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My ever-changing blog layout is proof enough. It's something I'm trying to work on--seriously. My mama must not have loved me enough or some other psychobabble. Just kidding, of course, Mom. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, while Jolie a fine and dandy name, and I am not giving it up because I still need an alter ego with which I can be sassy online and protect my true identity, I just wanna be me, too. I'm not exactly ready for a pen name anyhow, so there's no point to being someone I'm not, not that I'm even sure I want to be someone else once I do write something worthwhile *big breath*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the purpose of just cutting the crap already, I'm moving to a new blog, using my own name. Well, my own first name anyhow (again, that whole protecting my snarky ass thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://theloofah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Come visit me there if you want. Or wash your hands of my sorry behind once and for all. Your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-909567228676755700?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/909567228676755700/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=909567228676755700" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/909567228676755700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/909567228676755700?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/12/yep-im-at-it-again.html" title="Yep, I'm at it AGAIN..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBQX05fip7ImA9WxRaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-4093408275329794125</id><published>2008-12-12T19:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:09:10.326-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T19:09:10.326-06:00</app:edited><title>HALLELUJAH!</title><content type="html">'Tis the day, people! Another semester down and only one more to go! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm failing to find the exact words to express my glee...I'll simply leave you with this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279075152011086018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SUMK4Yo2SMI/AAAAAAAAALg/ZA0vdbqcPA0/s400/beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend, y'all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-4093408275329794125?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/4093408275329794125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=4093408275329794125" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/4093408275329794125?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/4093408275329794125?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/12/hallelujah.html" title="HALLELUJAH!" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SUMK4Yo2SMI/AAAAAAAAALg/ZA0vdbqcPA0/s72-c/beer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIBRXcyfSp7ImA9WxRbFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-1122588740353140079</id><published>2008-12-07T01:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:05:54.995-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-07T01:05:54.995-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oldest Kid Stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whining" /><title>I Feel Old!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STt1ey9NEFI/AAAAAAAAALI/-48jEwYPdLY/s1600-h/9th+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276940560329674834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STt1ey9NEFI/AAAAAAAAALI/-48jEwYPdLY/s320/9th+Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Oldest Kid turns 9 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did that time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it seems like just yesterday that I went into labor with the little squirt, petrified of the pain and all that jazz, worried he'd be really small because he was 3 weeks early, and worried I'd have to settle for my MIL as my labor coach, because Hubby was working out of town and my mother was a basketcase. Thank goodness, Hubby made it in time and Oldest Kid was a little 5lbs. 13oz., but healthy as can be. Oh, and it labor wasn't all that bad with him. Now, my daughter, she's another story, but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that I have a 9 year old child. Yes, I know how old I am...I know the numbers add up and all that. But, holy crap, I have a child that will be shooting a gun in 3 years (12 years old in WI). He'll be driving a car in 7 years. And I'll have to worry about girls somewhere in the middle. It's just...unfathomable. I mean...I certainly don't feel old enough to have had a child almost a decade ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawd. It's pretty freakin' depressing. I mean...I'm a mom. And not a young one anymore either. For cripes sake, my kid is halfway to gone and I feel like he just got here. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how I'm going to feel next year when he turns 10. It'll be worse than turning 30 myself, I just know it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom or not, do you ever take a step back, look at your life, and disbelieve that it's your own? Do you ever have a hard time grasping the reality of your age and how much time has gone by since you were actually as young as you feel you are? Reassure me, people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-1122588740353140079?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/1122588740353140079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=1122588740353140079" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/1122588740353140079?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/1122588740353140079?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-old.html" title="I Feel Old!" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STt1ey9NEFI/AAAAAAAAALI/-48jEwYPdLY/s72-c/9th+Birthday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMASHw9fip7ImA9WxRbFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-3866346202411068959</id><published>2008-12-04T08:19:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:54:09.266-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-04T08:54:09.266-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holy Hotness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration" /><title>My, OH, My...</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Lookie who I found last night while searching for new music to write to? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STfpLnSUHqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8-7ZV2CGvSo/s1600-h/RevTheory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275941874221457058" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STfpLnSUHqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8-7ZV2CGvSo/s320/RevTheory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STfn0MmkqfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2XAXRaT5C2o/s1600-h/RevTheoryGuy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275940372410051058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STfn0MmkqfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2XAXRaT5C2o/s200/RevTheoryGuy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STfpEtrakPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H0NCpG9pnzw/s1600-h/RevTheoryGuy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275941755678265586" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STfpEtrakPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H0NCpG9pnzw/s320/RevTheoryGuy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uu-uuu-uuu-hhhh-hh-hhhhh... (that's me shiver orgasming in my seat :), BTW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a bit of an odd duck when it comes to my taste in men--at least the ones I use as inspiration when writing, because Hubby looks &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; like this guy...or any guy I've ever used as hero material--but this guy--Rich Luzzi of Rev Theory--just freaking does it for me. Ripped? Check. Crazy hair? Check. Bad-ass ink? Oooh, yeah. Sexy as hell voice? Holy hell, yeah. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AihUaYSBMEE"&gt;Click here to hear for yourself&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, no, I don't just like him because he's hot. I actually heard the song first--when watching another hot guy, Randy Orton of WWE, who you may or may not know epitomizes male perfection in my book, arrogance and all. Sigh. I can't help it. I'm just a slave to tats and muscles and raw, sexual naughtiness. Don't pretend you don't have your own weaknesses. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...the point of this whole post is that, while I don't know what I'm going to write on break, I now know who my hero will be modeled after. I'm thinking I should stick with what he's good at and make him a musician (then I have more reason to keep listening to Rev Theory, too), but I haven't cemented it yet. Cabana boy maybe? Masseuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-3866346202411068959?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/3866346202411068959/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=3866346202411068959" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/3866346202411068959?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/3866346202411068959?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-oh-my.html" title="My, OH, My..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STfpLnSUHqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8-7ZV2CGvSo/s72-c/RevTheory.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4AQn48fyp7ImA9WxRbE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-3285268852418257334</id><published>2008-12-03T20:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:49:03.077-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-03T20:49:03.077-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School Schmool" /><title>Holy Long-winded!</title><content type="html">Long time, no see...er, blog...huh? Seems I disappeared into the great unknown for awhile. Okay, so not really the unknown...but homework and kids and work all that jazz. You know...life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I apologize to anyone who might have actually been concerned, though, come on...you know how shitty I am about blogging. It's more likely that something's wrong with me if I actually blog, like say, more than once a week. Or a month. Whatever. Just want to clarify that all is well in Jolieland. I've got a week left of school before break and, sweet Jesus, am I ever looking forward to it! Not sure exactly how long I'll be off--I'm thinking close to five weeks--but rest assured, I will be enjoying every second of it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STdDhrgzQpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CTRAuqYQoeI/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275759734382871186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STdDhrgzQpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CTRAuqYQoeI/s200/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm hoping to get a lot of reading done between now and next semester (my last one, I might add, thank you very much ;) ). And when I say a lot...I mean A LOT. Like half my TBR. Er...at least a quarter of it. Okay, more like an eighth, considering what once was a single shelf of books is now two...with about half that many laying around on the floor of my bedroom. Hey, I've been busy. And I'm addicted to buying books. I can't help it. And besides, it could be worse, could it not? I could be an alcoholic, drinking margaritas all day long, right? Hmm...that actually doesn't sound that bad, does it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking about trying to write again. I say 'trying' not because I was struggling (I know...ROFLYMFAO), but because I just didn't have time. And I know...according to one Mr. Stephen King...a writer that does make me not. Or however that's supposed to go. And while I could go on and on about my plans and my excuses and whatnot, nobody really gives a shit (or at least...I'm not any different than anyone else with my trials and tribulations, so y'all can relate on some level, I'm sure, to why I've pushed writing aside for awhile). And you probably know, too, how damn hard it is to stay away from something you love so much. Pain in the ass that it can be sometimes. And that, my friends, is why I'm thinking I need to spend a little time on the horse again during my break. Might not get anything done. Okay, &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; won't get anything done. But words are words, are they not? Someday they've gotta add up to something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't decided what I'm going to write yet. I think a novella maybe...something short and sweet. Something that won't be dogging me--hopefully--once January 12 and the winter semester rolls around. I'm also thinking of a Christmas setting too, because, hello, there's inspiration all around me right now. That said...I'm also thinking of doing my own version of NaNo since my time is limited. How nuts is that? I mean, really? I haven't written in months and I'm thinking of setting myself up against a pretty steep challenge right off the bat. But, as I said above about the words adding up...someday I've gotta succeed too, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've written probably the longest blog in the history of this blog...I bid you adieu. I won't make any promises, but my guess is that I'll probably be a tad better about blogging for the next few weeks. So...come back and feel free to poke sticks at me. I'll probably need it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-3285268852418257334?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/3285268852418257334/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=3285268852418257334" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/3285268852418257334?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/3285268852418257334?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-long-winded.html" title="Holy Long-winded!" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/STdDhrgzQpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CTRAuqYQoeI/s72-c/books.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IFQnY5eyp7ImA9WxRWE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-5724293371426871412</id><published>2008-10-29T21:33:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:58:33.823-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-29T21:58:33.823-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Littlest Kid Stories" /><title>It's Official...</title><content type="html">Well, maybe not quite, but pretty darn close. Close enough that I can brag anyway...&lt;em&gt;that my baby is no longer a baby&lt;/em&gt;!! She's a big girl now and she's got the Dora underoos to prove it!! Happy dance, happy dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SQkiN1xLzLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PQJ0ALCY4rY/s1600-h/Potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262775260726152370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SQkiN1xLzLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PQJ0ALCY4rY/s200/Potty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is such a bittersweet day for me. I've been waiting for her to overcome that last "baby" milestone and potty train, since she's my third and final bambino. I couldn't wait for this day, knowing that all the baby days would be behind me FOREVER. But now that it's actually here...it's kinda sad. Don't get me wrong--I'm still super stoked that I've bought my last pack of diapers. But potty training Kate signifies the irrevocable end to the baby years in my life. Oddly enough, this is a bit more sad to me than getting my tubes tied. LOL Obviously, even if I wanted to do the whole breastfeeding and midnight wake-up cries and diapers all over again, I couldn't. But I just never expected letting go of Kate's early toddlerhood to be this...well, depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it she'll be driving and wanting to exchange Dora for Victoria's Secret. And while I have two sons, both of whom are older than Kate, it's her I'm really worried about growing up. She's such a little witch now I can't even imagine her at thirteen and sixteen. She's going to drive me to drink, that girl. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I digress. :) Please keep us in your thoughts tonight, as we're flying sans Huggies tonight for the first time ever. And stupid Mommy didn't think to put her in jammies that she could pull up and down easily in the middle of the night (she's wearing zippered footy jammies) if she should actually wake up and have to go (not holding my breath on that one though--I'm expecting screams of wetness at 3 am). Just send all your mommy mojo my way, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-5724293371426871412?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/5724293371426871412/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=5724293371426871412" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5724293371426871412?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5724293371426871412?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official.html" title="It's Official..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SQkiN1xLzLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PQJ0ALCY4rY/s72-c/Potty.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHSXczeCp7ImA9WxRWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-6164781186301296945</id><published>2008-10-27T21:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:55:38.980-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-27T21:55:38.980-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Working For A Living" /><title>Am I Crazy?</title><content type="html">After changing my mind approximately ten gazillion times, I am now a Human/Social Services and I will graduate after I complete a required internship, which I plan on doing next summer (so I don't have to drive a ton in the snow and all that). So, the past couple of weeks I've been trying to figure out where I could do the intership (I live in the boonies) and, well, there aren't a ton of options. Or at least not many that appeal to me. I'd really love to work in the county office, but, alas, I live an hour and a half away from the county seat and that's just not going to happen. :( The only real options I have close by are nursing homes and, to be honest, the elderly are just not my thing, not to mention all the Medicare hooplah I'd have to muddle my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was searching online last night (hoping to broaden my horizons) when a job posting for a local business I'd completely forgetten about popped up, nearly knocking me off of my stool. This place is absolutely perfect for an intership, as I'd get lots of exposure to several different areas of the social services field. This place is also less than a half hour away. Oh, and did I mention that, if I got a job there, I'd be a federal employee with better than decent wages and benefits up the wazoo? Sounds great, right? It is...if I can get past the fact that it could be potentially life threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SQZ-qxjtzGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rqsJELtUCjg/s1600-h/handcuffs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262032487951748194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SQZ-qxjtzGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rqsJELtUCjg/s200/handcuffs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, this place is for delinquent teenagers from all over the country, some of whom should be in prison for crimes they've committed (though some just had really shitty home lives, too). There are even more guards than staff at this place. Get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest thing of all? The more I think about trying to intern there and potentially getting a job when all is said and done, the more excited I'm getting. I've met a few of the girls who've been there when I worked at the OB/GYN office and, while it's obvious that they were "rough around the edges", they seemed to be fairly decent. I think I'd actually enjoy working with these kids. It could potentially be a very rewarding job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy to think this could be the place for me? I'm really hoping that I'll end up with a job wherever I intern, so I want to make sure I make the best decision possible when choosing. What do you think? Would a place like this scare the crap out of you? Or would it challenge you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-6164781186301296945?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/6164781186301296945/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=6164781186301296945" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/6164781186301296945?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/6164781186301296945?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-crazy.html" title="Am I Crazy?" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SQZ-qxjtzGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rqsJELtUCjg/s72-c/handcuffs.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGQn85cCp7ImA9WxRWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-324882860282884345</id><published>2008-10-26T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:35:23.128-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-26T19:35:23.128-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School Schmool" /><title>45 Days To Go...</title><content type="html">Until I'm done with this semester of school.  Sigh.  I thought I had less, so realizing this is pretty darn depressing.  But, alas, there is nothing I can do, except make the best of it, right?  Oh, and maybe finish up my online math class early.  That would cut down on some of my anxiety.  Maybe. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I got a major bug up my butt to write today (cranking the radio while driving always does that to me), but then I talked myself down.  I would inevitably become frustrated beyond belief...again...if I even tried to dig in right now with everything else I have on my plate and I just don't want to do that to myself.  I feel like I've come such a long way from the hair-pulling, near hatred for writing that I felt earlier this year.  I am really looking forward to having some time between semesters...in only 45 days...to get back into things.  At least for a little while.  I don't want to ruin that time before it's even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know I'm not the only one out there who has taken time off from writing to live in the real world.  If you've done it too, how long were you on hiatus?  What got you back into the game?  Did you think the time off was to your benefit or your detriment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-324882860282884345?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/324882860282884345/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=324882860282884345" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/324882860282884345?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/324882860282884345?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/10/45-days-to-go.html" title="45 Days To Go..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NRXwzfSp7ImA9WxRXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-677915307786605430</id><published>2008-10-19T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:41:34.285-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-19T20:41:34.285-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whining" /><title>Oh where, oh where...</title><content type="html">Has my little life gone?  Oh where, oh where, could she be? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the heck is going on around here?  My alternate life in cyberspace has nearly completely disappeared.  I mean, I am hanging on by a teensy weensy little thread here.  I feel entirely out of the loop.  I haven't logged onto forums I used to "haunt" religiously.  I obviously haven't been blogging (as you can tell).  Needless to say, I haven't written a single word (of fiction, for leisure) in God only knows how long.  Gah.  Just...gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that gets me is that fall is my absolute favorite time of the year and it's almost come and gone right before my eyes (I live in Northern WI, y'all--I saw snow flakes floating around a couple days ago).  I LOVE to write in this kind of weather.  I feel most inspired to do so when it's cool and fresh outside.  Granted I usually prefer to write more...goody-two-shoes kinda romance in the fall (the whole nurture/nesting thing, I guess), but, hey, something would be better than nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, there's not point in doting on things I can't change and right now I can't change to fact that school, work, kids and "real life" have got me completely...well, tangled up. :P  I don't know if I'm coming or going lately.  And, at the moment, I'm sick.  With the normal cold/congestion crud notorious for popping up this time of year.  I feel like I've been in a fog for like...the past three months.  Okay, so maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but seriously...I've been quite dazed and confused for a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.  There's that pointless doting again, huh?  Time to quit, right? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll change the subject by asking what you all have been doing lately.  I haven't been blog hopping in forever, so how about throwing me a bone and just filling me in here?  Pretty please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-677915307786605430?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/677915307786605430/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=677915307786605430" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/677915307786605430?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/677915307786605430?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-where-oh-where.html" title="Oh where, oh where..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HRHgycCp7ImA9WxRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-5473600534766887067</id><published>2008-09-26T08:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:05:35.698-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-26T09:05:35.698-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girls on Books" /><title>'Charmer' Review</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SNzrwgV-ARI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KfPrXfylhsk/s1600-h/Charmer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250330484155482386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SNzrwgV-ARI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KfPrXfylhsk/s200/Charmer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick post to let y'all know that we're reviewing &lt;em&gt;Natural Born Charmer&lt;/em&gt; by Susan Elizabeth Phillips at &lt;a href="http://girlsonbooks.wordpress.com/"&gt;Girls on Books&lt;/a&gt; right now, as the end of the month is upon us. This month, in honor of our &lt;em&gt;Charmer &lt;/em&gt;review, I'm giving away a copy of the book to one lucky commentor.  So...get your tush on over there to comment. You really do not want to miss out on this book, if you haven't read it yet. It's absolutely wonderful and a definite keeper. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-5473600534766887067?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/5473600534766887067/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=5473600534766887067" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5473600534766887067?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5473600534766887067?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/09/charmer-review.html" title="'Charmer' Review" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SNzrwgV-ARI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KfPrXfylhsk/s72-c/Charmer.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4CRXszeip7ImA9WxRSF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-3432645149608463169</id><published>2008-09-17T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:29:24.582-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-17T21:29:24.582-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School Schmool" /><title>Yup...</title><content type="html">I completely zoned out last week's goals blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I didn't really 'zone' it out.  It was more of an avoidance act.  Because, as usual, I didn't meet any of my goals from the previous week and why the heck should I continue blogging about things we all know I'm not going to do?  I had good intentions, but I wouldn't be me if I actually followed through with them.  And, yes, I do realize that's not something to gloat about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, as with the 30 Days of Blaze, I'm putting the writing goals on standby, too.  Because, as happens every semester, I can't bring myself to write when I'm in school.  It's not that I don't have the time--I do.  Plenty of it.  I'm just using too many of my brain cells on studying and whatnot to be able to put forth a creative effort with words.  Instead of torturing myself with guilt over not writing, I'm just going to just take a step back and keep my focus on my classes.  As guilt-free as I possibly can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all.  Sorry for such a boring blog, but--you guessed it--I've got homework on my mind. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all are enjoying the beautiful fall weather!!  I'm hoping to get out this weekend to take some pictures of the all the colors.  I'll try to post some of the pics here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-3432645149608463169?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/3432645149608463169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=3432645149608463169" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/3432645149608463169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/3432645149608463169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/09/yup.html" title="Yup..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4EQnw4eSp7ImA9WxRSFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-5262689897414513587</id><published>2008-09-14T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:48:23.231-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-14T21:48:23.231-05:00</app:edited><title>BRRRRR!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;My furnace died. And it's really cold here. Okay, so it's not snowing or anything...yet, but it's only about 40 degrees outside and 60 inside. That's about 15 degrees colder than I like (though I've compromised with the hubster, so it's usually only about 70 degrees inside during colder weather). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nose is running. My hands are like ice and my fingers are achy and showing signs of arthritis (at 29. Gah.). The little hairs on my arms are standing up and have been for the past two hours, in a frozen state of buttass cold shock. And the guy (the only one way out in BFE) can't come to look at the furnace until tomorrow. Which means not only am I gonna freeze my ass off tonight, but so are the kids and that. Does. Not. Make. Me. Happy. GRRRRRR!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm gonna sleep with the boys and move Kate into bed with Daddy. I mean, I know I can be a real hardass mom sometimes (most of the time), but I just can't stand the thought of them shivering when the temp drops down to 50 in here tonight. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this'll be us...apparently with a foster kidlet as well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246074173635009186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3MqoDdmqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UbjZ_1yIdZo/s200/in+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3257798585130406833-5262689897414513587?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/5262689897414513587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=5262689897414513587" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5262689897414513587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5262689897414513587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/09/brrrrr.html" title="BRRRRR!!" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3MqoDdmqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UbjZ_1yIdZo/s72-c/in+bed.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYFRns_eip7ImA9WxRSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-5140499471831292270</id><published>2008-09-13T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:01:57.542-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-13T10:01:57.542-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girls on Books" /><title>A Little Change</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;To clarify that we don't only read romance at Romantic Bites, we've changed our name and our URL. You can now find us at Girl on Books (&lt;a href="http://girlsonbooks.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://girlsonbooks.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Or you can click the banner below. Don't forget we hold a contest every month and September is my turn to give something away. Come on over and check it out. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlsonbooks.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k418/JolieKade/Girlsbanner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3257798585130406833-5140499471831292270?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/5140499471831292270/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=5140499471831292270" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5140499471831292270?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5140499471831292270?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-change.html" title="A Little Change" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CRHo8cCp7ImA9WxRTF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-6753288285908176295</id><published>2008-09-06T17:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:42:45.478-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-06T17:42:45.478-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><title>Hey...</title><content type="html">Check &lt;a href="http://www.plotmonkeys.com/937/special-guest-blogger-roxanne-st-claire/"&gt;this out&lt;/a&gt; if you're an aspiring writer.  Of course, it's not the end all, be all, secret to success or anything, but it's always nice to read about the struggles and successes of pubbed authors.  I think the advice on setting goals is awesome (not that I do so well with setting goals, but you know...).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-6753288285908176295?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/6753288285908176295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=6753288285908176295" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/6753288285908176295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/6753288285908176295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey.html" title="Hey..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGSHk4fSp7ImA9WxRTFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-259297269263598293</id><published>2008-09-05T11:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:53:49.735-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-05T11:53:49.735-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>Oh, crud...</title><content type="html">It's Friday morning and, oh, um, well, I haven't posted my Wednesday night goals. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I don't even remember what goals I set for last week, but I'm pretty sure I didn't meet them.  Again.  Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week though, dagnabit, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; going to do as I say!  I have the next four days off, so there is no reason I can't knock off a few goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that said, this week I'm going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write.  A lot.  I changed a major plot idea and now I have to essentially start over on my WIP.  That's a bit disheartening, but I'm trying not to let it deter me from getting back on the horse.  (Damn, I fall off a lot, don't I?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outline my WIP to the end, so I have some direction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help Moira get out of the rut and back into the &lt;em&gt;groove&lt;/em&gt; with K&amp;amp;D.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean my bedroom closet.  (Now that I write that, I remember I had it on my list last week, too. LOL  Oh, well. :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-259297269263598293?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/259297269263598293/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=259297269263598293" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/259297269263598293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/259297269263598293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-crud.html" title="Oh, crud..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMQ389eCp7ImA9WxRTF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-1001033730695686477</id><published>2008-09-05T11:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:51:22.160-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-06T17:51:22.160-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Critter Pals" /><title>FINALLY!</title><content type="html">So, I'm a little late getting to this because life's been freakin' crazy the past couple of weeks, but better late than never, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, folks. My writer pal &lt;a href="http://readingwritingrachel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;, who finished a book, found an agent, and sold in record time, can finally talk publically about the &lt;a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/enewsletter/CA6591106/2788.html"&gt;fantabulous book deal&lt;/a&gt; she got last spring. Let me tell you, it was quite humbling to crit for her (not that I really had any work to do LOL), because the girl is crazy talented and, let me be quoted as saying, she is 'the next big thing'. ;) Her story is amazing and her ride has been &lt;em&gt;wild&lt;/em&gt;. I am sooooo proud of her and if you're an aspiring writer, you're guaranteed to be inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.readingwritingrachel.blogspot.com/"&gt;her story&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-1001033730695686477?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/1001033730695686477/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=1001033730695686477" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/1001033730695686477?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/1001033730695686477?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally.html" title="FINALLY!" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHRXg-eip7ImA9WxdaGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-4529591988596348787</id><published>2008-08-27T20:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:20:34.652-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-27T20:20:34.652-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>Wednesday Night Check-in...</title><content type="html">Just to tell you that I essentially "checked out" last week. I only accomplished two of my five (I think) goals. And that cake I mentioned when stating my writing goal? Well, considered smeared all over my face now, because I wrote a whopping 1500 words since last Tuesday night--a far cry from my 9k goal. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I've been busy--school starting, new job, getting the kids ready for school too...--but geez. I'm pretty bummed that I didn't get more done. I sure hope this week is better. So, that said...here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reach the 50% mark with my WIP, which means I need 10k this week. Hmm. That's a pretty steep goal, but I'm not going to decrease it. Just gotta try, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get ahead on homework (Ch 3 &amp;amp; 4 for DP, Ch 4 &amp;amp; 5 for BM) and rewrite Bio notes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out my bedroom closet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's it. I'm not going to go too overboard only to slack off again and just get deeper and deeper in the hole. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-4529591988596348787?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/4529591988596348787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=4529591988596348787" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/4529591988596348787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/4529591988596348787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-night-check-in.html" title="Wednesday Night Check-in..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4ASHoyeip7ImA9WxRTF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-1767373568643530158</id><published>2008-08-26T22:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:32:29.492-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-06T18:32:29.492-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Working For A Living" /><title>Sniffle</title><content type="html">Tonight was my first night at the new job. And my piggies are killing me. Okay, my legs in general are killing me. Seriously, I don't think I've been on my feet for nine straight hours in years. Probably since the last time I waitressed and even then I probably sat down for a few minutes to snag dinner or something. Not tonight though. And it wasn't even busy really, but I had to be on my best behavior since I was training with the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I'm wiped. I'm actually kinda afraid to go to sleep because I don't know if I'll be able to walk in the morning. :( Yeah, I know I'm being dramatic, but *whine* I really hurt. And I really want one of these.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239029381108026530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SLTFduzHTKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A4_IeEUvw7c/s200/feet1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239029649524900146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SLTFtWurwTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9rDpzLRzdAA/s200/foot-massage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and one of these, too, preferrably at that location.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239030365688131330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SLTGXCpTbwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lmsy-kgBv1A/s200/drink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-1767373568643530158?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/1767373568643530158/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=1767373568643530158" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/1767373568643530158?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/1767373568643530158?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/08/sniffle.html" title="Sniffle" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SLTFduzHTKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A4_IeEUvw7c/s72-c/feet1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQGRHg4fip7ImA9WxdaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-455952638137881371</id><published>2008-08-22T08:52:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:12:05.636-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-22T09:12:05.636-05:00</app:edited><title>What?!?!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SK7IPTn0BVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/24LZvUrgLVc/s1600-h/library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237343581969319250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SK7IPTn0BVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/24LZvUrgLVc/s200/library.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26335283/?GT1=43001"&gt;Woman Jailed for Unpaid Library Fees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a waste of time, taxes, and gas money! Don't get me wrong--I think this chick shoulda paid up, considering she only owed $30 freakin' dollars--but a warrant and cuffs? Come on! (Okay, I'll admit I'm from WI and know people who live where this woman does, so maybe it hits a bit closer on my annoyance radar than it might yours. :P) But...just...gah. How dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow...news in the world of Jolie is that today is my last day of babysitting for a living! I'm counting down the hours until MARGARITA TIME!! I'm making a pitcher, I'm starting early, and I'm not quitting 'til it's all gone. I might not last that long LOL, but I'm sure as hell going to try. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might also note that my blog may be quiet for the next couple of days as I really get cracking on my goal list and get ready for class again on Monday morning. Not sure what kind of blogging routine I'll fall into after that, but I can't imagine it'll be to different than it is now--just random, completely pointless, vomituous (is that even a word?) purging sessions that don't mean anything to anyone but me. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, have a great weekend and the next time you see me, I'll be gloriously (*looks heavenward*) children-who-aren't-mine free. :P&lt;/div&gt;&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/3257798585130406833-455952638137881371?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/455952638137881371/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=455952638137881371" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/455952638137881371?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/455952638137881371?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/08/what.html" title="What?!?!" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SK7IPTn0BVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/24LZvUrgLVc/s72-c/library.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGSXo9eSp7ImA9WxdaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-185321016085847267</id><published>2008-08-20T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:20:28.461-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-20T21:20:28.461-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Working For A Living" /><title>Well...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKzObvZI8CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2zR3e-1Rxys/s1600-h/waitress%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236787442698743842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKzObvZI8CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2zR3e-1Rxys/s200/waitress%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a job. As a waitress. In a place that I worked at while in high school and on and off in college. The first time around. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I pretty much took a step back in time. Heck, I'm even doing the whole college thing again to go right along with the burger-slinging. But, while I'd love to work some place more glamorous--and more fitting to my education--it just wasn't happening. And I can't afford to wait around until something more ideal comes along. My husband thinks it's funnier than hell, but he is seriously glad for the extra money that'll be coming in. Again while I wish the job were a bit better--okay, a lot better--it's super close to home (I could walk if I was ambitious enough) and I'll be making more than I would at an office job, considering tips and whatnot. Oh, and it's part-time, which means...MORE TIME FOR WRITING! Score! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find out my schedule for the next couple of weeks tomorrow, so keep your fingers crossed that I get some decent shifts. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-185321016085847267?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/185321016085847267/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=185321016085847267" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/185321016085847267?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/185321016085847267?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/08/well.html" title="Well..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKzObvZI8CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2zR3e-1Rxys/s72-c/waitress%255B1%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCRHc-eip7ImA9WxdaEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-1008626661536240025</id><published>2008-08-19T22:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:56:05.952-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-20T14:56:05.952-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals" /><title>This Week In Goals</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKuPyq7xTNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IkU1Iezz6Mw/s1600-h/Goals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236437092429548754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKuPyq7xTNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IkU1Iezz6Mw/s200/Goals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inspired by &lt;a href="http://bethannestrasser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Betty&lt;/a&gt; who was inspired by &lt;a href="http://moirakeith.wordpress.com/"&gt;Moira&lt;/a&gt;, I'm going to make a point of blogging my weekly goals, probably every Wednesday night. Complicated story, but as of next week, Wednesday will be like my Friday night, which is usually when I really start to dig into writing for the week. So for the purpose of being publically accountable, we'll consider Wednesday night the beginning of my writing week. :) (And, yeah, I know it's only Tuesday right now. I'll get officially on track next week. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyhoo...my goals this week are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reach 23k in my WIP by Wednesday night. That's 9k in seven days. Cake, I tell ya, cake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finish crit for CP. I want to finish it before I get bogged down with school, which begins on Monday&lt;/em&gt;. DONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a jumpstart on the group review book this month for Romantic Bites. Um...wait. I think we're reviewing next week, which means I'll have to do more than get a start on it--I'll have to finish it. Eek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the first chapters of the books for my upcoming classes. (I know it's not writing related, but, hey, it needs to get done. :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Email CPs/writing friends whom have been very patiently waiting for responses from me. For like...weeks. :( &lt;/em&gt;DONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that'd be all, I think. I better not add anything else or I'll be setting myself up to bomb my goals on the first week. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, tell me...what goals have you set for yourself lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-1008626661536240025?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/1008626661536240025/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=1008626661536240025" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/1008626661536240025?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/1008626661536240025?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-week-in-goals.html" title="This Week In Goals" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKuPyq7xTNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IkU1Iezz6Mw/s72-c/Goals.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGR3k-cSp7ImA9WxdaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-5529496651936496480</id><published>2008-08-19T14:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:05:26.759-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-19T15:05:26.759-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MMLC" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><title>Meet the Cast</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted to do this differently. I wanted to be all organized and tell you all about the main characters in my new WIP--you know, all their conflict and their quirks and their shoe size... But, well, I don't know that stuff yet. Which is really odd for me. I'm just kinda flying by the seat of my pants with this and learning more and more about them every time I sit down to write. However, after playing around online yesterday and not writing more than...700 words?...I found nearly perfect pics of my H and h. Okay, so I had something different in mind for the hero (I wanted him to have spikey hair), but then I saw this pic and fell in love. Seriously. I can't stop looking at it. I even printed it out so I could stare and drool. For motivational purposes, of course. :) But anyhow, without further ado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meet Bryony and AJ (last names yet to be determined). Aren't they gorgeous? I know, I know...too perfect. But...I'll flaw them up somehow. Maybe Bryony will have a sixth toe or something. And AJ...hmm. How about I give him a forked tongue? Wait, no...that could be considered an asset, couldn't it? ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryony...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236320881855618082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKsmGUz23CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8qlDHiKwkKk/s200/bryony6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;AJ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321046301018882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKsmP5asiwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/42JBRv5tqHw/s200/AJNash.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Eddie (antagonist)...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321214067521330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKsmZqZWNzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hA0XQO9zj1Q/s200/cory_grant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ruth (foil/reflective)...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236321576054058658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKsmuu5qbqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_RceKzsj4sk/s200/Ruth1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-5529496651936496480?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/5529496651936496480/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=5529496651936496480" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5529496651936496480?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5529496651936496480?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-cast.html" title="Meet the Cast" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SKsmGUz23CI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8qlDHiKwkKk/s72-c/bryony6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4BSXY-eip7ImA9WxdbGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-3662551997277475034</id><published>2008-08-15T21:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:49:18.852-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-15T21:49:18.852-05:00</app:edited><title>Almost Forgot</title><content type="html">I'd like the thank the lovely &lt;a href="http://moirakeith.wordpress.com/"&gt;Moira Keith&lt;/a&gt; for her creative genius--my new header. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do without you, chica? :P xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-3662551997277475034?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/3662551997277475034/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=3662551997277475034" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/3662551997277475034?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/3662551997277475034?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-forgot.html" title="Almost Forgot" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGRXY6eCp7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-4288948529712575510</id><published>2008-08-15T21:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:02:04.810-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-16T19:02:04.810-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration" /><title>ROFL</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zajTU5h_YGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zajTU5h_YGM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I love this song. But I'm so glad that I didn't see this video until about two minutes ago or I think it would have totally ruined the song for me. 'Course, I was 10 when the song came out and I probably would've thought the video rocked. :P Anyhow, it strikes me as pretty damn funny now. The part where the chick mouths 'I love you' to Eric from the other car and he get's all Dana Carvey/Garth Algar? OMFG. I almost peed my pants. Don't even get me started on the hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the video aside, I love this song and stole the title of it for my WIP. The title I really liked is already on a Blaze in my TBR pile and 'Make Me Lose Control' is probably out there somewhere too, but I'm not looking or it'll burst my bubble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ETA:  I couldn't quite put my finger on it yesterday, but Eric Carmen reminded me of someone.  I finally figured it out!!  CLAY AIKEN!!!  ROFLMFAO...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-4288948529712575510?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/4288948529712575510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=4288948529712575510" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/4288948529712575510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/4288948529712575510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/08/rofl.html" title="ROFL" /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUENSXY7cCp7ImA9WxdbGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257798585130406833.post-5406042440723135108</id><published>2008-08-15T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:28:18.808-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-15T21:28:18.808-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 Days of Blaze" /><title>Er...</title><content type="html">I am hereby suspending '30 Days of Blaze'.  I'm writing again and, if you're a writer too, then you know that anything that's not life-threatening gets pushed to the side when the words are flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that said...it's back to the WIP for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend, y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257798585130406833-5406042440723135108?l=joliekade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/feeds/5406042440723135108/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257798585130406833&amp;postID=5406042440723135108" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5406042440723135108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257798585130406833/posts/default/5406042440723135108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joliekade.blogspot.com/2008/08/er.html" title="Er..." /><author><name>Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547729015953148511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CeZ1T1LL6X8/SM3JTRF7_MI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EnnNYfbZ6Ks/S220/Joliehandsig.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

