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I went to bed miserable and woke up still clinging on to any part of it I could. I wanted to have a horrible day today. I tried so hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then I decided to get out of bed and shower around 1pm. Best decision I've made in a long time. I met up with my sponsor and talked with her for a bit. Good thing she's the most kind and understanding person out there because I have been a bitch lately. After meeting with her, I still felt a little bit blah-ish but I got to hang out with Joey and of course he just makes everything else seem so silly. He's the best brother a girl could ask for and I'm lucky to have him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we were driving home from dinner Joey started laughing uncontrollably and said, "oops, I farted". Although I was quite disgusted, I couldn't help but laugh because he thought it was so funny. I love that kid so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, and what's with everyone thinking I need to date? Am I that un-awesome that I shouldn't be without someone else? Dating is cool and all, but I donno why it's been such a hot topic lately....Maybe people really are worried that I'm becoming an old hermit-cat-lady....&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I'm grateful:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my catz ;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Joey D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that I get to go watch Joey play basketball tonight&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for a day off work....&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;my sponsor for putting up with my awkwardness and being so loving. and everything else. she's just amazing.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that even though i didn't get to go running, i got to shovel. that's a pretty okay workout, right?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i got to hang out with Joey Bear today.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;HeyTell....i need a smart phone.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;my group didn't kill me last night. i was a rancid bitch. i guess i get to make amends next week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i get to decide how i act....sometimes i just choose the wrong way...ha ha&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;to be sober!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for friends who care about me and want what's best for me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for my family&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;loveeeeee. maybe i do need to date. shit man....&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i have a car to drive, food to eat, and a warm house to sleep in all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to having a good attitude tomorrow and making it a great day! Peace and love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-4654706999654495197?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nobody Knows Me At All by The Weepies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This could be my life song all by itself, so naturally it's on my life soundtrack. I love this song and have played it millions of times, I'm sure. "I don't give a damn, I'm happy as a clam".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Mint Car by The Cure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no words for how happy this song makes me feel. I hear it and can't help but smile. I have so many good memories connected with this song and so many wonderful people that it makes me think of when I hear it playing. This will be a lifer on my list, I'm sure. Once upon a time I wanted it to be my wedding song...I wasn't even dating anyone. Now I just want it to be my life theme song! Screw weddings. ha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the acoustic version on my life soundtrack. I'm not sure why, but since the first time I heard this song I just fell in love. I almost took it off my list, but decided that I could keep it for now. Maybe someday I'll take it off, but for now it'll stay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;There She Goes by Sixpence None the Richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no clue why I love this song. Well, I do...It just makes me happy. I like having a crush; this song reminds me of such...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Such Great Heights by The Postal Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love it. Reminds me of happy times and good people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Someday You Will Be Loved by Death &amp;nbsp;Cab for Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I break up with someone, I put this song on replay. For weeks. I figure that since I seem to break up an awful lot, this should be part of my soundtrack. It's a really good song, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;You Wouldn't Like Me by Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I don't like myself. Sometimes I just love Teg and Sar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Hysteric by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love everything about this song. I could listen to this song on repeat for months...oh wait, I have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Brighter Than Sunshine by Auqalung&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is from one of my all-time favorite movies, A Lot Like Love. Don't judge, it's a good movie and I love this song. I guess it gives me hope that someday I'll fall in love. Maybe?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Bad Poetry by Ben Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to sing this to Jordan and since she's kind of a big part of who I am today, I figured it should be on my list. I don't know how long or for what reasons it will stay, but for now, I just really love it. It reminds me of when we were happy together and in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Alligator by Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;3 Story of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Gamble Everything For Love by Ben Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I do? I donno, I just love this song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;The Believer by Neil Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dedicate this to myself sometimes when I'm feeling like a depressed little betch. It works, so I keep it. : ) I could listen to this all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-293419684558484541?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
But first, I just gotta say it. I think I might finally be over the basketball scene for a minute. I mean, I'm pretty sure that SUU girls lost by 30 points tonight and it's just getting to be a little too depressing for me. The only good part of the game tonight was the dude that got kicked out because he was yelling at the ref. I cheered for the dude because the ref was a total dick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lets be real, I'm sure I'll be ready for more b-ball in the morning when I wake up refreshed...but until then, I'm over it. Maybe I'll focus on the Jazz now......ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I already re-tweeted all the cool tweets for tonight...but maybe someday I'll post some on here...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today I'm grateful:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I got to hang out with Enna and Ape at the b-ball game. i got a little crazy and i'm grateful they didn't disown me..&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that Calv is cuddled up next to me. he's the best kitty in the world.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i got plenty of sleep today. ah yes, love days off work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i went running! feels amazing!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for lettuce wraps and carrots. nom nom nom..&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i have a diet coke w/ vanilla next to me. heavenly...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that the fridge and stove work...the lights and one side of the kitchen outlets are currently MIA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;to have indoor plumbing. furreal, it's way too cold to go outside to take a dump....&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i woke my ass up in time to clean the house a little bit. pretty sure i swept up like 2 pound of cat litter....gag.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for loveeeeee&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i am meeting new friends&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i can wear socks with my new sandals. don't judge me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HaPpy Tuesday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-7925960913067499757?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Well, luckily for Jack, I set him up with iTunes and so far, it's love at first sight. Jack is getting lots of TLC. The only downside is that dating is so expensive these days. It has been far too long since Jack (or I) had been on a date and now it's all coming back. Not sure how we'll afford to keep up this relationship, but we'll do our best. For now, Jack and iTunes are going strong...and I don't foresee a break-up anytime in the near future..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, here's the top ten songs from....well, yesterday [in no particular order] &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toms Diner by Suzanne Vega &amp;amp; D.N.A.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Loving You Tonight by Andrew Allen&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Paradise (acoustic version) by Tyler Ward&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Missed the Boat by Modest Mouse&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Lake Michigan by Rogue Wave&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ships in the Night by Mat Kearney&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We Are Young (feat. Janelle Monae) by Fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Say You Like Me by We Are Kings&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Blood by The Middle East&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll be getting a photo update soon. I have lots of awesomeness for him. Maybe I'll post some of them here, too. For now, Jack and I are both happy. Especially me. New music = heaven.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to iTunes for making us both feel like new people. Oh and I'll keep downloading the "Free song of the week" each week...even if I hate it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-5943903129118653708?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
In the last nine months I:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;met some of the most wonderful people on earth, i swear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;lived with 8 other girls and sometimes didn't leave the house for days at a time. oh rehab, how i miss you. ha ha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;got to help put on a wonderful thanksgiving dinner for people who didn't have anywhere to go. &amp;lt;3&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;got a sweet house and an awesome roomie.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;met the only cat in the world that i love. Calvie rocks my world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;learned about scooping litter boxes first hand...a little too many times, but it's all good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;missed people everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;learned that i don't get to control everything...but dammit, i still try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;cried a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;laughed more than i thought was possible sober...or at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;learned that i should never date anyone. ever again. but i probably will. ha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;cuddled with my cat instead of going to parties....sober or otherwise. i just don't like to party anymore. period.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;hung out with my grandparents more than i have in my entire life and it's the coolest thing ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;was single. And oddly okay with it. I haven't even touched anyone. At all. Ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;went to more basketball games than i had in the previous 6 years or more. best thing ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;helped with sub4santa and loved it. one of the coolest things i've ever done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;have been a hermit. and i love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;have not had an energy drink. not one single one. and it's a good thing or i'd be even more broke than i already am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;had a few nervous breakdowns, driven to the liquor store and then pulled my head outta my ass and didn't drink. don't judge me. ha&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;went to Texas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;probably did more stuff, but you get the idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Side note:&lt;/span&gt; After the last relationship that I was in, I decided that I would never date again. Up until recently it hasn't even crossed my mind or been an issue. At all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I met this awesome girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, it was over before it even started because I just don't date; I don't want to date. I don't know if I'll ever be "ready" to date anyone ever again, but right now I'm pretty sure that it would just be a shit show. Maybe I just like being a hermit. Or maybe I don't know how to date and be sober at the same time. Who knows? All I know is that I should get a medal or something for being the most awkward person on the planet. Go me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's to another (insert any amount of time you want) of singledom! Bring it on. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-3272088384343444572?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
They also gave another lady 4000 dollars. Her story broke my heart. She was diagnosed with breast cancer while she was pregnant with her 2nd child. They started doing chemo and the baby was born. He's now happy and healthy; she found out she has brain and liver cancer to add to the list. They have given her 3-6 months to live. :( I couldn't help but just feel so sorry for her. I feel so sad for her little babies and her husband. I can't imagine...It almost made it even harder to see how happy she and her family were....like, wouldn't it be better if they hated each other and she was miserable right now? That kind of strength amazes me and I hope to have even a tiny bit of it someday...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After seeing two people who could (and by all rights should) be miserable, depressed, angry people who were actually two of the most optimistic and happy people I've ever seen, I was sincerely grateful for my health. I can't imagine going through chemo, losing my hair (vain, i know), being sick constantly, and knowing that I was on my death bed. I would, I think, be a miserable piece of shit if I were in that position.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, and on top of all that, I just found out about this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/283262035062579/"&gt;Fight Like a Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's a benefit concert for 4 young girls who live in Cedar City that have cancer. OMG, talk about heartbreaking. If you're in Cedar, you should come out and support this wonderful event. I love how generous people are and how much they are willing to do for others. Everyday I'm amazed at how good people genuinely are...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love people. Cancer, not so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-4310924034837009607?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful that I have spent the week taking time for myself and that I was actually able to do so. Much needed. Back to reality. Kind of. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for new friends. : ) Funny how life works...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for Joey Bear and Enna. Best sibs ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for old friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for basketball.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful that I get to hang out with my grandparents. This week I celebrated one of my grandpa's friends 94th birthday. Holy shit, that's old! It was such a fun party and I loved it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for new beginnings and a fresh start!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for patience. Especially when it's other people who have it. ;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful for my kitty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I'm grateful to be alive and healthy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Monday night I went to the SUU Women's basketball game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tuesday I went to the Cedar High Girls basketball games.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I'm going to the CHS vs. Canyon View game (and ditching group to do it...and I don't even feel bad about it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thursday there's an SUU game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friday Cedar High Boys basketball games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday SUU Men's and Women's basketball.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm busy this week, obviously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-7196218018894956106?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Recently I've seen many, many blogs about couples wanting to adopt and that makes me very, very happy. I think it's great when couples want/get to adopt because there are so many kids out there waiting to be adopted. Adoptuskids.org is kind of like petfinder.com, as in it displays children by pictures and if you like it, you can click on it to find out more about it. I get why they do it, but it's still a little bit sad that the kids appearances determines whether or not he or she gets adopted.&lt;br /&gt;
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It goes both way, though. As I was searching on the LDS adoption page I came across the profiles of couples hoping to adopt and the birth moms get to choose a family based on their picture and a brief message about themselves. In the search criteria it has an option to view the "top ten profiles who have been waiting the longest to adopt". I clicked on it; they were, in general, older, slightly awkward, and not hip. I would post pictures, but that could possibly be considered rude. What 19 year old little girl is going to choose them to be the parents of her baby? Probably none. Sad? Yes. True? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I don't really know where I'm going with this except to say, isn't it sad that our society is so based on outward appearances? What if those old-not-so-hip couples are really awesome and could offer a kid a life full of happiness and love? What if the really hip-model-everything-looks-perfect couples aren't as cool as they look? I mean, it could go both ways for either couple, really...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it were me, I'd want to know about the couple and have them chosen before I ever saw any pictures. I wouldn't want to give my child to someone because I liked the way they dressed or because they had pretty smiles; it'd be too hard for me to be objective if I had pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe our society is based on appearances and maybe that works for some people. I don't agree with it, but that doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the point, if you're looking to adopt a kid...go to www.adoptuskids.org and do a search. There are thousands upon thousands of cute little kids who need homes. Do it....I dare ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-4897658199956031872?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I'm grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;water- especially Crystal Light flavored water. yumm&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Joey- love his guts&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://p.twimg.com/AjzRZoICMAAY8B7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://p.twimg.com/AjzRZoICMAAY8B7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;we took this pic before Sunday din on Joey's new iPad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my parents&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;my sibs&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;running- i seriously forgot how much i love it once i start doing it. getting out the door is the hardest part. i feel so great after a good run. mmmmm.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;new music &amp;lt;3&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;netflix- i caved and got it again. i like watching movies at work...so there!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Calvie....he's such a sweet little guy. i bought him some dog bones to chew on and it's the cutest thing ever to watch him try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;new beginnings---everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;loveeeeeeee&lt;/li&gt;
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I'm grateful for my kitty(ies). I would be so sad without Calvie.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm so grateful for a place to live and food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm very grateful that I have good health.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful to have a job.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful that I have a car to drive.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful for the time I get to spend with my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful for Horizon House and all the staff.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful for love.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful for my sponsor and the inspirational texts I get every morning from her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful for music.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful to live in Cedar. As much as I say I wanna leave (which I really do), I love living here, too. It's beautiful and I have lots of wonderful friends an family here.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful that I'm not in school this semester. I think I'd be out-of-my-mind-crazy....or more than I am already, anyway. That'd be freaky.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful that I have two basketball games to attend tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful for the wonderful, warm weather we've had lately!! Although, I did get a lecture from a 4th grader about how we're going to go into a water shortage and then our water bills will be super high....good thing I don't pay for water! Thanks landlords!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful for a new day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-6521770968122883501?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;clipped calv's nails (they still hurt, but not as badly)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;took care of a young child and played more nintendo in a matter of 2 days than in my entire life...or close to it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;got to see britt's cute apartment!! and her cute puppy! And her! it's been way too long!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;went to dinner with friends&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;hung out with my bestie---while we co-parented.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;cleaned out more litter boxes than i would have liked...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;snuggled with my baby calv &amp;lt;3&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;did laundry every day. i thought i did laundry a lot with just me...add a kid to it and it's just insane!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;got my jewelry organized....well, started anyway....&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;cried a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;laughed a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;had a "parent" teacher conference with a principal....&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;tucked a cute little guy into bed every night and kissed his stuffed animals goodnight. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;read lots of fun books meant for 4th graders&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;went to the library&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;got into a few bitch fights.....&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;went to st. george (x2)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;got pulled over for not blinking for 3 seconds before i turned??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;hung out with WW2 vets @ lins....&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ate lots of frozen pizza and frozen yogurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;bought new running shoes&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;went RUNNING!!! (for the first time in....at least 2 years, i swear...) and wow....better keep doing that because it felt wonderful!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;took a day off work, finally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;took calv on a "day" adventure to a new house.....he was fine but the other cat freaked. cat wars=not fun&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;didn't have time to miss you; it was really nice...i'm gonna have to try that again next week. furreal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;saw my sister for the first time in ....a while. &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;pedicure&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;fell in love all over again with Ray Jones Jr.....ha ha&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad this week is (almost) over! Crazy amounts of stress + very little sleep + hurting heart= Crazy Jill. Totally ready for whatever the next week has got in store! Bring it on!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-6902863771774930884?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;April is a lifesaver. Seriously though...Thanks Ape. You're a great co-parent. Sorry I'm a slacker of a mom!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"D" is so smart! I love hanging out with a 4th grader who is so interested in learning new things all the time. It makes me think about things in a new way...pretty cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I got to cuddle with my baby Calv this morning. I miss his little guts. Can't wait to snuggle with him tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"D" played by himself so I could get some rest this morning after work. He's really a great kid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I have a warm place to sleep, a cute cat (not Calv) to cuddle with, and food to eat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is crazy, wonderful, and full of surprises!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-3602421116871199354?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have no idea how you do what you do. I mean, seriously, I can barely take care of myself while working full-time. As a single parent you (probably) work AND take care of your kid/children. I can't imagine working full-time and coming home and doing homework with my kid for hours on end. And then on top of that, you get to cook, clean, do laundry and go grocery shopping. I'm on a very small trial run of being a single parent this week and holy cow...I never realized how much work it is to take care of a kid; this is a pretty self-sufficient little guy, too. If it were a toddler, I'm sure it would add on loads of work. Plus, I have a "co-parent" who is helping watch my pretend child on the nights that I work. I'm not even kind of doing it by myself and it's still way more work than I'm used to doing!&lt;br /&gt;
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I definitely have a new appreciation for single parents who get to do this all the time. You guys are tough cookies and deserve some sort of medal or award! Maybe someday I'll come up with something for that, but for now...keep it up! Any tips on how to get a kid to do homework and all that jazz would be greatly appreciated. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;
Me&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. I'm also looking for food options other than frozen pizza and frozen yogurt for every meal.....I'm a bad mom. Don't judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-5162552151359388678?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hate that the homeless shelter is lame and doesn't actually help homeless people. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate cancer.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that people get hurt and sick.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that people suffer due to other people and their lack of common sense or goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that in order to have to best care you have to have money. And lots of it. Kid shouldn't suffer regardless of how much money their parents do or don't have. Period.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that people die.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that someday I'll die.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that I don't want to sleep during the day because it's been so nice outside...so now I just don't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate politics. In every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;
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With that, I'll be done. Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-721087201460203818?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I'm going to sleep for 8 hours/cuddle with Calvin.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I'm going to clean the litter box out, again. Seriously, I'm done cleaning that shit hole out...but I love Calv, so whateve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I'm going to read White Teeth by Zadie Smith&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I'm going to make something for dinner. Something fancy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I'm going to do laundry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I'm going to drink a gallon of water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I'm going to go visit my grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I'm going to make a sched of my next week so that I can stop stressing about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I'm going to have a pajama day...pretty much like every other day of my life. ha&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I'm going to listen to good music whilst I clean (maybe minus the cleaning part)...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/p480x480/390588_216180635135605_100002310111268_484139_1782618440_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/p480x480/390588_216180635135605_100002310111268_484139_1782618440_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the coolest sibs on earth, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Today I didn't get quite as much sleep as I needed/wanted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I went to the SUU gymnastics meet with Ape and Don. They lost. Not my cup of tea, but I'm glad we went.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I got pulled over for not using my blinker for the whole 3 second before I turned...is that even legit? No ticket, though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today is Friday the 13th--nothing spooky happened to me, ugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today Trent, Britt, and Rach came and said hello to me at work.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today the CCPD are very bored MoFo's. Watch out. Seriously...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today Ali and Shandi came and chilled at the truck stop with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I listened to goooood music on pandora.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I got to hug Joey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I got a really sweet text from someone that I really love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I didn't get drunk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today was not too cold, not too hot...perfect weather outside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today a trucker called me "hottie" and a almost vomited on him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I had good intentions to clean, but chose to cuddle with Calv instead. I'm pleased with my choice....the cleaning can wait but cuddling with Calv is way more important to me. He has pink eye or something and he's been really cuddly--I don't want to pass it up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I ate a Whopper. Damn, it was good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I only drank one Diet Coke....weird.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I shaved my legs, finally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Today I'm happy. :)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-that i didn't get a ticket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-that i got to hang out with good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-for Calvin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-for my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-that i have a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
My favorite part of today was when we were getting yogurt and he saw the yogurt cup (there is only one size) and said, "they make these big so you &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to fill it up and pay more...". Yes, yes indeed. Although you don't &lt;i&gt;have &lt;/i&gt;to fill it up all the way, what fun would it be to get a 1/2 empty cup of yogurt?&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I'm grateful:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;for amazing people who are good examples to me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i got to hang out at horizon house and help make some resumes. good times...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that someone actually trusts me to babysit their kid. that's pretty cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i got to hang out with D. he's a pretty bad A kid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i got to take a 4 hour nap before work. even though i think i'm more tired now than before, it was still nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for Calv. I think he has pink eye, poor guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for pinterest. what else would i do all night? seriously...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i got to go to lunch with a good friend today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for my sponsor. holy moly, she's amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for good books. i'm still a little sad that i finished Juliet, Naked because now i feel a little empty inside...finishing books kinda sucks.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for Joey.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i get to hang out with my grandparents a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;to be sober....i probably wouldn't have any of the things listed above if i wasn't sober...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited that it's almost Friday! I have a hot date to the SUU gymnastics meet and I foresee plenty of sleep in my near future, too. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-6319981415924100250?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm trying to branch out this year in the types of books I am willing to give a chance. Normally I would have never even touched this book because it's fiction...but I was pleasantly surprised and can't wait to branch out some more! There won't be any sci-fi or fantasy, though...gag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974232451661023957-899860011753789425?l=jilltotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;i finished Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby--I loved the book but the ending was a little lame. I still liked the book overall, though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i got to cuddle with calv today while i was reading. i love that kitty.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;my house has stayed semi-clean from last wednesday when i cleaned the shit out of it...so tomorrows cleaning should go quickly! yay.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i dyed my hair. black. i like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;no stupid text messages from people that i've never met. thank goodness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;tomorrow i can sleep for 6 hours in a row, i think. that'll be nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;my job...even when my boss is super intense. i'm grateful that i have a job. i'm grateful that i have a job....&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i'm grateful for April. she definitely listened to me bitch a lot tonight...thanks Ape.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for friends. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i got to see a friend from st. george get 1 year sober tonight at AA. cool!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i get to meet with my sponsor tomorrow before group.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i had coffee with a good friend today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i'm pretty content.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Today I'm grateful:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;that although i don't get to control how others act, i DO get to choose how i act and in turn, react. today someone that i have never met was texting me for someone that i do know. my first thought was to freak out and get angry...after a moment i was able to be calm and handle the situation like an adult. if i think about it too long, i go back to wanting to slap a hoe, but i won't do that. ha&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for good books! i forgot that i liked reading. weird, i know...but i'm back at it and it's made life 10 times more enjoyable lately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i got to spend time with old friends this weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i got to go to like 5 basketball games last week! score! Ray Jones Jr. (my pretend husb. on SUU's team) can kiss my ass. geez, what a shit show on saturday. maybe next year, eh?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that a trucker brought a portable space heater for us at the truck stop. the heater has been out all weekend and it's FREEZING in here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for water. yummm&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for Joey Bear&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that i get to live life! and remember it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;learning new things&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;trying things i don't think i'll like and then love them&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;good friend, old and new.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;my house&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;calvie and gretch&lt;/li&gt;
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