<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMESHkyfyp7ImA9WhdTEEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:00:09.797-05:00</updated><title>Mother of 2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkcHRXo8eip7ImA9Wx9aEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-1668418892900174322</id><published>2011-03-04T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:27:14.472-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-04T15:27:14.472-06:00</app:edited><title>We are here!!!!</title><content type='html'>We have arrived in Texas!!!!!! I have been longing to be here. I have missed Texas soooo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-1668418892900174322?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1668418892900174322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/1668418892900174322?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/1668418892900174322?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-are-here.html' title='We are here!!!!'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcARn46fSp7ImA9Wx9UGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-2852654693665088335</id><published>2011-02-17T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:40:47.015-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-17T17:40:47.015-06:00</app:edited><title>Thank you</title><content type='html'>I want to say thank you. Thank you to all of those that have stood beside me and supported me. Mostly in the last 2 years. I have been through very trying times. Things have been going downhill for a while now. Now I believe that things are starting to turn around for me and my family. We moved to Florida with the promise of very good jobs and new things that would help us. Yet shortly after things all fell through. We have scrapped and saved and fought for what we have.&lt;br /&gt;
We are now moving back to Texas. Where we got married and where our oldest son was born. With my health failing the way it is, it seems wise to me to be in a place where we can prosper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-2852654693665088335?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2852654693665088335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/2852654693665088335?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/2852654693665088335?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QCSHg7fip7ImA9Wx9UGUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-872286241088883849</id><published>2011-02-17T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:42:49.606-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-17T14:42:49.606-06:00</app:edited><title>New Things</title><content type='html'>We all like having mew things. I know that I do and I am pretty sure you do to. If you say that you don't then you are probably lying to yourself. But that is for another time and place.&lt;br /&gt;
I have now and will be getting lots of new things. I just don't know if I want them yet. One new thing; my Blackberry Torch which I am coming to you from right now. I love this phone, it seriously rocks. Another new thing is; a new place to live. Well it is not really new to me, I have lived there before. But that was 2 years and one son ago. Meaning that my now two and a half year old was only 7 months old when we left there. My parents have property in Milano, Texas. I say property because there really isn't any buildings on it. There are a couple campers(as in RV's) and a couple of different sheds, but that is about it. Moving out into the woods. /etting to show my children what untouched nature is. Live 9 miles down a dirt road. It will ne fun as long as I get to bring my Blackberry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-872286241088883849?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/872286241088883849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/872286241088883849?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/872286241088883849?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEYDRnw6cCp7ImA9Wx5WGEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-6315321626330809013</id><published>2010-09-30T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:56:17.218-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-30T10:56:17.218-05:00</app:edited><title>The whole truth and nothing but the truth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle"&gt;Give me the truth...NOW!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth?&lt;br /&gt;
Sure&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;
At my house watching TV with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is today's date?&lt;br /&gt;
September 30th&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who was the last person to call you baby/babe?&lt;br /&gt;
My husband&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you're at the grocery store do you use the self checkout?&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot stand those. I don't work here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyone crushing on you?&lt;br /&gt;
I hope not. Too creepy for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;br /&gt;
Yes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Has anyone ever given you roses?&lt;br /&gt;
Yes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you were abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;
For a little while I would think.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who do you text the most?:&lt;br /&gt;
No one&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First person to text today?&lt;br /&gt;
No one&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;
Black&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;
Green&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is a compliment you receive often?&lt;br /&gt;
How cute my kids are.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How tall are you?:&lt;br /&gt;
5'3"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you like your parents?&lt;br /&gt;
I like my parent very much, love even.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who was the last person you said you loved on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;
My mom, a couple minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where is the furthest place you've traveled?&lt;br /&gt;
Pittsburg, Penn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Which do you prefer, to eat or sleep?&lt;br /&gt;
As a mom of 2 little boys, my answer is SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you look more like your mom or your dad?&lt;br /&gt;
I have features of both my parents&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How long does it take you to shower?&lt;br /&gt;
10-15 minutes, provided both children are asleep, or my husband is home, or any combination&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can you do splits?&lt;br /&gt;
Uh...no.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Are you flexible?&lt;br /&gt;
Not really&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What did you do on New Years Eve?&lt;br /&gt;
Took Michael to see 'sky booms'. He was 19 months old.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was your mom there?&lt;br /&gt;
Nope&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can you speak any other language than English?&lt;br /&gt;
No&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is the last letter of your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;
E&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many hours of sleep did you get last night?&lt;br /&gt;
6&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?&lt;br /&gt;
Always!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Are you scared of flying?&lt;br /&gt;
Never done it, so I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What do you sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;
Boxers and a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you like funny people or serious people?&lt;br /&gt;
Honestly, I like serious people&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;
Chuggington&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What jewelry do you wear all the time?&lt;br /&gt;
The pearl earrings I wore on my wedding day, my watch, small hoops, The ring that Jason proposed with&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What do you have planned for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing, I am fixing chicken Perla for supper and baths for 2 little ones.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is the last person you kissed older than you?&lt;br /&gt;
No&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you prefer myspace or socialsplash?&lt;br /&gt;
Facebook&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you have a favorite item of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;
Yes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you like messages or comments better?&lt;br /&gt;
Both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Last movie you saw in the theatre:&lt;br /&gt;
Wall-e&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;
Gram crackers&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What was last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;
Crystal Light Strawberry Energy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;
In general, yes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;
A job&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting on my mom to call from the ER in Beaumont, TX&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Are you left handed?&lt;br /&gt;
Not to write with&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are you having for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; ChickenPerla&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;
February 13th&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you want to get married &amp;amp; have children one day?&lt;br /&gt;
I have been married over 3 years and we have 2 wonderful little boys!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;
Be afraid not to fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-6315321626330809013?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6315321626330809013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/whole-truth-and-nothing-but-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/6315321626330809013?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/6315321626330809013?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/whole-truth-and-nothing-but-truth.html' title='The whole truth and nothing but the truth!'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkADSHs_cSp7ImA9Wx5XEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-951946133351120924</id><published>2010-09-09T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:52:59.549-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-09T12:52:59.549-05:00</app:edited><title>Her Morning Elegance / Oren Lavie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2_HXUhShhmY/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-951946133351120924?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/951946133351120924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/her-morning-elegance-oren-lavie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/951946133351120924?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/951946133351120924?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/her-morning-elegance-oren-lavie.html' title='Her Morning Elegance / Oren Lavie'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcBQ3g8fSp7ImA9Wx5QGEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-7782258364632684270</id><published>2010-09-07T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:47:32.675-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-07T01:47:32.675-05:00</app:edited><title>Lost...</title><content type='html'>I feel kind of lost right now. I can't seem to sleep for some reason. Jonathan has been kind of a pill all day. He has a tooth coming in and is making him crazy, which in turn makes me and my husband crazy. A terrible circle. Jonathan finally passed out, and is now sleeping soundly in his bed. Jason was able to get to sleep after a little tossing and turning. He is sick now like I was for the last two weeks. He finally got it. Wondering when that would happen. Men are such babies when they are sick. Hell, I am still sick.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, after laying in bed for a little while listening to my 4 1/2 month old and my husband snore I decided to get up. I came into the living room hoping I had some kind of email from my mom. She is on the road tonight. Nope, no email yet. Went and looked around Facebook for a little while. I saw earlier that my uncle had finally made a profile. I sent him a friend request. No dice. Nothing form him either. This is pretty much the only uncle I have ever known, a man I looked to like a father growing up. And now he ignores my friend request.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh well. See, thing is no one in my family likes my husband. NO ONE. Well, except my Granny, but even she said he was full of shit. Everyone seemed to like him just fine until I put on my wedding dress. To which my mom said, are you sure you want to do this? And then proceeded to make me an hour late for our wedding. Our officiant was wondering what was going on to say the least. And then five months later when we found out I was pregnant with Michael, my family seemed to shut down on me.&lt;br /&gt;
To say the least it has been a difficult 3+ years that we have been married. The economy, lay offs, 2 boys, bed rest, tech school, mother-in-law, DCF, daycare, some health issues. None of those things have made it any easier either. I am currently looking for work. I have been since Jonathan was 6 weeks old. Now soon he will be five months old and still nothing. Jason is still looking for a part time job for after school, also no luck. No one seems to want to hire a mother of two that has not had a job in four years. Well, up until last year, I did not need to work. Jason was making $27.00 an hour and per Diem. It was wonderful. Now, not so much. &lt;br /&gt;
I have nine hundred kinds of experience in all sorts of things, yet no licensing and no certification. So, I guess that would mean no chance? That is what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;
So, that is kind of why I am sitting typing at nearly 2 am instead of snoring next to my husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-7782258364632684270?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7782258364632684270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/7782258364632684270?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/7782258364632684270?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkANQH89eSp7ImA9Wx5QFkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-3791132942315641573</id><published>2010-09-04T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:33:11.161-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-04T09:33:11.161-05:00</app:edited><title>Stolen from Wikked Wit</title><content type='html'>01. Real First Name:&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy or Jess&lt;br /&gt;
02. Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;
In February &lt;br /&gt;
03. Where do you live:&lt;br /&gt;
Apartment&lt;br /&gt;
04: What are you studying/What are you working as:&lt;br /&gt;
A mommy that tries to get more then 3 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
05. What makes you happy:&lt;br /&gt;
My children, True Blood, My husband&lt;br /&gt;
06. What are you listening to now/have listened to last:&lt;br /&gt;
My 2 year old saying bye before going to Grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;
07. What is particularly good/bad about your blog: &lt;br /&gt;
It would seem that no on looks at it&lt;br /&gt;
08. An interesting fact about you:&lt;br /&gt;
I want a wife&lt;br /&gt;
09. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;
I am in love with my 3 guys!&lt;br /&gt;
10. Favorite place to be:&lt;br /&gt;
Sitting at home on a cold winter night.&lt;br /&gt;
11. Favorite lyric:&lt;br /&gt;
Its a dirty free for all - Ke$ha&lt;br /&gt;
12. Best time of the year:&lt;br /&gt;
Fall/Winter&lt;br /&gt;
13. Weirdest food you like:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
Dill pickle spears wrapped in ham&lt;br /&gt;
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RECOMMEND&lt;br /&gt;
01. A film:&lt;br /&gt;
The Time Travelers Wife&lt;br /&gt;
02. A book:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
Anything written by Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;
03. A song:&lt;br /&gt;
I like it - Pittbull&lt;br /&gt;
04: A band:&lt;br /&gt;
Zac Brown Band&lt;br /&gt;
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PLUS&lt;br /&gt;
01. One thing you like about a blogger that you have not met:&lt;br /&gt;
Her ability to be totally frank.&lt;br /&gt;
02. Two things you like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes and my boobs&lt;br /&gt;
03. Name three things that you need in a lover: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
time, love and tenderness. lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-3791132942315641573?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3791132942315641573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/stolen-from-wikked-wit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/3791132942315641573?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/3791132942315641573?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/stolen-from-wikked-wit.html' title='Stolen from Wikked Wit'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkIGQXg7fCp7ImA9Wx5QFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-7103461021651874176</id><published>2010-09-02T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:28:40.604-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-02T22:28:40.604-05:00</app:edited><title>Five year plan</title><content type='html'>My husband told me his five year plan last night as we were laying in bed talking. Yes, just talking. lol He has got the next several years planned out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Graduate from school. Hopefully on time.&lt;br /&gt;
Find a industrial job. Go to it and start working as a welder. Job will likely be in Texas. We are both really partial to Texas. It is where we got married and where our oldest was born.&lt;br /&gt;
Find a small apartment. Me and the boys move to where he is.&lt;br /&gt;
Save LOTS of money to buy a large 5th wheel camper. Move into it.&lt;br /&gt;
Move around the country following the industrial jobs and shutdowns.&lt;br /&gt;
Once again, save LOT of money.&lt;br /&gt;
Buy a house. Work a local job. Be happy grow old together.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sounds like like a really great plan to me except one thing. I asked him where does he see me in his five year plan? He said right next to me. Standing with me, by my side. That is great. I love this plan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Except...&lt;br /&gt;
He knows that I want to go to school. I can't go to school moving every six months or so. So I thought about it. Why not wait until&amp;nbsp; we buy a house and settle down for good? Well, my problem with that is, I will be 32 years old in about 5 years. In my opinion that is too old to start over. I may have a different opinion then, but right now that is what I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-7103461021651874176?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7103461021651874176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-year-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/7103461021651874176?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/7103461021651874176?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-year-plan.html' title='Five year plan'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEENQns6eCp7ImA9Wx5QFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-6034293265545100745</id><published>2010-09-02T21:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:58:13.510-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-02T21:58:13.510-05:00</app:edited><title>So tired...</title><content type='html'>Not sure about today. I was kind of odd for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I woke up this morning just after Jason left to go to school. I think it was the door closing that woke me. I am not sure. It was weird. I kept hearing this voice in the back of my head saying do the laundry, do the laundry. I kept telling it in just a minute. I went and loaded up the dishwasher and washed what would not fit. The whole time that little voice was irritating the hell out of me. I set out the stuff to start supper later and there is the voice again. I sat down and wrote a couple letter, yes actual letters, in the mail kind. lol The voice was there. I was playing in the floor with my son and the voice was there too. Maybe I should do the laundry, huh? Nope totally forgot it! I remembered to start it about thirty minutes before Jason got home from school. Oops. And now the dryer has just finished drying its last load. Finally. My fault , I know. Oh well. I made country fried steak and mashed potatoes with black-eyed peas for supper. Yummy. White gravy that I made was kind of gross. I am going to try to make Swedish meatballs for supper tomorrow night. &lt;br /&gt;
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I love my husband but sometimes he can make me a little crazy. I know that he is in school and loves what he is doing, but sometimes I just want to go shhhhhhhhhsh. lol Who does not feel that way about their spouse at one time or another?&lt;br /&gt;
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He knows I love him. &lt;br /&gt;
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I feel kind of strange today. Like something is about to happen. Like I am missing some kind of key signs. Cooking supper I kept getting hot/cold sweats and the shakes. I don't know what is going on, but I hope it comes to a head soon. Good or bad. Lets just get this over with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-6034293265545100745?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6034293265545100745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/6034293265545100745?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/6034293265545100745?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-tired.html' title='So tired...'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEEBR3k-cSp7ImA9Wx5QE0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-5196258663047904864</id><published>2010-09-01T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:24:16.759-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-01T15:24:16.759-05:00</app:edited><title>Movies...</title><content type='html'>I went through my DVR and looked at upcoming movies on HBO and Starz. Found some movies I would like to see and some I would like to see again. Let me know if you have seen any of these, and what you think about them. &lt;br /&gt;
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The Time Traveler's Wife - Seen it, love it, want to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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G-Force - Want to see it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron - Seen it, I think my 2 year old will love it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bolt - Seen it, my husband loves this movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Where the Wild Things Are - Loved the book when I was little, now it is a movie. Have to see it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Mistress of Spices - Sounds really great.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Life In Ruins - I think this will be great, sappy and funny. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-5196258663047904864?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5196258663047904864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/5196258663047904864?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/5196258663047904864?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/movies.html' title='Movies...'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMASX0zeyp7ImA9Wx5QE0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-551575063241412888</id><published>2010-09-01T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:07:28.383-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-01T13:07:28.383-05:00</app:edited><title>What to do???</title><content type='html'>Almost 1pm and I am almost totally bored. Jonathan has had his lunch and is now falling asleep in his swing. I am eating some leftover spaghetti form last night. Really good, pats self on back. I am kind of waiting on my mother-in-law to come by. She was supposed to bringing some stuff today. I am almost out of bottled water right now. I need to go to the store. Water out of the tap here is gross, it has stuff floating in it. Yuck!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4FCygQmEAXA/TH6WR3FWDDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/a0rPhQzWbdg/s1600/DSCF8683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4FCygQmEAXA/TH6WR3FWDDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/a0rPhQzWbdg/s320/DSCF8683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish they made baby swings in adult sizes. It looks so comfy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-551575063241412888?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/551575063241412888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/551575063241412888?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/551575063241412888?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-to-do.html' title='What to do???'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4FCygQmEAXA/TH6WR3FWDDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/a0rPhQzWbdg/s72-c/DSCF8683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUcNQHY9cSp7ImA9Wx5QE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-1431021607532447315</id><published>2010-09-01T11:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:04:51.869-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-01T11:04:51.869-05:00</app:edited><title>How To Be Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/k7X7sZzSXYs/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7X7sZzSXYs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7X7sZzSXYs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just&lt;br /&gt;
found&lt;br /&gt;
this.&lt;br /&gt;
I think is is wonderful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-1431021607532447315?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1431021607532447315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-be-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/1431021607532447315?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/1431021607532447315?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-be-alone.html' title='How To Be Alone'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4FRXc-eSp7ImA9Wx5QE00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-217808567138373401</id><published>2010-08-31T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:01:54.951-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-31T20:01:54.951-05:00</app:edited><title>Wow, just wow.</title><content type='html'>Just spoke to my mom. She got all butt hurt over my post earlier today. Yes, she is the one who did all of that to me. Then she has the nerve to say, well you did not pay the bills when I left and you quit your school. For the record, I did not quit my school. I was working very hard at my job at the time. My grades did drop. But I remained in school. It was myself and my sister living there. She was working full time also. All the bills seemed to fall on me. I can't remember her paying one bill. And she would bitch at me for making her help with the groceries. I continued to go to school until they would not let me anymore. I wanted it so badly. When I shot down those excuses for it all, she came up with oh your Daddy was not making as much money at his new job. Bullshit! I know for a fact that he was making the same amount per hour and he was getting per Diem then. And then she had nothing else to say to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right now though, I am listening to my husband read to our oldest son, Michael. He is going to bed. It did make my day better when my youngest son Jonathan smiled at me and laughed when I changed his outfit. Makes my days better when Michael comes home from daycare and says hi, Mommy. Makes everything better when My husband comes in the kitchen and steals a hug and a kiss while I am cooking dinner. If nothing else I will be the absolute best mom and wife that I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-217808567138373401?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/217808567138373401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow-just-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/217808567138373401?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/217808567138373401?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow-just-wow.html' title='Wow, just wow.'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkIMQn0-eip7ImA9Wx5QEkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-2720516595813280826</id><published>2010-08-31T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:49:43.352-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-31T13:49:43.352-05:00</app:edited><title>Back again</title><content type='html'>Okay. After several hours I have logged back on. I went and laid down, fully intending on going to sleep. I laid there looking at the ceiling and listening to the radio. Shortly Jonathan woke up and I listened to him playing in his crib. Now he is fed and happily playing on the floor next to me. I look at him or at Michael and I want to be here. I don't want to miss a minute of either of them. I want to go to school. I don't see how I can have both. I want both. So many men and women have both. I want both. I hope that someday I do have both.&lt;br /&gt;
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My children make me strong. I want to be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-2720516595813280826?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2720516595813280826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/2720516595813280826?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/2720516595813280826?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUEEQHw6fip7ImA9Wx5QEks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-7524670367432812948</id><published>2010-08-31T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:13:21.216-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-31T10:13:21.216-05:00</app:edited><title>I know</title><content type='html'>I know it is 10am. I know that I am tired. I did not go to sleep until after 3am and I was awake at 7am. Michael had to go off to daycare and Jason had to go off to school. Jonathan is not yet awake and I am not going to wake him up. I believe that if he is still asleep then he must need the sleep. I am considering going back to bed myself. At least for a couple hours.I am just hurting. Deep inside, you know. Where no amount of cuddles or hugs or any other warm fuzzies will help. I just don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-7524670367432812948?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7524670367432812948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/7524670367432812948?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/7524670367432812948?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEIHSXs_fCp7ImA9Wx5QEks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485143683070065769.post-8067104577832366832</id><published>2010-08-31T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:55:38.544-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-31T09:55:38.544-05:00</app:edited><title>27 year old women should not cry after 10pm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really.  It does horrible things to you face. The next morning when you wake up  your eyes will be all crusty and swollen. And it made my throat hurt  worse. The reason I was crying after 10pm? It was the only time I had to  do it alone yesterday. I was planning on going back to school in  January. I was going to be taking an LPN class schedule. I was finally  going to do what I have been wanting to do for several years now. I  finally got the courage to go back to school. Got a whole lot of my  paper work done. I qualified for Pell for the first time ever. It was  going to be great. I could see myself and my family several years down  the road with me still being a nurse. It was going to be great. Hard,  but great! I got an email yesterday afternoon. It said that I had unpaid  government loans that I HAVE to pay before I can receive my Pell.  $13,000!!! I was in college in 2005. I have 27 credit hours towards a BA  in criminal justice. Justice, ironic huh? I was not able to complete. I  had a deal with someone. It was, I go to school, keep my average up and  work a full time job and they would pay my $150 a month tuition. Really  good deal? I thought so. At least until I was handed all of my  paper work and told I was going to have to take care of it from now on.  That was even not so bad. I thought. Until I called the school to pay  for my next month of classes. Only to be told that I have been withdrawn  due to non-payment. What do you mean, I am paying a week early? No,  your tuition has not been paid in almost 4 months. 4 MONTHS!!! This was a  shock to me. So now $13,000 stand sin the way of me going to a $2,000  school. Everything that I have dreamed of for the last month and a half,  all gone. Washed away by a terrible email. Now I don't know what I am  going to do. I have resolved myself to know that if all I will ever be  is a wife and a mother then I am going to be the BEST on ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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And a reminder: 27 year old women should not cry after 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2485143683070065769-8067104577832366832?l=27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8067104577832366832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/27-year-old-women-should-not-cry-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/8067104577832366832?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2485143683070065769/posts/default/8067104577832366832?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://27yearoldwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/27-year-old-women-should-not-cry-after.html' title='27 year old women should not cry after 10pm.'/><author><name>Jessica M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397524783938363622</uri><email>jamjem062007@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18347834307383757312'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>