<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4927118351477914037</id><updated>2024-09-13T08:58:11.410-04:00</updated><category term="Family"/><category term="Nephews"/><category term="The Daughter"/><category term="Winter Sucks"/><category term="Freelance Writing"/><category term="Mindset Changes"/><category term="Money"/><category term="My Crazy Life"/><category term="Photo Editing"/><category term="Photography"/><category term="Values"/><title type='text'>Living Life MY Way</title><subtitle type='html'>Creating my life, instead of watching it from the sidelines.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167514538661099388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzNAfjzC5x1hqeem3xPmw1PsQaK9utZiAtvMkseH9XYw04uUdJ74u1Iq6RkcHIA4T8UX0-EeqKEfQumQzYrl828yBQtcgDCbidQBbhItUNXlRqo8U4pkhXYs-iR9CKg/s220/1194984709564858695shamrock_symbol_jonadab__01.svg.med.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4927118351477914037.post-7448794934313687597</id><published>2011-02-08T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:40:03.321-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mindset Changes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Values"/><title type='text'>Chasing The All Mighty Dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;img align=&quot;left&quot; src=&quot;http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/d/ds/dspruitt/1335845_ten_cents.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display: inline; float: left;&quot; /&gt;I want to be financially independent and self-sufficient.&amp;nbsp; Like everyone else on the planet.&amp;nbsp; Money is a necessary evil in this world.&amp;nbsp; My mindset however has changed in recent years.&amp;nbsp; Growing up I always wanted to be rich (but never famous), and while that would be nice, now I’m more concerned with just having enough money in the bank that I don’t have to worry so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want a steady stream of income.&amp;nbsp; But more importantly, I want to be able to enjoy my life.&amp;nbsp; I don’t want to spend my every waking moment working for money, because that’s going to shortchange the truly important things in my life.&amp;nbsp; My daughter, my hobbies, becoming more self-sufficient in other ways, the things I really and truly love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I grew up in the 80’s and 90’s when everything was about what you had…the best car, best TV, best house…and bigger was better.&amp;nbsp; It was all about consumerism, and unfortunately, I was at my most susceptible at that point.&amp;nbsp; Too young to really understand what those messages meant, and definitely too young to understand how it would work out in my life.&amp;nbsp; Plus there was the message at home that we never had enough money.&amp;nbsp; I missed out on a lot during my childhood because of that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I no longer want to keep up with the Jones-es, and frankly, they’re up to their eyeballs in debt.&amp;nbsp; Right now, $1000 sounds like a pretty big chunk of change to me, even though realistically that doesn’t go very far in today’s world.&amp;nbsp; I make less then that now.&amp;nbsp; Millions sound unattainable but heavenly.&amp;nbsp; My dream right now is 200 acres of land or more, a big house, a decent car (and a 4 wheel drive vehicle) and just what I need to take care of my family in the way they should be taken care of.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My family is my wealth, not how many dollars I have in the bank.&amp;nbsp; The memories I create with them are priceless.&amp;nbsp; Knowing that I’m doing what I can to take care of my family the best way possible makes me happier then a check or deposit.&amp;nbsp; Money doesn’t make me happy anymore, nor does the stuff I can buy with it.&amp;nbsp; At least most of it.&amp;nbsp; There are some things that money can buy that would make me &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; happy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Above Photo By sxc.hu user &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1335845&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;dspruitt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/7448794934313687597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/7448794934313687597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/2011/02/chasing-all-mighty-dollar.html' title='Chasing The All Mighty Dollar'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167514538661099388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzNAfjzC5x1hqeem3xPmw1PsQaK9utZiAtvMkseH9XYw04uUdJ74u1Iq6RkcHIA4T8UX0-EeqKEfQumQzYrl828yBQtcgDCbidQBbhItUNXlRqo8U4pkhXYs-iR9CKg/s220/1194984709564858695shamrock_symbol_jonadab__01.svg.med.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4927118351477914037.post-2949543428002119530</id><published>2011-02-07T17:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:06:18.813-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photo Editing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photography"/><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>One of my goals this year is to take my photography to the next level.&amp;nbsp; Among many other things, of course.&lt;br /&gt;
Sheer honesty time, the only camera I use is my Kodak EasyShare C813. It’s the only digital camera I own.&amp;nbsp; I also have no photo editing skills.&amp;nbsp; All the photos I’ve posted have been straight off the camera, and I’ve never figured out how to use the onboard editing tools either.&amp;nbsp; I know how to do the very basics, as in resize, crop, sharpen…but other then that, nothing.&amp;nbsp; And I know literally nothing about Photoshop.&amp;nbsp; I don’t even own Photoshop, as amazing as that might sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Obviously, there is a large amount of gaps in photography for me.&amp;nbsp; And if there is one thing I cannot stand, its gaps in knowledge.&amp;nbsp; While the C813 is a good little point and shoot I think, there is so much that annoys me about it.&amp;nbsp; For one thing, even with ISO changes, it takes horrible night shots.&amp;nbsp; And there is nothing I love to take a picture of more then the moon on..well…anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m looking at (and have added to my honkin Amazon Wish List) one of these bad boys.&amp;nbsp; From what I’ve read, it looks to do everything I need it to.&amp;nbsp; It’s the Nikon D3100, though the D7000 looks real purty too.&amp;nbsp; But considering I’ve never owned a DSLR before, and I’ve only played with my Dad’s Canon Rebel XTi.&amp;nbsp; So I really have very little experience with working with a camera like this, but I know it will do far more then my puny C813.&amp;nbsp; I also debated getting one of Canon’s DSLRs, but I love how Nikon’s photos come out straight off the camera.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m a bit of a photo junkie, and while I take semi-decent photos with my C813, I really want to expand my world.&amp;nbsp; Which means its time to save up for a decent camera, some good editing software…and actually learn how to use both.&lt;br /&gt;
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What camera do you use?&amp;nbsp; And do you Photoshop/edit your photos?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I can get back to the business of living, writing &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge89Vyj4kowj8Y8GS6Sd427nhFbr6npww05qZaV9zsHhjavpkgSuOMyLI5artHAeiWJsLSWRajD2MxsodDNYQQsCFal244bo2Pj2X8MXK9Np-OWXQLhACPia0rMZCJt7-g4avnR9ZKoGj8/s1600-h/025%5B4%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;025&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: right; background-image: none; border-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;242&quot; alt=&quot;025&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWcDU74z-m31G46AqO8IcBuveAN1n7J-4s6ncjbNOqeoyzSRqbu898P5Cy1BL6OBwmOEoTL97D335-646Sf-uz2DYldaHNwFrDHsNpmnxJ25QJqprYD-fiRW5h2Z1jYmozPF5PwKuLXRm/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;182&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and damn, cleaning.&amp;nbsp; My house is completely trashed from their two week stay…its amazing what three kids can do compared to one.&amp;nbsp; And I just didn’t have the energy to stay on top of it, so really its my fault.&amp;nbsp; This Momma does not do good on very little sleep, let me tell you, especially not when its sudden.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can say with heartfelt sincerity that I will NOT do this again.&amp;nbsp; In my current place and where I’m at in life, it’s just too much.&amp;nbsp; Way too damn much.&amp;nbsp; There really isn’t any room for them here, and my house is definitely not childproof, although I tried before they showed up.&amp;nbsp; Nothing like a couple of toddlers to show you where you messed up!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No matter how cute they are.&amp;nbsp; During the day, fine…overnight once or twice okay.&amp;nbsp; But for two weeks straight?&amp;nbsp; Nuh uh, not happening.&amp;nbsp; I’m too old for that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3xPpsxO5T-vVUAkysZJRWzshb1vVxHQhkk8walieSUol8ymq4j3h9VVeYHDQScQFGjKMhwC_kz1rPZYDgCR8MgwVqx7oY04mF42SWYbictu8FEsPdqQRHzOcQbFsxdumW2HGsv7r0aE6/s1600-h/032%5B4%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;032&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;182&quot; alt=&quot;032&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT2DdUtWEarZdTQC5JYrnNLlzv7ySpXpy35k1VCvmvshV0Syun74gN1qRzfOElLObmFMh3sE5Mk815ekxihszRdQgDCEXuMPzmvcUoBWD_NN6nxfxvIXgm1wjr_7PUsbDB8mgylR_gmrzv/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;242&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, and that “big” snow storm we were supposed to get?&amp;nbsp; 4 whopping inches.&amp;nbsp; Of course it did change to freezing rain, with some thunder and lightning action.&amp;nbsp; That’s twice in the past two years there has been thunder and lightning during the winter…something I never saw before as a kid growing up here.&amp;nbsp; Never.&amp;nbsp; The closest I had ever gotten to lightning during the winter was the glow of the shocks we received any time we touched anything…got to love static electricity.&amp;nbsp; Not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It started out so pretty too.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/1102304387491198173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/1102304387491198173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-house-is-mine-again.html' title='My House Is Mine Again!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167514538661099388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzNAfjzC5x1hqeem3xPmw1PsQaK9utZiAtvMkseH9XYw04uUdJ74u1Iq6RkcHIA4T8UX0-EeqKEfQumQzYrl828yBQtcgDCbidQBbhItUNXlRqo8U4pkhXYs-iR9CKg/s220/1194984709564858695shamrock_symbol_jonadab__01.svg.med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWcDU74z-m31G46AqO8IcBuveAN1n7J-4s6ncjbNOqeoyzSRqbu898P5Cy1BL6OBwmOEoTL97D335-646Sf-uz2DYldaHNwFrDHsNpmnxJ25QJqprYD-fiRW5h2Z1jYmozPF5PwKuLXRm/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4927118351477914037.post-6463610713784530818</id><published>2011-02-05T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T16:02:09.668-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nephews"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Daughter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Winter Sucks"/><title type='text'>Oh Summer, How I Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate winter.&amp;nbsp; I despise cold.&amp;nbsp; Yet I live in Maine.&amp;nbsp; Smart move eh?&amp;nbsp; Considering I was&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9rHsi14ZFsS2pG81QhoKiUNHNTtp_ZqMbWpuLT2b-Sss28TDhhtH_pPTEZSYp_3sGS6BRdNv_sD0oUnfJPOOz7zU2MC0x8Er6aFUAGxpeEMkNogZmpnq1ZoWgUaFERS8k3Ok1TShj48RH/s1600-h/022%5B12%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;022&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: right; background-image: none; border-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;331&quot; alt=&quot;022&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4NeXTezCMlo3L_XWIRXtKktI4UhM_0twERW8V5wYXkUy51_i_5iqpBafYEx8Brob5pwi0QhbAYYwGZaHXXAwKTFOHI3DNpkod5pL-EQfm1E3Eqn_W4aCQR1mAJ_vxI7jkn4LkzvvgQbH/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;277&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; born and raised here, you would think I wouldn’t mind the cold so much.&amp;nbsp; You would think wrong, anything below 75 is considered cold to me.&amp;nbsp; And considering how broke I am right now, my thermostat never gets that high.&amp;nbsp; Oil prices are &lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt; folks!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the end of January, I’m dreaming of warm weather, budding trees and gardening.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention that I live in &lt;em&gt;Maine&lt;/em&gt;?!&amp;nbsp; I won’t see that until April, unless we are exceedingly lucky and it warms up in March (which is a winter month people!).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Currently it’s a balmy 34 degrees outside, the sun has been shining all day…until about an hour ago.&amp;nbsp; Yup, you guessed it, there is another storm coming our way.&amp;nbsp; The Daughter is thrilled…me not so much.&amp;nbsp; Especially with how warm it is, that means lots of heavy, sticky snowman snow.&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&amp;nbsp; And guess who gets to do &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; that shoveling?&amp;nbsp; That’s right, me.&amp;nbsp; With my herniated disc and nerve damage.&amp;nbsp; I hate winter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLYQCYnyfyBYgUWdLkZr65Em9khKUUkQYgPzcWAf_IvISu8CBmV9Olhn9sqhdDl9z04sGHe5HfGaf_hazrkBUi4XChRgFIZiTnNGwcOa-6JpdmyEyOuxlh7i-aBF76g1TKWSuIgCx39D8/s1600-h/021%5B7%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;021&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;242&quot; alt=&quot;021&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gCnbmfQIBvK0iMJ6x5vZJRRUZlOnUhT6deh8UMXzwnCk5o_h93pmI5HchtqeF4kHzgr_co-1YomaZSUYAhajSkzG9wv7Ju2o0jTvbGZRjJ_AMA5UEUzFE-FV78n658nIqrXkGLqz9RtG/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;182&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of course, on the upside…I don’t have to deal with tornados, hurricanes, poisonous animals and any number of horrid things.&amp;nbsp; It’s a trade off I guess.&amp;nbsp; Which will make me feel better come spring and summer, but not right now.&amp;nbsp; Because its cold, dreary, and basically I’m utterly miserable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRgmOA9fhq0lTngZAL3auzhji31C4pLqTMAPnekz6Flhq6a-MAQRgYGQ-KukZFeF00MeCckAnt8DpkZsLU8MJGixPHP9F9u3YU8Jd5m-6_usCBRaMwFmSA_1UVK9JniZqyQs-hUtH19A3/s1600-h/014%5B4%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;014&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; background-image: none; border-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;242&quot; alt=&quot;014&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1zWASQAKSdPGwByvr3tu0whJQrhJECQ-17D6YKR_E7OiAtGdNKsNVO7wYe4q6enGJZnM5aIOFg-ow6EbBA-_1xLjq8osDKLYO7zUr1oDu-IQplUMzlcRW0gqwc_-RnDAtJE36w7hppO-/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;182&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyyDDs5EROxHo0YX5kKQSEkS301J2h1vuHPnSXx4TyNYIiOA7Pb7htKhN0bcOXC9g5b3g9j1leSziXE9ENFgvn5tAjlBoh9Cqt4wdL2XcH9tPreZdoaictthM65QDX8-nnYmubbPvU9XS/s1600-h/014%5B9%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;014&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; background-image: none; border-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;182&quot; alt=&quot;014&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6N_0AIowAl1EXTXPiYyopy42zFROxaiPGcqdA-c1XzWzrqB0eAqy5rSaKo-_om_7et1CIxrrHPmHk_-6U2HXKR4oD_zuEib529kYrUGwiZzSYRd1dBXVPB60LX3YRRrx90C9ZuUMkOby/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;242&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Doesn’t help that I’m stuck inside taking care of two extra children, and my patience is seriously &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I love my nephews, but I’m so done with being their “Momma.”&amp;nbsp; Are the gypsies still buying children?&amp;nbsp; Because I think I could get a good price for these two…although they might request a refund for sheer whininess.&amp;nbsp; They’re cute as a button when they aren’t fussing their small diaper laden butts off.&amp;nbsp; Which isn’t often, because both kids came to me sick.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3wqEQg9PWFPEbNNjQByu86hGhrCJBwFGYmnoZ8ajSH1N-FEbXn1SbxGSBwF_ZrPI7lyCNSMw6s7cVhfUOSLm6831GDIxSyrCX8zwUeWrEXTt8J2DlXMJBLYSKVP0gi2pqhlOXByxKeOd/s1600-h/073%5B4%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;073&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;182&quot; alt=&quot;073&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKmK6cvXMwV-Zw3_qmj3v634fI0X9R10fjcD0jTgq8AuwcwOJpQqZw2RXB8H-E8XGhHYwDpaG8f4XRK6dVyJbD0-GHJMJ53OexkpjbJ37jdmOti6c_xfeRCY1CgyZ7Smy_4CKENVCRIwO/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;242&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which got The Daughter sick.&amp;nbsp; Not like she needed help in that department, with an extremely compromised immune system.&amp;nbsp; Apparently none of us thought this through too well.&amp;nbsp; And the medication she is on makes her extremely moody, as well as excessively hungry and blowing up like a balloon on a helium tank.&amp;nbsp; I want my mostly well mannered child back, instead of this screaming banshee from the depths of hell she has become.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHf4c5xJVPI6wtiBv3CiVeeLqYSAN4FtYJRDaRxJQEpJv7nhxeFUq2Cfjiw0ry7xyP0mK3Ow9fCj3ZbH29CRLqilun7n0XEFN2gVg5W1MZFDCiLuXvW89BaACAMlRzkW28DS5q9zPiXjM/s1600-h/075%5B4%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;075&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; background-image: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;182&quot; alt=&quot;075&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi8UNEMVSJZliq-InN0giog_p7Qqt1m0mN9IBzN4IrkS4eB7Nvd48qV88wtmN6yNokh2_g1fGwRwjBtVMRLvtRUrm75P-6Lss4SMq2XX4zKtrbBosDAbzmTgh8zGKYNleQdYGOSa1MYJtf/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;242&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This though, this makes my heart sing a little bit.&amp;nbsp; My goofy girl is still in there somewhere.&amp;nbsp; Just a lot harder to find these small moments now.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/feeds/6463610713784530818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-summer-how-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/6463610713784530818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/6463610713784530818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-summer-how-i-miss-you.html' title='Oh Summer, How I Miss You'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167514538661099388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzNAfjzC5x1hqeem3xPmw1PsQaK9utZiAtvMkseH9XYw04uUdJ74u1Iq6RkcHIA4T8UX0-EeqKEfQumQzYrl828yBQtcgDCbidQBbhItUNXlRqo8U4pkhXYs-iR9CKg/s220/1194984709564858695shamrock_symbol_jonadab__01.svg.med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4NeXTezCMlo3L_XWIRXtKktI4UhM_0twERW8V5wYXkUy51_i_5iqpBafYEx8Brob5pwi0QhbAYYwGZaHXXAwKTFOHI3DNpkod5pL-EQfm1E3Eqn_W4aCQR1mAJ_vxI7jkn4LkzvvgQbH/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4927118351477914037.post-7482463176772307710</id><published>2011-02-04T12:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:10:40.457-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Freelance Writing"/><title type='text'>My First Year As A Freelance Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Jf-CTa0KyZp7ohUpRYsswv00EJkAqf_2q3lQ_8fqLNe-RPn28T730uOB-qo5SNPZL6nt7e0u5zOFcr3xCPt8sFAWXYkpa6sgDestMiGW6HUC0Mj8oPiToiMtoNs4HlFMmt-4NpPrDC5E/s1600-h/My%20First%20Year%20As%20A%20Freelance%20Writer%5B5%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;My First Year As A Freelance Writer&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: right; background-image: none; border-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;184&quot; alt=&quot;My First Year As A Freelance Writer&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6dYs3GRFqA6zoErgZpH1l5aZuHkf9TioKjDb1vLJiyFDsSuNb4vghtEQZbAokd887UsprNjN33uy5rbxjlBpHK6z_2TR6g9lpS1Ii1fr1o8K7XHGMMsPFsiNOeF_YWk-fwYI5CN3br-0/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sucked.&amp;nbsp; Enough said.&amp;nbsp; I made some money, but not nearly enough to get me off the state’s teat.&amp;nbsp; Granted, a lot happened in my personal life last year that needed my full attention, so I’m not kicking myself too hard.&amp;nbsp; Family comes first, which is the main reason I’m exploring freelance writing.&amp;nbsp; There were a lot of lessons learned in the past year though.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing like starting your own business to make glaringly obvious your faults and weaknesses.&amp;nbsp; Freelance writing is no different, it strips you bare to the forces of nature that surround you and leaves you bleeding and broken in the small moments of calm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson One&lt;/strong&gt;: You have to have time management skills.&amp;nbsp; I’m not talking about being able to make it places on time.&amp;nbsp; You really need a strong background in time management, because there are way too many distractions, unless all the writing is done in a vacuum.&amp;nbsp; There always be a phone ringing, housework to do, kids screaming bloody murder for attention, family members pressing you to help them with this or that, or a myriad of other things.&amp;nbsp; It never ends, and somehow you need to figure out how to get some writing done.&amp;nbsp; Which leads me to my next hard learned lesson.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson Two&lt;/strong&gt;: Murphy’s Law hates you.&amp;nbsp; For those few souls who are unaware of what Murphy’s Law is (and for that I might just have to seriously hurt you), Murphy’s Law states basically that whatever can go wrong, will.&amp;nbsp; Get comfortable with Murphy, he’s going to become your best friend.&amp;nbsp; Be prepared for all your goals to go flying out the window regularly due to a major catastrophe, and it will be one that allows you NO writing time and requires your full attention.&amp;nbsp; And usually will cause you to be running around like a chicken with its head cut off, living off of nicotine, caffeine and a distinct lack of sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson Three&lt;/strong&gt;: Be prepared to work your ass off.&amp;nbsp; Unlike a regular job where you clock in and get paid whether you goof off, socialize or bum around, if you don’t do the work, you don’t get the money.&amp;nbsp; There is no “safety net” of pay, you don’t get paid to show up.&amp;nbsp; Nor will you get rich quick, frankly you’ll be lucky if you make enough to barely scrape by.&amp;nbsp; Especially if lesson one and two come into play.&amp;nbsp; Being a freelance writer isn’t for the faint hearted and shy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There were more lessons learned, but those are my top three that I will be working with this coming year.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I definitely plan to continue to grow my freelance business.&amp;nbsp; I love the work, and it allows me to stay home with my daughter.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, that’s far more important to me then the money I have or don’t have in the bank.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, the joy of being home all day doesn’t pay the bills, so its back to working my tail off.&amp;nbsp; After the boys leave.&amp;nbsp; I’m not that insane yet.&amp;nbsp; I have financial goals this year, as there are some major things I wish to save up for, like a new place that ISN’T falling down around my ears, summer camp for The Daughter, and maybe eventually a car that isn’t going to break down on me every time I turn around.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So we go back to lesson three: work my ass off.&amp;nbsp; Here’s to a better 2011!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above photo by sxc.hu user &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1320575&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/feeds/7482463176772307710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-year-as-freelance-writer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/7482463176772307710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/7482463176772307710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-year-as-freelance-writer.html' title='My First Year As A Freelance Writer'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167514538661099388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzNAfjzC5x1hqeem3xPmw1PsQaK9utZiAtvMkseH9XYw04uUdJ74u1Iq6RkcHIA4T8UX0-EeqKEfQumQzYrl828yBQtcgDCbidQBbhItUNXlRqo8U4pkhXYs-iR9CKg/s220/1194984709564858695shamrock_symbol_jonadab__01.svg.med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6dYs3GRFqA6zoErgZpH1l5aZuHkf9TioKjDb1vLJiyFDsSuNb4vghtEQZbAokd887UsprNjN33uy5rbxjlBpHK6z_2TR6g9lpS1Ii1fr1o8K7XHGMMsPFsiNOeF_YWk-fwYI5CN3br-0/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4927118351477914037.post-2819244277077407625</id><published>2011-02-03T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:39:44.553-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nephews"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Daughter"/><title type='text'>Looking Through My Daughter’s Eyes</title><content type='html'>Apparently my daughter thinks my stories of growing up are actually interesting.&amp;nbsp; Who knew?&amp;nbsp; I sure didn’t, until she asked a question and we started talking about some experiences I had when growing up.&amp;nbsp; Talk about a shocking revelation, my daughter actually thinks I’m interesting!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRZQMdRy4Je39UMV0BtYaJt0SiI6MgLRhqeOrlGkWjcisLT-NebA4pWM03PvcVTllnOXvuV4j2cg6-NO6uKq9WJp_VxxoxuVnGK4sCFNVm3-wJ1dXkhGDMTPk3-8a1xZu_kvduCsASs-4/s1600-h/012%5B11%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;The Daughter With Cousin C&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;246&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoB4fquPMpsn_MwxnLbeSqP4gDyzDMvMT-qfJA9LfTpLC8GnrfsRd0N-3vxVWOd3RjOZ_sP5Hl3vZ8tVlNTHUzly8-FOrZAzQaluYLiKFCTSTRG2D7lbrvjqdmTwHV6qM1zKsrOF7pNuOP/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;The Daughter With Cousin C&quot; width=&quot;186&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She’s almost 8, which to me seems to be a magical time when your parents are still interesting people.&amp;nbsp; She also finds humor in things I didn’t at her age, and it was fun to relate some old stories of myself at that age and listen to her laugh with joy.&amp;nbsp; Of course there were a few moments where I felt rather…aged…as apparently such things are not done today.&amp;nbsp; But she rather enjoyed listening to my bygone days, and I have the feeling there will be many more questions about my growing up years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;wlWriterEditableSmartContent&quot; id=&quot;scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:3c27e133-0763-4af3-8e2f-4c69011cc305&quot; style=&quot;display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;4788b321-399d-4126-999e-0a9ce63e3851&quot; style=&quot;display: inline; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;277&quot; width=&quot;448&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/zd4glTieQVw?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/zd4glTieQVw?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;448&quot; height=&quot;277&quot;&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; font-size: .8em; width: 448px;&quot;&gt;Some play time with my daughter and two nephews.  Good fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now its time to go back to the land of screaming babies that aren’t mine.&amp;nbsp; I need a nap…</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2819244277077407625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/2011/02/looking-through-my-daughters-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/2819244277077407625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/2819244277077407625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/2011/02/looking-through-my-daughters-eyes.html' title='Looking Through My Daughter’s Eyes'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167514538661099388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzNAfjzC5x1hqeem3xPmw1PsQaK9utZiAtvMkseH9XYw04uUdJ74u1Iq6RkcHIA4T8UX0-EeqKEfQumQzYrl828yBQtcgDCbidQBbhItUNXlRqo8U4pkhXYs-iR9CKg/s220/1194984709564858695shamrock_symbol_jonadab__01.svg.med.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoB4fquPMpsn_MwxnLbeSqP4gDyzDMvMT-qfJA9LfTpLC8GnrfsRd0N-3vxVWOd3RjOZ_sP5Hl3vZ8tVlNTHUzly8-FOrZAzQaluYLiKFCTSTRG2D7lbrvjqdmTwHV6qM1zKsrOF7pNuOP/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4927118351477914037.post-1276796102959837107</id><published>2011-02-02T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:17:36.695-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Crazy Life"/><title type='text'>My Life - Sheer Insanity</title><content type='html'>Yup, my life is pretty stinkin crazy lately. &amp;nbsp;It all started last September, when my Mom had her car accident. &amp;nbsp;That started the never ending running around to the hospital, grocery shopping for Dad and basically taking care of my family. &amp;nbsp;Queue October, when Mom dies due to a local hospital (who shall remain nameless) who&amp;nbsp;suffocated&amp;nbsp;her. &amp;nbsp;Nice eh? &amp;nbsp;That increases the insanity, plus we are entering into the holidays. &amp;nbsp;Nothing has gone even semi-right for this family since September, and as the &quot;responsible&quot; one (which is highly debatable) I&#39;m the one left holding the bag.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what do I do when all this insanity hits? &amp;nbsp;Curl up under my covers and cry? &amp;nbsp;Hell no, I decide that I&#39;m going to live my stupid life the way I want to and everyone else be damned. &amp;nbsp;Which will start shortly after my nephews leave my place of residence, because yes I got lured into being the &quot;helpful&quot; one yet again. &amp;nbsp;Does that mean that life is miraculously going to get better? &amp;nbsp;Probably not, at least not in this family. &amp;nbsp;Especially with the endless rounds of doctor&#39;s appointments the Daughter needs now. &amp;nbsp;She was diagnosed with autoimmune hepatitis in January, after the poor kid turned yellower then the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have goals for this year, which not surprisingly haven&#39;t really been touched since the beginning of January. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve been too busy reacting to act. &amp;nbsp;But once these trolls...I mean children...leave, its so on! &amp;nbsp;After I spend a day or two recuperating from the THREE weeks I will have had them if all goes to plan. &amp;nbsp;Someone save me now please? &amp;nbsp;Anyone want a nearly one year old? &amp;nbsp;He&#39;s free for the taking, and I&#39;ll send some headache meds with you when you go. &amp;nbsp;Trust me, you&#39;ll need them...he&#39;s a fusser and screamer. &amp;nbsp;I think I&#39;ve had a&amp;nbsp;permanent&amp;nbsp;headache for the past three days.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone want to change places at least for a day or so?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/feeds/1276796102959837107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-life-sheer-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/1276796102959837107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4927118351477914037/posts/default/1276796102959837107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglife-myway.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-life-sheer-insanity.html' title='My Life - Sheer Insanity'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167514538661099388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzNAfjzC5x1hqeem3xPmw1PsQaK9utZiAtvMkseH9XYw04uUdJ74u1Iq6RkcHIA4T8UX0-EeqKEfQumQzYrl828yBQtcgDCbidQBbhItUNXlRqo8U4pkhXYs-iR9CKg/s220/1194984709564858695shamrock_symbol_jonadab__01.svg.med.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>