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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCSHwyfCp7ImA9WhRVF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665</id><updated>2012-01-17T04:26:09.294-05:00</updated><category term="children" /><category term="babysitting" /><category term="little girls" /><title>Jessies' Earth</title><subtitle type="html">Taking one day at a time</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/PHUO" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/phuo" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAMRn46eip7ImA9WhZREEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-2414564859255014674</id><published>2011-04-05T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T18:49:47.012-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-05T18:49:47.012-04:00</app:edited><title>why don't I do this more often?</title><content type="html">Today I have all the windows open; &amp;nbsp;the sunshine is pouring in and I"m cleaning; completely redoing the room and cleaning underneath everything; &amp;nbsp;I call it the big haul and I did NOT realize how much it needed it. Ye gads! The kids have been little help, although mia did work on the bathroom on her own which was very appreciated. Joel &amp;nbsp;wants to help, but quickly gives up for more 'important' things. &amp;nbsp;I filled up a large trash bag of things that were trash or that I had deemed as trash. I moved clothes from one room to the other; getting everything put away. &amp;nbsp;Everything was swept and straightened and as I sit; there is very little left to do. &amp;nbsp; What suprises me is how GOOD I feel. &amp;nbsp;I feel refreshed and happy, albeit tired and achy. &amp;nbsp;If somethign like this can make me feel so good; why dont' I do it more often?? &amp;nbsp;that is the question of the day. &amp;nbsp;I now have to work on the kitchen; but I will do that soon. &amp;nbsp;Right now I have to rest so that my back doesn't go out. &amp;nbsp;I have to be very careful with my back; it is pretty tricky. &amp;nbsp;anyway, i want to look back at this post sometime and say.. oh yeah; cleaning does make me feel better; it's just hard to get the get up and go to do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-2414564859255014674?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/knNRBSAtLJA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/2414564859255014674/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=2414564859255014674&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/2414564859255014674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/2414564859255014674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/knNRBSAtLJA/why-dont-i-do-this-more-often.html" title="why don't I do this more often?" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-dont-i-do-this-more-often.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcFSHw8fSp7ImA9Wx5WF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-24614510282130793</id><published>2010-09-28T18:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:30:19.275-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-28T18:30:19.275-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://jannawilson.typepad.com/downloads/house%20of%205.pdf"&gt;http://jannawilson.typepad.com/downloads/house%20of%205.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-24614510282130793?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/1r1f6HHbgC8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/24614510282130793/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=24614510282130793&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/24614510282130793?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/24614510282130793?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/1r1f6HHbgC8/httpjannawilson.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2010/09/httpjannawilson.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQCQXw7fyp7ImA9Wx5TFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-5022414969726997654</id><published>2010-07-31T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:46:00.207-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-31T13:46:00.207-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yes I know what you think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You never shut-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yeah I can hear that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I said sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;
And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;
Silent All These Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Years go by&lt;br /&gt;
Will I still be waiting&lt;br /&gt;
For somebody else to understand&lt;br /&gt;
Years go by&lt;br /&gt;
If I'm stripped of my beauty&lt;br /&gt;
And the orange clouds&lt;br /&gt;
Raining in head&lt;br /&gt;
Years go by&lt;br /&gt;
Will I choke on my tears&lt;br /&gt;
Till finally there is nothing left&lt;br /&gt;
One more casualty&lt;br /&gt;
You know we're too easy Easy Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well I love the way we communicate&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape&lt;br /&gt;
Let's hear what you think of me now&lt;br /&gt;
But baby don't look up&lt;br /&gt;
The sky is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-5022414969726997654?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/i6aT3oVcWik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/5022414969726997654/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=5022414969726997654&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/5022414969726997654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/5022414969726997654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/i6aT3oVcWik/yes-i-know-what-you-think-of-me-you.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2010/07/yes-i-know-what-you-think-of-me-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECR3k6eyp7ImA9WxFTFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-7018859717855139804</id><published>2010-04-05T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:14:26.713-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-05T13:14:26.713-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">http://www.bellaonline.net/articles/art41842.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have a feeling of dread? That sense in your gut that something is not quite right? Your limbic system is responsible for that sensation. Your body is preparing for “fight or flight”, taking in sensory information and feeding it to the hypothalamus and thalamus. Think of them as the phone operators of long ago who directed the important calls to everyone. The hypothalamus directs them to the endocrine system, where hormones are released. It even controls how urgently those signals are perceived using neuropeptides. The thalamus directs those signals to the cerebral cortex, where decision making occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://newideas.net/adhd/different-types-adhd/depression-limbic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those with this depressive type of ADHD are often:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inattentive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a chronic sadness or low-grade depression&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seem to be negative, or apathetic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have low energy levels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They just do not seem to care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They often feel worthless, or helpless, or hopeles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;http://forums.intpcentral.com/forumdisplay.php?f=11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://helpingpsychology.com/hoarding-behavior-uncluttering-the-mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.asktheinternettherapist.com/counselingarchive_attentiondeficitdisorder_ADD.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t is theorized that our usual ability to screen out and attend to stimuli of our choice is impaired with these individuals. I like to think of it as going to the mall during the summer. It is too bright and there are too many people around, but it is not overwhelming. However, at Christmas time after a couple of hours at the mall people are so over-stimulated that it is hard to find the car. People with ADD feel this way almost all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-7018859717855139804?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/f1teeHlAGZY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/7018859717855139804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=7018859717855139804&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/7018859717855139804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/7018859717855139804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/f1teeHlAGZY/httpwww.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpwww.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IERHc5eip7ImA9WxBaFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-6694078700508042523</id><published>2010-03-27T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:18:25.922-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-27T10:18:25.922-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">It's amazing how just the right thing said at the right time can make you believe in humanity again.  There I was the other night, despondant, down on myself, hurtting alot; and my darling husband swooped in and actually said 'just the right thing'   Now don't get me wrong there is many a times he has said 'just the wrong thing' or 'not quite the right thing' but actually hearing 'just the right thing' made my broken heart soar.  Just lifted me up and made me feel that all wold be fine, that he loved me and appreciated me all in one swoop.  I love him so much, those moments of clarity and kindess speaks volumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-6694078700508042523?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/n6yeDZt2kXs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/6694078700508042523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=6694078700508042523&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/6694078700508042523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/6694078700508042523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/n6yeDZt2kXs/its-amazing-how-just-right-thing-said.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-amazing-how-just-right-thing-said.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQGRng8fSp7ImA9WxBQFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-4461476854280731663</id><published>2010-01-13T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:58:47.675-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-13T20:58:47.675-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MzQzNDI1OTk1MyZwdD*xMjYzNDM*MzIzMTcxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1hYmU1MmNmYWZkZGU*NzllOGQyNDZmYjljMGFlYWVmNyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/DSCN0100.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-4461476854280731663?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/umZhzAbpnoI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/4461476854280731663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=4461476854280731663&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/4461476854280731663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/4461476854280731663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/umZhzAbpnoI/blog-post.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIHQHw_cCp7ImA9WxBQFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-7221978280252019835</id><published>2010-01-13T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:55:31.248-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-13T19:55:31.248-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">What I love about my new baby is his beautiful smile. He smiles everyday around 7 pm. he adores me and I don't even know why. maybe I'm awesome anyway :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-7221978280252019835?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/UMvu3T8MWOA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/7221978280252019835/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=7221978280252019835&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/7221978280252019835?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/7221978280252019835?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/UMvu3T8MWOA/what-i-love-about-my-new-baby-is-his.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-love-about-my-new-baby-is-his.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEHRHs9fyp7ImA9WxBRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-7784592930197588815</id><published>2010-01-08T16:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:53:55.567-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-08T16:53:55.567-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;why am I still kind of friendless?&lt;/strong&gt;        &lt;hr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" size="1"&gt;    &lt;!-- / icon and title --&gt;         &lt;!-- message --&gt;   &lt;div id="post_message_8798396"&gt;How do you make friends? Everyone seems to have their own group of friends without needing any new ones. I am really interested in making some friends. I have pretty much just had my two sisters that are in town as my friends, but they have other friends and I really would like to have some friends of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I say to people to get them interested? &lt;br /&gt;How do I keep from being nervous and just not talking when I am around them?&lt;br /&gt;Can I even think of making friends when I have three kids? maybe I shouldn't even be thinking of me right now.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I have no social skills.  What can I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am especially interested in making real friends on facebook. There are several people on my facebook that I am semi-friends with irl. I want to be able to talk to them on facebook and make actual irl friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really nervous and I think sometimes I get paranoid that people are thinking badly of me. I need to find a way to get past that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-7784592930197588815?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/fZ05V2Vb9Vk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/7784592930197588815/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=7784592930197588815&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/7784592930197588815?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/7784592930197588815?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/fZ05V2Vb9Vk/why-am-i-still-kind-of-friendless-how.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-am-i-still-kind-of-friendless-how.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFQHg6eSp7ImA9WxBRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-8739890067511167981</id><published>2010-01-08T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:53:31.611-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-08T16:53:31.611-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">"People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; Forgive them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies; Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them, anyway." - Mother Teresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-8739890067511167981?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/alA2fBRSkHI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/8739890067511167981/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=8739890067511167981&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/8739890067511167981?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/8739890067511167981?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/alA2fBRSkHI/people-are-often-unreasonable-illogical.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-are-often-unreasonable-illogical.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4BQ3o-eip7ImA9WxBRFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-8823248535612828615</id><published>2010-01-04T23:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:15:52.452-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-04T23:15:52.452-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">thought about posting this on facebook and instead to decided to post it here; no one looks here anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pbs special 'this emotional life' was really good and I only watched the part on relationships and bullying so far..  The part on bullying made me cry. I thought I'd gotten over that stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-8823248535612828615?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/Cg0avFDtIlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/8823248535612828615/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=8823248535612828615&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/8823248535612828615?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/8823248535612828615?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/Cg0avFDtIlI/thought-about-posting-this-on-facebook.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2010/01/thought-about-posting-this-on-facebook.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEESHsyfSp7ImA9WxBRE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-487370066190367838</id><published>2010-01-01T00:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:26:49.595-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-01T00:26:49.595-05:00</app:edited><title>2009 be gone w/ YA</title><content type="html">I laugh in the face of 2009; it is gone and it is history. The petite mal seizures that were yesterday, (so to speak) the misery of everyday nausea that ended in the birth of my beautiful young son.  All history.  I begin 2010 with laughter, peace, and quiet. My husband was upstairs with the children watching star trek and I and my newborn asleep beside me; We watched Julie and Julia; and it was such a happy  peaceful movie.  I am going to have a good year this year.  This year we began at home and as a family.  Slightly larger then the year before, but then again that can only be good right?    I am glad that 2009 ended and I hope that next year I have more health at this point then I did this year.  I was pretty sick from pregnancy all year and I actually gave up through Aug until Betty came and saved me in November.  I thank goodness for her and her good will.  Pull me out of my sickness and slumber into the world of the living once more and in time for my baby boy.  I learned that worry can make you sick, and I learned that there is no point in giving upl the world just keeps twirling whether you make an appearance or not.  I learned I need people, and friends.. but not dramatic ones.  I need peace in my life and i have decided to fight for it.  (if that makes sense) this year I am going to not give up, just because I am sick for months from pregnancy, or the flu and back pains.  or whatever life throws at me this year.  I do not live this life  for anyonebut my babies, Jehovah and myself and IF I can please most of them, I am doing well.  I am going to push on and I am going to make my goals.  2010..  BRING IT ON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-487370066190367838?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/AiNXIg-ts9g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/487370066190367838/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=487370066190367838&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/487370066190367838?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/487370066190367838?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/AiNXIg-ts9g/2009-be-gone-w-ya.html" title="2009 be gone w/ YA" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-be-gone-w-ya.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHQ3g6fCp7ImA9WxNQE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-1968858578655957490</id><published>2009-09-19T12:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:35:32.614-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-19T12:35:32.614-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.widdlytinks.com/myfamily/stick/stickfamily.swf" flashvars="t1=Brian, Jessica + 1, Joel, Amelia and Charlie&amp;amp;t2=The Meece Family&amp;amp;sc=0x669900&amp;amp;pv1=1&amp;amp;pn1=21&amp;amp;px1=243.55&amp;amp;pf1=1&amp;amp;pv2=1&amp;amp;pn2=11&amp;amp;px2=180.8&amp;amp;pf2=0&amp;amp;pv3=1&amp;amp;pn3=31&amp;amp;px3=317.85&amp;amp;pf3=1&amp;amp;pv4=1&amp;amp;pn4=1&amp;amp;px4=128.8&amp;amp;pf4=0&amp;amp;pv5=1&amp;amp;pn5=37&amp;amp;px5=358.8&amp;amp;pf5=1" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="500" height="230" name="My Stick Family" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.widdlytinks.com/"&gt;My Stick Family from WiddlyTinks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-1968858578655957490?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/sjvj45sw0hM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/1968858578655957490/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=1968858578655957490&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/1968858578655957490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/1968858578655957490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/sjvj45sw0hM/my-stick-family-from-widdlytinks.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-stick-family-from-widdlytinks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENSHs9fip7ImA9WxNRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-2109462241708039394</id><published>2009-09-08T12:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:18:19.566-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-08T12:18:19.566-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I finally have something to report. :)  We went bowling yesterday and had so much fun. Brian wanted to do something special with the kids on his day off and they had unanimously decided on bowling.  They had so much fun there.  Bub, Mel, Luke, Vin, ABby, Jonas and Allie came with us and  I think everyone just had a great time.  Mia was scared of the ball at first, but she got used to it after I went with her a few times.  Joelie was able to do two strikes and four spares so he was really proud of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Abby my turn after just a few go's.  I didn't want to get too tired.  I stayed entertained with Allies' antics (she really loved the ramp) and the other kids.  Aftwerwards we went to mel and bubs' for a cookout..  I was glad to have a stressfree fun time with everyone !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-2109462241708039394?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/5AGRXCuPG_c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/2109462241708039394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=2109462241708039394&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/2109462241708039394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/2109462241708039394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/5AGRXCuPG_c/i-finally-have-something-to-report.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-finally-have-something-to-report.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECRnkyeCp7ImA9WxJbE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-7582674692794064596</id><published>2009-07-23T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:47:47.790-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-23T12:47:47.790-04:00</app:edited><title>It is a boy!</title><content type="html">The ultrasound was today and the results were a definite boy.  So in late november we ready for another Mr. Meece in the family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-7582674692794064596?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/p5NHUq0x6tM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/7582674692794064596/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=7582674692794064596&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/7582674692794064596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/7582674692794064596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/p5NHUq0x6tM/it-is-boy.html" title="It is a boy!" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-is-boy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cHRnc5cCp7ImA9WxJXEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-4769896944213451565</id><published>2009-06-03T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:43:57.928-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-03T13:43:57.928-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">We've had a pretty busy week so far. Joel went to OHIO with my sister Abby , her husband and kids for Sat, Sun and he didn't come home until after midnight on Monday.  His grandma Betty really enjoyed having him with her. They played computer games and jumped on the trampoline.. (he not her) *L*  They sent me an email on Sunday to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed my buddy, but I'm glad that hes' home again.  I think he grew taller while he was gone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia was really spoiled here while her brother was in Ohio.  We went to cracker barrel, got taco bell another day, we went to the park and played in the slip n slide and splash pool.   I think she enjoyed the attention :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had swim lessons last night, but the kids didn't get to be in the water because of thunder storms. Hopefully they will be able to Thurs night when they have their next swim lessons. Joel is looking forward to it, but AMelia is a little freaked out about being in the water without mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have vinnie today and wouldn't y0u know it.  Today would be stormy and cold and my television needs a stupid smart card to work.   Oh well, maybe I"ll take them to mcd' playland!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-4769896944213451565?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/WSixdx-E6KY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/4769896944213451565/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=4769896944213451565&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/4769896944213451565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/4769896944213451565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/WSixdx-E6KY/weve-had-pretty-busy-week-so-far.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/06/weve-had-pretty-busy-week-so-far.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIMR3o-fyp7ImA9WxJRFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-2486714264230007387</id><published>2009-05-15T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:53:06.457-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-15T14:53:06.457-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Almost ten weeks along.  I am so thankful for this number. My little peanut or should i say 'strawberry;  is growing everyday and is now a fetus; no more of this embryo stuff for him/her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is somewhat of a landmark for your developing baby. By now, your baby's complete body plan is laid down. Your baby will continue to develop and grow for the remainder of the pregnancy. The fingers and toes have separated and the tail has disappeared now. Your baby has taste and tooth buds at this point, which will continue to develop. The brain will continue to grow at an amazing rate and nearly a quarter of a million new neurons are produced every minute! The embryonic heart is completely developed. External genitalia are not apparent until next week, but a male's testes will already be producing testosterone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing really well, we spend alot of time outside playin gon the swingset or riding bikes.  It's nice because i can sit and concentrate on not getting sick while the kids have fun playing.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out my husbands' sister Karen is also pregnant and just a month behind me so thats' exciting.  That will be the only cousin on Brians' side that will also be a witness.    This is her first baby so I'm really excited for her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia has become such a big girl and is reading simple words and spelling and writing her name.  She makes me so proud to be a mom.  Shes' so easy and fun.  I could easily say shes' my best friend *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel is doing really well too he is growing by leaps and bounds.  he seems so tall these days I feel teenagerhood is almost knocking my door *L*  thankfully we have quite awhile yet.  He's such a smart little man though he is always two steps ahead of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian is doing well even though he is on second shift which makes it a bit difficult for me and the kids to see him.   we do have every weekend to be with him now though , which is nice for us.   We sure like to have our daddy time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.i-am-pregnant.com/img/week10-fetus.jpg" height="215" width="250" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-2486714264230007387?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/ibMpfA5cKNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/2486714264230007387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=2486714264230007387&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/2486714264230007387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/2486714264230007387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/ibMpfA5cKNk/almost-ten-weeks-along.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-ten-weeks-along.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EARns6cCp7ImA9WxJSEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-1321131068200937657</id><published>2009-04-30T14:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:20:47.518-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-30T14:20:47.518-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">It's been a long week without most of the family. My mom, dad, Barbara, Abby and Alison have been in Florida, but they are coming home today.  It's been a long week for me because of trying to go without the meds that I need so I don't hurt the baby.  I have decided at least until i see the dr. on May 20th to take 1/4 th of the reg amount so that I can still function nominally. I have already been getting sick to my stomach and I am always ready for a nap.  I hope that this isn't going to be such a 'long and winding' road and that teverything will calm down soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have enjoyed the sunshine and the nicely mowed grass *thank you Brian*  They had both the plastic tire swing and the swinging fishie break on them in as many weeks so we need new rope and chain.  The swingset and mommys' swing are still in working order though so I think we'll be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had Jonas alot this week and he and Joel slept just fine in the bunkbeds. I hope Donny got Jonas washed up before his mommy comes home this evening because yesterday Jonas and Mia got into some markers and  used themselves as a drawing board. The girlie mia painted her nails besides the usual happy faces . They were quite a twosome though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian working second shift is alot harder then I thought it would be. It just seems so lonely without him all evening. He doesnt' come home until we are all in bed.  It doesn't feel like an eight hour shift that's for sure :(  I am going to have to get busy in the evening to make this a little less difficult until he can go to first shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-1321131068200937657?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/ZRq-wqg9a3A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/1321131068200937657/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=1321131068200937657&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/1321131068200937657?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/1321131068200937657?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/ZRq-wqg9a3A/its-been-long-week-without-most-of.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-long-week-without-most-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUNQ349fyp7ImA9WxVaF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-6874137409910923428</id><published>2009-04-14T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:11:32.067-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-14T20:11:32.067-04:00</app:edited><title>SO, you might have guessed</title><content type="html">We've a new addition arriving in December. It is not a cat, nor a dog, but it s a baby.  I just found out today and I couldn't be more excited.    I know it's early to tell anyone, but I am just soo happy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-6874137409910923428?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/EGXHINA75R4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/6874137409910923428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=6874137409910923428&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/6874137409910923428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/6874137409910923428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/EGXHINA75R4/so-you-might-have-guessed.html" title="SO, you might have guessed" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-you-might-have-guessed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNRHo7cSp7ImA9WxVVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-6580998578174242188</id><published>2009-03-05T17:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:19:55.409-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-05T18:19:55.409-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I think spring is being sprung? Could it be?  I am so ready for spring I can't even tell ya.  I am ready for the long days and the sunshine and not coming in all day just watching my children play.  I am ready for a veggie garden and cleaning out the winter debris.. and the warmth!  even the rain.. I don't mind the rain really, sometimes me and the kids go out in when it's a warmer rain and just run around and be silly.    Thank you spring for 'springing'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-6580998578174242188?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/_IUHrdlfWk8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/6580998578174242188/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=6580998578174242188&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/6580998578174242188?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/6580998578174242188?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/_IUHrdlfWk8/i-think-spring-is-being-sprung-could-it.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-spring-is-being-sprung-could-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8MRn0_eSp7ImA9WxVRFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-6473801248251650208</id><published>2009-01-22T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:21:27.341-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-22T17:21:27.341-05:00</app:edited><title>Tips for a better life.. (not witness, but still has some good points)</title><content type="html">Tips for Better Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Play more games.&lt;br /&gt;6. Read more books than you did the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;18. Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others.&lt;br /&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;26. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;27. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;28. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;29. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;30. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;31. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;32. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;33. Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;34. Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;35. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.&lt;br /&gt;36. Each day give something good to others.&lt;br /&gt;37. Don't over do. 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(not witness, but still has some good points)" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/01/tips-for-better-life-not-witness-but.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBSHs8cSp7ImA9WxVSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-4529527260747354146</id><published>2009-01-13T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:05:59.579-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-13T22:05:59.579-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">WE've been doing pretty good the last couple of days. Mon we went out all of us sisters to Rock Bottom it was nice to hang out together. Saturday night Barbara and I went out to a movie and before that BRian, me and Mia all went to steak and shake.. Dont' laugh we hardly get to go out any more so it was kind of a big deal *L*    The meeting went well tonight; the children were very well behaved and I got alot out of it which is nice.  I babysat Jonas and ALlie today and yesterday I had Vinnie so I have done my auntly duties :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655322319864333665-4529527260747354146?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/muosPvHS8m0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/4529527260747354146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=4529527260747354146&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/4529527260747354146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/4529527260747354146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/muosPvHS8m0/weve-been-doing-pretty-good-last-couple.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/01/weve-been-doing-pretty-good-last-couple.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FQno7cCp7ImA9WxVSFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-852468634905778991</id><published>2009-01-10T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:50:13.408-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-10T12:50:13.408-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="widget TextList" id="TextList2"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Things I did yesterday&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div class="widget-content"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. Now I am on my computer; checking my online life out... it is 1.48 pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3.  Homeschool time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. I made chorizo and velveeta and a can of tomatoes and tomatillos and made burritos for me. It was too hot for Mia; she had fruit loops and milk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. Mia and I took a bath when we woke up; we used Fructis for curly/wavey hair.. I listened to the radio and read 'star' mag. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. Now I am on my computer; checking my online life out... it is 1.48 pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3.  Homeschool time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. I made chorizo and velveeta and a can of tomatoes and tomatillos and made burritos for me. It was too hot for Mia; she had fruit loops and milk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. Mia and I took a bath when we woke up; we used Fructis for curly/wavey hair.. I listened to the radio and read 'star' mag. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt; &lt;a class="quickedit" href="rearrange?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;amp;widgetType=TextList&amp;amp;widgetId=TextList2&amp;amp;action=editWidget" onclick="'return" target="configTextList2" title="Edit"&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://img1.blogblog.com/img/icon18_wrench_allbkg.png" width="18" height="18" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Things I have to get done&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish the black couch room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty big toys out of tv room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;porch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the Laundry  *&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/1655322319864333665-852468634905778991?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/GzVAileR-vM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/852468634905778991/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=852468634905778991&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/852468634905778991?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/852468634905778991?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/GzVAileR-vM/things-i-did-yesterday-4.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-did-yesterday-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8NRn86eip7ImA9WxVSFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-8993913823299462189</id><published>2009-01-09T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:21:37.112-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-09T14:21:37.112-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="widget TextList" id="TextList2"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Things I did yesterday&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div class="widget-content"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;and lastly.. Mia just 'came in for a kiss' *L* I love my princess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now Mia is watching a movie and Joel is putting together his toy :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we went to goodwill and I got a babyscale for 6 dollars! Joel got  a neo shaper new in box and Mia got a little beanie dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today we went to the post office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt; &lt;a class="quickedit" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;amp;widgetType=TextList&amp;amp;widgetId=TextList2&amp;amp;action=editWidget" onclick="'return" target="configTextList2" title="Edit"&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://img1.blogblog.com/img/icon18_wrench_allbkg.png" width="18" height="18" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Things I have to get done&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish the black couch room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty big toys out of tv room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;porch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the Laundry  *&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/1655322319864333665-8993913823299462189?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/BuIfW9vUEig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/8993913823299462189/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=8993913823299462189&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/8993913823299462189?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/8993913823299462189?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/BuIfW9vUEig/things-i-did-today-and-lastly.html" title="" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-did-today-and-lastly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYNRH4_fip7ImA9WxVSFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655322319864333665.post-6689760082538808662</id><published>2009-01-08T15:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:56:35.046-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-08T15:56:35.046-05:00</app:edited><title>yes it's been awhile and no I'm not sorry *L*</title><content type="html">I have had some recent happenings in my life that made my poem (lower down on my list ) really bring me back. It's funny how a poem you might write once, might have different meanings through the years, or months as your life continues.    I am hoping to bring some new blood into my little coven.. I mean blog, but if I don't thats' okay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian had to go to work this week after having a few weeks off and I already miss him. I just do not know what to do with myself when Brian is working.   I think it is harder because he works at night and I'm alone in the evening also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were glad to see that Brian has the weekend off of the circuit assembly on Feb 7th, but as always and we have no idea how this works out he will have to take vacation for the district convention, i would love a year where he didnt' have to work anyway and then that year perhaps we could go on an actual vacation.  I want to see the beach and the ocean so bad, I can almost taste the salty air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia and Joel have been doing very well since I have been here last. Joel had his 'reading party' with his cousin Luke in Nov.. I think it was and it was a blast, Joel did very good and read his book )are you my mother?) almost all the way through until I told him he didn't have to continue, our guests eyes were starting to glaze over *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia has been a busy little bee, it so funny to see how different my two kids are. Joel is very vivacious and doesn't know a stranger whereas Amelia is kind of shy and has always been my velcro baby, staying close to me as if her life depended on it.  She reminds me so much of my littel sister Barbara at that age. Barbara wouldn't talk to anyone but famliy also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia received a hair cut courtesy of her brother a few weeks ago.  So now my littel girl has bangs.  I was not happy about it because it makes her look older and I"m kind of going for 'looking like my baby' look *L*  Shes' still kind of cute though .. 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We had a rough time because I had low amniotic fluid so I was given pitocin (he was due Dec 8th) which led some emergency I never fully understood. I was wisked away for a c section and I hardly got to say boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/P1010036-1.jpg?t=1227322345" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can tell, I have had a hard day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad looks slightly better *growl* &lt;img src="http://www.gymbofriends.com/images/smilies/smile.gif" alt="" title="Smile" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/P1010048-1.jpg?t=1227322384" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;although alot younger then today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/P1010061-1.jpg?t=1227322417" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Here we are all settled in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As happy as we were; the day we came home from the hospital, I had to go back because i had an appedectomy, Joel was not allowed to come back with me and I was breastfeeding so I had to go into this freezing cold chapel to nurse my little babe .. It was really hard to keep breastfeeding through this and it was hard to have two operations in three days, but we made it and he became a great little nurser &lt;img src="http://www.gymbofriends.com/images/smilies/smile.gif" alt="" title="Smile" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he was still pretty small&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/P1010115-1.jpg?t=1227322525" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/BrianJoelandJess2001-02018.jpg?t=1227323057" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;b&gt; He liked to hang out with his cousin and best friend Luke, and he still does!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/BrianJoelandJess2001-02155.jpg?t=1227323112" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but eventually he bulked up quite nicely and became pleasantly plump haha &lt;img src="http://www.gymbofriends.com/images/smilies/smile.gif" alt="" title="Smile" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/joeltickledpinkinsweater.jpg?t=1227322574" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;';     }&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Then he got taller as the year went on and he finally got some hair too &lt;img src="http://www.gymbofriends.com/images/smilies/smile.gif" alt="" title="Smile" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt; He was a great little baby, but had a bit of a temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/P1010093-1.jpg?t=1227322640" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a short while while he was two he became a doggie, and then a little while later a horse and a kitty cat. but he was all boy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/P1010088-2.jpg?t=1227322692" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he was almost three; he got a little sister! He was unsure of this little sister and was afraid that would mean the end of nurse, but I was able to nurse him and his sister together for a few more months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/cute1.jpg?t=1227322754" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/P1010090-1.jpg?t=1227322943" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel loves to go the Childrens' Musuem here in Indy and go to the dinasours; he esp likes to talk to the palentologist and find out first hand about dinasours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/DSC03360-1.jpg?t=1227322787" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;He also loves to play in the snow with his sister&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/DSC04782-1.jpg?t=1227322845" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://s191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/th_DSC03166.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                                  &lt;a href="http://s191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03493.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/th_DSC03493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://javascript%3cb%3e%3c/b%3E:void%280%29;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;             anyway, hes' a really great kid and I'm glad hes' mine..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z245/justajessi/DSC04195.jpg?t=1227323509" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&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/1655322319864333665-417271087411950985?l=justajess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~4/mCw40vAGXzI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justajess.blogspot.com/feeds/417271087411950985/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1655322319864333665&amp;postID=417271087411950985&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/417271087411950985?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655322319864333665/posts/default/417271087411950985?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/PHUO/~3/mCw40vAGXzI/story-of-joel-first-seven-years-my.html" title="Story Of Joel (the first seven years)  My little guy turned seven today!" /><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justajess.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-of-joel-first-seven-years-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

