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every-changing chronicle of life and what I learn along the way</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Julie Blodgett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101542870126644363823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-59oU1Sjn09w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/f8n2I4XgSdw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Self" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Journal" /><title>I Know I Should Have Faith, But  Sometimes My Life Just Sucks Part II</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/feeds/4730708421901676366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-know-i-should-have-faith-but_26.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/4730708421901676366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/4730708421901676366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~3/O7iTo6cxcqw/i-know-i-should-have-faith-but_26.html" title="I Know I Should Have Faith, But  Sometimes My Life Just Sucks Part II" /><author><name>Julie Blodgett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101542870126644363823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-59oU1Sjn09w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/f8n2I4XgSdw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">

Did you ever hear about the concept of
“writing to discover yourself?” I learned about that in a writing
class in high school. That happened to me as I wrote “I know IShould Have Faith But...” Part I.




What I Discovered



By the time I was done with part one of this journal post I discovered I was still depressed about the fact that my grandma was
gone even five months later. I'm handling 
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I've tried as much as possible to be content with my life for a long time. After all, when I was going to church more regularly that was what I was supposed to do. 
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Did you ever notice that it seems like
everyone wants the life they cannot have? I have had people envy me
when I was single and not in a serious relationship and they wished
they were.



I also see people who take their kids
and spouses for granted, especially the kids. I see this, and wish I
would have had children of my own. On the other hand, for a long time
I didn't mind being single and 
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does not mean you need to feel sorry for yourself. You can find
plenty of ways to be of a help or service to others.

If you are not
sure how you can be of service to others take a quick mental
inventory of the types of thinks you like to do. In fact, you can
even write a list of those things down. 





Perhaps you like
children. If so, most communities have countless opportunities

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I don’t want to “spiritualize” being single and I don’t want to make a religion out of it either. But hey! I think there should be a celebration day set aside for single people. I want to declare a day for “Happy Single’s Day”. 

Maybe this day should be on February 15th, the day after Valentine’s Day. That would be perfect for people getting divorces around this time of the year wouldn’t it? 
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I don’t know if there is such a thing as “Single’s Day” but if not I want to spread the word to make it happen. It is not a religion or a spirituality thing per se although after about five blogs I could see how it would turn into that.

Maybe subconsciously I really don’t want to get married and instead I want to promote a societal shift towards single-ness. Not everyone will go for it so the 
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This poem may seem like a total contradiction to my claim to not make a “religion” out of being single. However, nothing can be further from the truth. I just want to embrace my state of singleness while I am still this way.

Besides, I cannot help but relish in the freedom that I have just a little bit. Why not? I am entitled, right?

So anyway, here is a poem I just wrote on my view of being 
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I remember reading a book once when I was younger. In this book it said not to "spiritualize" your singleness. I thought about that for a long time, and to say honestly I agree.

Believe me...with all the marriages that have failed and that are failing...I definitely agree with that aspect. In fact, a single person who has more going for them will appear more attractive. However, there is one 
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I
have mentioned in another blog entry that that being single
won’t get you to heaven.
Rather, there is a practical way to enjoy being single, and a
productive way to be single-minded. 




One of the most
obvious examples of practical single-mindedness is the hard-working
executive woman. Often she yearns for a home and a family yet she
also enjoys sitting in a conference room along with other
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There is something to be said to be content as a single person, but there is no need to make a religion out of it. Being single is not a ticket to heaven, but rather just a way of life here on earth that many people choose to live.

There doesn’t have to be some great mystical reason of the universe or some Divine reason why some people are single. 

It could be that God has not brought them the
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I'm not sure if I
should admit this, but I had been so distraught the past few
years-tired of their being a reason someone doesn't want to be with
me, or why we can't be together. At times I just didn't even want to
know the truth about John, so sometimes I wouldn't read his replies
to my e-mail.



Is that sick or
what? I don't know. I don't know 
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This guy I gave the pseudonym “John” to was my first “real” boyfriend (the first one I made out with, the one I fell in love with, etc.). He broke up with me by way of a hand-delivered 'Dear Jane' letter:



“Maybe we should split up for awhile and see other people. Maybe your dad’s right, you can find someone better....” 
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I felt a release for the first time in
at least a couple of months. Sometimes the anxiety, stress, and
sadness buries feelings of joy deeply beneath the surface. I think I
have at least temporarily found happiness again. 





The answer for me was to keep writing in my journal. I wrote about deaths in the family as well as of fond
memories of a loved one lost two decades ago. Sometimes short

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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Xs9TBVKieiHs4wHkf5vW5XXyxd4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Xs9TBVKieiHs4wHkf5vW5XXyxd4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~4/GwR2SlcgJ_g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/10/release-i-felt-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDRnw4eSp7ImA9WhdaE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692223316829715323.post-2300116896125666285</id><published>2011-10-22T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:41:17.231-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-22T12:41:17.231-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grandma" /><title>The Weekend My Grandma “Went Home”</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/feeds/2300116896125666285/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-my-grandma-went-home.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/2300116896125666285?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/2300116896125666285?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~3/iR3CELPuM8A/weekend-my-grandma-went-home.html" title="The Weekend My Grandma “Went Home”" /><author><name>Julie Blodgett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101542870126644363823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-59oU1Sjn09w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/f8n2I4XgSdw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">The same weekend that my grandma went
to be with the Lord I was moving my belongings out of my apartment. I
remember resting in between trying to move my belongings and clean
out my place that  for a few minutes or an hour here and there.



During one of my moving breaks, I was filled with the usual anxiety I would always feel about wanting to make time to see her again. I
really wanted to that 
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When I speak of the elderly, I am
referring to the people such as my grandma, grandpa, mom, dad,
uncles, aunts, 
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I figure it is okay if a man is not that into you if you are okay with that. I mean, if you don't really hope for true love to come along any more what could be so bad about shacking up with a nice man who is willing to take care of you and to have your child.

If a woman is okay with never being married they can use the fact that a guy doesn't love them to their advantage. Many women just think
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I am by no means living the perfect Christian life right now. You can probably tell that by this very blog I have created.

However, I do know that the Bible does say in Proverbs that jealousy (envy actually) rots your bones. Wow! That is serious business. 

For example, if hate some of my so-called female friends because they are married,
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I was young and naive then. Therefore, I was optimistic she gave me the right advice. However, I years later I feel that I may have I put too much emphasis on the friendship part and not enough on the romance part
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To me, the ideal relationship is one of which myself and the other person actually communicate with one another. On other thing I want is to be in a situation in which we don't live two separate lives, and where we actually know each other.

I want to be in the kind of relationship where the two people actually know they love each other. I also want to
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/46BkR-7SkPT8YhXkFghHUCZwcwo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/46BkR-7SkPT8YhXkFghHUCZwcwo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~4/7Uk8PdnNRkE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/10/either-true-love-or-travel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEBQHYyfSp7ImA9WhdWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692223316829715323.post-1388230056697307487</id><published>2011-09-11T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T17:17:31.895-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-11T17:17:31.895-07:00</app:edited><title>About 9/11: Am American Disaster</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/feeds/1388230056697307487/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/09/about-911-am-american-disaster.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/1388230056697307487?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/1388230056697307487?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~3/AP_DqX4_V-U/about-911-am-american-disaster.html" title="About 9/11: Am American Disaster" /><author><name>Julie Blodgett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101542870126644363823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-59oU1Sjn09w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/f8n2I4XgSdw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">This is yet another post that could be off topic as far as the subject of some of my blogs are concerned. However, this is important nonetheless. This is about America, the country I live in and how the September 11th Disaster that occurred on September 11th, 2001 affected our whole country, and our whole world. Therefore, I decided to alert you that I have posted this entry on more than one of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rJ-S2i9TDw2sJc7t3doNUtUYG5U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rJ-S2i9TDw2sJc7t3doNUtUYG5U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~4/AP_DqX4_V-U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/09/about-911-am-american-disaster.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFQXcyfSp7ImA9WhdXFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692223316829715323.post-4214133987589896730</id><published>2011-08-29T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T19:06:50.995-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-29T19:06:50.995-07:00</app:edited><title>Incoming Blog Entry: Work and Your Health</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/feeds/4214133987589896730/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/08/incoming-blog-entry-work-and-your.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/4214133987589896730?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/4214133987589896730?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~3/SxkJkrSxdJ4/incoming-blog-entry-work-and-your.html" title="Incoming Blog Entry: Work and Your Health" /><author><name>Julie Blodgett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101542870126644363823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-59oU1Sjn09w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/f8n2I4XgSdw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I just posted an article on Caught My Eye regarding the top ten most dangerous jobs. This determination of danger is based on the number of deaths per 100,000 people. When you consider your line of work you have many pros and cons to consider.This is true whether you are a freelance writer, home business owner, or factory worker. It is true whether you desire to be in a more physical job, such as
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/10C_ckDjPDigWHrvnnfZlOZ8BhM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/10C_ckDjPDigWHrvnnfZlOZ8BhM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~4/SxkJkrSxdJ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/08/incoming-blog-entry-work-and-your.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMASH4zcSp7ImA9WhdXFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692223316829715323.post-3476280369897536881</id><published>2011-08-29T18:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:24:09.089-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-29T18:24:09.089-07:00</app:edited><title>I Had a Whirl of a Time! (Incoming Entry on Personal Blog)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/feeds/3476280369897536881/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-had-whirl-of-time-incoming-entry-on_29.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/3476280369897536881?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/3476280369897536881?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~3/kOxOvvkUHjY/i-had-whirl-of-time-incoming-entry-on_29.html" title="I Had a Whirl of a Time! (Incoming Entry on Personal Blog)" /><author><name>Julie Blodgett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101542870126644363823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-59oU1Sjn09w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/f8n2I4XgSdw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Hello world! This is the J.A.B.'s Freelance World Blog Network shouting out to everyone that I have a Notice of New Blog Post (Local Green Bay, WI Blog), It is a more personal blog and I just captured my experience of Artstreet 2011, a special local event for artists and musicians. This may not be the topic of the blog you are currently reading, but I am alerting you of new entries on other 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nVWPF2Enre7LU7TtvMNOrt5KnCg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nVWPF2Enre7LU7TtvMNOrt5KnCg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~4/kOxOvvkUHjY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-had-whirl-of-time-incoming-entry-on_29.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMARXc_fip7ImA9WhdXFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692223316829715323.post-6452921738219989479</id><published>2011-08-29T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:24:04.946-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-29T18:24:04.946-07:00</app:edited><title>I Had a Whirl of a Time! (Incoming Entry on Personal Blog)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/feeds/6452921738219989479/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-had-whirl-of-time-incoming-entry-on.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/6452921738219989479?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/6452921738219989479?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~3/WCTJCcV8aCc/i-had-whirl-of-time-incoming-entry-on.html" title="I Had a Whirl of a Time! (Incoming Entry on Personal Blog)" /><author><name>Julie Blodgett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101542870126644363823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-59oU1Sjn09w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/f8n2I4XgSdw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Hello world! This is the J.A.B.'s Freelance World Blog Network shouting out to everyone that I have a Notice of New Blog Post (Local Green Bay, WI Blog), It is a more personal blog and I just captured my experience of Artstreet 2011, a special local event for artists and musicians. This may not be the topic of the blog you are currently reading, but I am alerting you of new entries on other 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/09WbiyNfC41Iu9C4YRwldjc8FSs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/09WbiyNfC41Iu9C4YRwldjc8FSs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~4/WCTJCcV8aCc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-had-whirl-of-time-incoming-entry-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENRHkzfSp7ImA9WhdXFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692223316829715323.post-2312248941748116936</id><published>2011-08-29T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:04:55.785-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-29T07:04:55.785-07:00</app:edited><title>Notice of Incoming Entries (Caught My Eye)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/feeds/2312248941748116936/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jbsepic.blogspot.com/2011/08/notice-of-incoming-entries-caught-my.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/2312248941748116936?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692223316829715323/posts/default/2312248941748116936?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JbsEpicLifeJourney/~3/ZjX1Kxzrng8/notice-of-incoming-entries-caught-my.html" title="Notice of Incoming Entries (Caught My Eye)" /><author><name>Julie Blodgett</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101542870126644363823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-59oU1Sjn09w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/f8n2I4XgSdw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Note to blog readers: This may be an off topic post, unless you are right now on the Caught My Eye Blog.
Please read new posts submitted to Caught My Eye, another J.A.B.'s Freelance World Network blog. The latest updates on this blog pertain to breaking news about hurricane/tropical storm Irene. You also will see info about the affect that hurricane Katrina still has six years later.
Another 
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