, but i really would like to know how that conversation is going to go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t worry about replying,&amp;nbsp; I was just curious.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn&#39;t you just love to hear their answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I&#39;m sure God is SMH at this post, but he knows me so I don&#39;t think he is too surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/feeds/6471417908653814516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/02/gods-facebook-status-smh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/6471417908653814516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857318767182802586/posts/default/6471417908653814516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwearingmybiggirlpanties.blogspot.com/2014/02/gods-facebook-status-smh.html' title='Gods Facebook Status:  SMH...'/><author><name>Jen Myers</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105238087746080253238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>