<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:36:57.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-890290452852762625</id><published>2009-04-29T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:49:57.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04-29-2009</title><content type='html'>So here we are, another test of my endurance, and I failed.  Today when I went to start our passports, I was told that the consent forms for Robert's passport wasn't notarized correctly.  How does a notary mess up, you ask?  They didn't fill in the part with the signing party's ID info, that's how.  I start crying, because I've been overwelmed with a lot of stuff and doing everything on my own.  The passport agaent then tells me not to get upset with her, because it's not her fault.  I tell her I'm not upset with her, that I'm just upset and to just let me be upset.&lt;br /&gt;I've been through so much while Oz has been in Korea.  In August my car wouldn't go into gear, and it was the day of Bella's birthday party.  In September, I got really sick and had to go to the emergency room and was sick for over a week.  In November I had my first argument with Phil about money and us moving to Germany.  In February Bella got mastoiditis and was sick for 3 weeks.  During the months of December, January and February, I'm going back and forth to the courthouse getting all the guardian papers completed for Dylan.  From January to March I'm getting all our overseas clearance papers done and being led back and forth to people who apparently don't know their jobs.  And in April, Phil gives me papers that he's taking me to court for Robert, my back goes out and I can't even do our passports!  I wish Oz was here to help me or that something would just go smoothly.  Please, God, is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-890290452852762625?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/890290452852762625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=890290452852762625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/890290452852762625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/890290452852762625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/04-29-2009.html' title='04-29-2009'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-4732260719790750579</id><published>2009-04-28T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:08:21.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Prayer</title><content type='html'>I know I ask for many things, I am grateful for all my answered prayers.  Father, please relieve my back pain.  I know I should be more careful, but I do believe with all the stress I've been under, and my mind going over things, is the reason I lifted Bella wrong and am now having to take it easy.  Please just let me get well enough to get through the next 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;Lord, please be with Oz as he is finishing all his outprocessing from Korea.  Let him make it home to me and our kids safely.  Please be with Bella's therapist, Toby, as she starts her new job.  Thank you for helping her find a job where she can work less and be with her family more.  Her boys are at a age where they need their mother to help them make right decisions.  Father, help heal all my friends that are sick and all others that are sick.  With all that is going on in the world today, I feel more people should turn to you.  Maybe then this world will be a safer place and a more enjoyable place for all.  Thank you, Father, for all the blessings you bestow upon me.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-4732260719790750579?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4732260719790750579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=4732260719790750579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/4732260719790750579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/4732260719790750579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesdays-prayer.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-6636822288636583198</id><published>2009-04-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:36:27.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for the day</title><content type='html'>Lord, thank you for being there for me all the time.  Thank you for my Oz and my children.  I'd like to ask you to help my friend Katie Withrow.  She's in the hospital and pregnent.  Her husband is deployed, and I know the added stress is not good for her or baby.  I ask that you be with her and heal her.  I'd also like to pray for my friend Kim Cirone.  She was in a car accident and is now feeling pain.  Help to heal her and her children.  Her husband is also deployed.  I ask also that you watch over Robert this weekend, because he will be with his dad, Phil.  Help Phil to be alert and have him keep Robert close to him.  I don't want another stranger to touch my son again.  Please be with all my friends and my children and myself.  Thank you, Father.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-6636822288636583198?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6636822288636583198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=6636822288636583198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/6636822288636583198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/6636822288636583198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayer-for-day.html' title='Prayer for the day'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-2797527983389557823</id><published>2009-03-09T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:45:52.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Myspace blog</title><content type='html'>What the Bible says about tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...this one always gets thrown at me for obvious reasons.  So this is what I think about it.  In Leviticus 19:28 it says: You shall not make cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor tattoo marks on you: I am the Lord.  How it reads to me is that I shouldn't tattoo "I am the Lord" on my body.  I mean, what about piercings?  And then there is my favorite, Leviticus 19:19 which says: Nor shall a garment of mixed linen and wool come upon you.  Has everyone checked their labels.  I myself wear cotton, but sometimes the dressier outfits are mixed linen.  So do we question the people that wear mixed linens or would they be offended?  Hmmm...I know that I pray to God everyday, I ask Him forgiveness throughout the day, and He is the only one that can judge me.  I wish people wouldn't be so judgemental.  If people would take the time to know me, they would know where my heart is and what I believe.  That's my rant for today.  Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-2797527983389557823?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2797527983389557823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=2797527983389557823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/2797527983389557823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/2797527983389557823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-myspace-blog.html' title='My Myspace blog'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-7601869054104182351</id><published>2009-03-09T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:40:38.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Well, I'll be going in for my mammogram on Wednesday.  They say it's not a screening but a diagnostic.  Not sure what the difference is?  I've been so stressed that now I have stiff neck and shoulders.  Argh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-7601869054104182351?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7601869054104182351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=7601869054104182351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/7601869054104182351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/7601869054104182351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-on-wednesday.html' title='Going on Wednesday'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-7406367450452036965</id><published>2009-03-02T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:26:45.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>So here it is...a week and a half ago I found a hard lump in my breast.  I would feel for it everyday, because I kept telling myself it was my imagination.  Last Friday I made an appointment to have it checked out and I'll be going on Thursday...but it's kinda freaking me out.  First I kept telling myself it's fat.  Never had I wanted something on my body to be fat so badly!  I feel for it everyday, hoping it will be gone, but it's not.  So I haven't really talked about it with anyone, because I'll start crying.  I mentioned it to Viv today, but I played it off lightly...like I knew it was nothing.  Oh, I truly hope that it is nothing.  I'm writing this here, because I know only 3 people read this and I'm hoping by the time someone does read this, I have gone to the doctor and they tell me it's nothing.  I just had to type out my thoughts and I guess wanted to reach out to someone.  I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-7406367450452036965?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7406367450452036965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=7406367450452036965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/7406367450452036965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/7406367450452036965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-2550058555449980222</id><published>2009-02-23T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:16:29.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Myspace Blog(for those who aren't on myspace, Angie)</title><content type='html'>Monday, February 23, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;Warning: Contents May Be Offensive To Some...Current mood:  thoughtfulCategory: Blogging&lt;br /&gt;But they are my own views, and a lady angered me, so I'm venting!  So I'm at the commissary, at the self check, finishing up, putting my bags into my cart.  The lady behind me gets into my personal space and is like pushing me along.  Mind you that I did notice this lady earlier with her daughter, and I was thinking that they could make healthier choices than what they were putting in their cart, but anyways...Well, looking at her food choices, it got my mind going(oh, no!) and I'm looking at her and her daughter, who looks to be 13 or 14, but her waist is larger than mine.  Those who know me, know I'm a big girl, and no teenager should be bigger than me.  A lot of stuff in her cart has high fat and MSG(bad, bad) and there is hardly any fruits or vegetables...they had a bag of red potatoes.  With all this information out there about how we should be teaching our children healthier habits, you think people would start caring.  Aren't are children and their health worth that little extra?  I wish my parents didn't have so much crap in the house when I was growing up, then maybe I wouldn't be struggling so much now with my weight.  I mean, really, all this stuff is on the news and in magazines.  If your waist is larger than 35 inches, you should really be worried about heart health.  I'm pushing it right now, my waist is 33 1/2 inches.  When Bella was sick, I started doing more research on MSG, and it's bad stuff, people.  And it's in almost everything.  Soups, flavored chips, pre-made dips, bouillon, bbq sauce, salad dressing, etc.  In the 3 weeks I was home with Bella, I cut everything that had msg out of our diets, and lost 2 pounds without eating less or working out.  MSG tricks your body into thinking that it's getting more protien and then it produces more insulin...which if not used, turns into fat.  I have PCOS, and my body already produces too much insulin, so it's really bad for me. Anyways...I just got angry at this lady, and in being angry at her my mind starts going into overdrive...I know, it's not usually a good thing.  But looking at her daughter, it just made me sad.  Because her mom isn't teaching her good eating habits, she suffers.  Is that really fair?  As a mom, I don't want my children having weight issues or struggling with food when they grow up.  I want the best for them, to me, they are so worth it.  I have people tell me all the time that healthy food is too expensive.  When I changed our food lists, it's not that much of a difference.  I think I spend an extra $30 a month.  My kids are worth it, and so is my health.  Okay, vent over.  I hope I didn't anger or offend anyone.  I do love and care about everyone who is able to read my blog, and these are only my views.  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We've discussed this topic before a time or two. It saddens me as well to see an obese person or family together food shopping and/or eating out and they are eating crap.I know it's their life and their business, but sometimes I so badly want to say, hey, those Twinkies and Doritos are so bad for you!! This is why cancer is so common, because we consumer too many ready-made, heavily processed foods! Word of advice peeps...more fruits, veggies, homemade cake/muffins/etc. vs. store made with preservatives and other junk. READ THE LABELS OF WHAT YOU EAT!!!! Eat organic when possible.Shop Trader Joe's when possible and save a TON!!! Thanks for the rant! And just remember, we can't save everyone.:o)&lt;br /&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=93664293"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt; on Monday, February 23, 2009 - 12:15 PM [&lt;a id="addReplyLnk_3627695" href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511#"&gt;Reply to this&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a onclick="if(confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog comment?')){return true;} else{return false;}" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511&amp;amp;commentID=3627695"&gt;Remove&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a href="http://friends.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=block.blockUser&amp;amp;userID=93664293"&gt;Block User&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="profileLinks" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=36361976"&gt;julie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ImageURL" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=36361976"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Organic, the commissary has organic tortilla chips by Mission. And they only cost$1.89:o) I got that and some wholly guacamole(thanks to you) and had that for my snack today.Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=36361976"&gt;julie&lt;/a&gt; on Monday, February 23, 2009 - 2:19 PM [&lt;a id="addReplyLnk_3627775" href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511#"&gt;Reply to this&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a onclick="if(confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog comment?')){return true;} else{return false;}" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511&amp;amp;commentID=3627775"&gt;Remove&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a href="http://friends.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=block.blockUser&amp;amp;userID=36361976"&gt;Block User&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="profileLinks" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=89127728"&gt;miranda.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ImageURL" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=89127728"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i couldn't agree with you more. i make my kiddos eat healthy, too. my parents always, always had sugar cereals and junk in my house. i didn't know that i what i was eating was *too* terribly bad for me. we don't keep that junk in our house. sure, we splurge. who doesn't? no offense taken here, sweet&lt;3. and it is so sad when you see overweight children..smoochesmiranda&lt;br /&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=89127728"&gt;miranda.&lt;/a&gt; on Monday, February 23, 2009 - 12:52 PM [&lt;a id="addReplyLnk_3627708" href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511#"&gt;Reply to this&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a onclick="if(confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog comment?')){return true;} else{return false;}" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511&amp;amp;commentID=3627708"&gt;Remove&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a href="http://friends.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=block.blockUser&amp;amp;userID=89127728"&gt;Block User&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="profileLinks" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=36361976"&gt;julie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ImageURL" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=36361976"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My kids and myself do splurge, you know I love finger foods:o) But I try to make everything and when we do eat store bought, I'm reading labels. Except with Krispy Kremes, I guess I should be looking those up. I know they're bad, but we only eat them every once in awhile. Everything in moderatin, right? Thanks for the comment.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=36361976"&gt;julie&lt;/a&gt; on Monday, February 23, 2009 - 1:48 PM [&lt;a id="addReplyLnk_3627742" href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511#"&gt;Reply to this&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a onclick="if(confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog comment?')){return true;} else{return false;}" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511&amp;amp;commentID=3627742"&gt;Remove&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a href="http://friends.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=block.blockUser&amp;amp;userID=36361976"&gt;Block User&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="profileLinks" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=35195281"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ImageURL" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=35195281"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This was not offensive at all! I know I am not the healthiest person, but when I see people who obviously overendulge at every meal, it make me kinda sad for them! When people complain that eating healthier is more expensive, that is bull poop! Because if you think about it a bag of apples is so much cheaper than a box of hostess! soo it is really more about quality over quantity! And another thing is people want to sit around and eat hostess cakes all day and never get up and do as much as take a walk.When I was growing up we did not have alot of money, so we did what most people did back then and had Hamburger helper every night! HOW am I still alive?&lt;br /&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=35195281"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/a&gt; on Monday, February 23, 2009 - 6:18 PM [&lt;a id="addReplyLnk_3627951" href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511#"&gt;Reply to this&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a onclick="if(confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog comment?')){return true;} else{return false;}" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511&amp;amp;commentID=3627951"&gt;Remove&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a href="http://friends.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=block.blockUser&amp;amp;userID=35195281"&gt;Block User&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="profileLinks" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=36361976"&gt;julie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="ImageURL" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=36361976"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No more Hamburger helper, it also has MSG. I was shocked, because I wanted to make something quick, but when I read the ingredients, I put it back and got organic roasted tomatoes, organic kidney beans, ground turkey, onion, garlic and some whole grain pasta and made goulash.It was yummy and the kids loved it! It also took as long as hamburger helper would've taken, just healthier:o) thanks for you comment!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=36361976"&gt;julie&lt;/a&gt; on Monday, February 23, 2009 - 8:02 PM [&lt;a id="addReplyLnk_3628039" href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511#"&gt;Reply to this&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a onclick="if(confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog comment?')){return true;} else{return false;}" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=36361976&amp;amp;blogID=472623511&amp;amp;commentID=3628039"&gt;Remove&lt;/a&gt;]  [&lt;a href="http://friends.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=block.blockUser&amp;amp;userID=36361976"&gt;Block User&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-2550058555449980222?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2550058555449980222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=2550058555449980222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/2550058555449980222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/2550058555449980222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-myspace-blogfor-those-who-arent-on.html' title='My Myspace Blog(for those who aren&apos;t on myspace, Angie)'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-4325981747341258641</id><published>2008-10-21T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:28:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/SP4B5vob5nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k9LZNCP5bHI/s1600-h/HPIM0837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259643506365556338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/SP4B5vob5nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k9LZNCP5bHI/s320/HPIM0837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This card was fun.  I used a stamp with versa mark and then rubbed pastels over it.  It was a fun experiment, but didn't come out the way I wanted it to.  Owell, live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/SP4A_XoK_dI/AAAAAAAAABI/a2BlfQjJgaQ/s1600-h/HPIM0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259642503489584594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/SP4A_XoK_dI/AAAAAAAAABI/a2BlfQjJgaQ/s320/HPIM0850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a Halloween card I did...sorry the pic is fuzzy. I sent this one to my good friend, Tina, in England. I think I thought of her for this one because of the owl in the tree:o) We have an Owl thing between us. I haven't stamped in a long time, so it was a slow start to get things the way I wanted them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...I don't blog as much as I used too(on myspace, that is.)  It seems I've run out of things to say or I'm just engrossed in so many things during the day, that I'm too exhausted to think to blog.  So with that said, I hope all is well for my family and friends and I'll talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-4325981747341258641?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4325981747341258641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=4325981747341258641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/4325981747341258641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/4325981747341258641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-card-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/SP4B5vob5nI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k9LZNCP5bHI/s72-c/HPIM0837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-5791444052264100015</id><published>2008-09-10T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:01:43.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day Survey</title><content type='html'>How did your day start off?&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I slept 6 hours and the kids were their usual pleasant selves*sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you look?&lt;br /&gt;30ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you last kissed at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;She's in her room with her ABA therapist, hence, why I'm on the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;Oz's midtour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at eleven last night?&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you laugh today?&lt;br /&gt;silly doctor doing my heart stress test. Yea, I don't have heart disease! The chest pain and tingling hands are from panic attacks, which is better than having a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;my sis is in Cali and my bro is at a training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you up to this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;the usual, Bella has ABA on Sat. morning, then we'll hang out.Oh, and I have a Pampered Chef Party to go to:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;yes, but I might not like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;no, but I'll be bawling for no reason sooner or later*PMS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get 8 hours of sleep everyday?&lt;br /&gt;ahh, wouldn't that be lovely? I'm happy I got 6 last night:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Twillight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last guy, other than family, you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who understands your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;uh, sure.It's pretty simple, happily married to the most awesome guy in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you always wear?&lt;br /&gt;glasses;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about converting your religion?&lt;br /&gt;I have, but now I'm not sure it was the best choice. Buddist to Catholic...yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's most stressing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Being FAT, having panic attacks, being lonely...the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;finish scrapbook for Jaime P.her baby was born 2 weeks ago! I'm so behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the weather today?&lt;br /&gt;Not as hot as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you swallow gum when you're done with it?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last call from?&lt;br /&gt;Becky, from Family Practice to tell me she was putting a referral in for me...yes, another procedure*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you went out of town?&lt;br /&gt;July, went to Cali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Red classic mickey tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of your week?&lt;br /&gt;went to JAG office...SSI is not going to be getting anything from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose car were you in last other than your family's?&lt;br /&gt;Simon's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last shocking news you heard?&lt;br /&gt;That another person commited suicide on base&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Coke zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you dislike currently?&lt;br /&gt;no one really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you most look like in your family?&lt;br /&gt;my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;yes...I dreamt my friend, Angie, was pregnant, which is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you left handed?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;ham, mac-n-cheese, and steamed broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you thought about?&lt;br /&gt;what other ideas can I use for this scrapbook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;dinner, walk and put the kiddos to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-5791444052264100015?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5791444052264100015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=5791444052264100015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/5791444052264100015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/5791444052264100015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2008/09/hump-day-survey.html' title='Hump Day Survey'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-7939907131577917047</id><published>2008-05-03T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:33:59.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cherish you</title><content type='html'>Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family.-Barbara Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get closer to Oz leaving, I've been reflecting a lot.  The first year we were here, at Nellis, I didn't have many friends.  It wasn't until Robert started school, and I met Elizabeth Antes, that I found a friend that I could connect with.  Through every deployment, she helped to keep me sane...and now she's leaving.  I'm happy for her, but sad.  I wish she was going overseas, too.  But I'm excited for her...she gets a new adventure.  I will miss our shopping trips, our movie nights and our outings with our kids in tow.  But most of all, I will miss her just stopping by to chit chat, vent, or check up on me.  You and your family will always have a place in our home.  I will always remember you being there and going to evaluations for Bella, going with me to Cali to see her doctor and everything else you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;Another friendship I cherish is my friendship with Christina Rizzo.  The first night we met we shared a bottle of wine.  I remember you bringing over lunch or dinner for me and the kids while Oz was deployed...I really appreciate that.  I will always be grateful to you and Vince, especially because though you both don't seem comfortable with kids, when Bella wanted you to hold her, you both just lifted her up and looked comfortable with her in your arms.  And you even let Bella be part of our sleepover when Vince was deployed.  That was a great night, even if we were numb in the face.;p&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...and let me tell you about my cherished friend, Nicole Apel.  We have proven our friendship is stronger than gossip and military wife drama.  Nicole came over for dinner when Oz came home from his first deployment.  She was quiet and it took her awhile to open up to me.  We've had many great times.  Dancing, swimming, stamping, walking, the list goes on.  Her and Christina have been to my house for quite a few holidays and birthdays, ufc and poker nights.  One of our last nights with Tina, it was just the 3 of us.  New Year's Eve and a movie.  I really enjoyed that night...I can't believe we finished all those brownies, just the 3 of us!  Now Nicole and I are going to be reunited in Germany!  It must be fate...our husbands love each other, the kids love each other, we're just one big happy family!  It's great!&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Vivian Gamboa.  We met right after Oz came home from his first deployment.  We both lived in Manch Manor and we clicked right away.  We're both from Cali and our husbands are oober ambitious.  Our kids also get along very well.  I remember Viv inviting us over for pozole...wow, when was the last time we made that?  I haven't made it since we've moved from that old house.  I will miss Viv and here family a lot.  You've done so many favors for me, I am more that happy to return the favor.  I enjoy our walks, and our talks.  It's all great!  Thanks for being an awesome friend.  I hope you get overseas to be with us!&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my Angie Lilavois...simply awesome and strong.  I always feel like I want to protect you, but you always prove to me you can do it all by yourself and that you are stronger than I can ever be.  You're beautiful, creative and a great mom.  I miss our movie nights, our long talks over a bottle of wine, going crazy with our kids running circles around us.  I also miss our nights working out.  I felt motivated and determined...now working out isn't the same...but I will get there again.  I'm always here when you need me. &lt;br /&gt;Okay...I need to stop now, because I'm getting sad, and there are so many of you that have touched me and I cherish all your friendships.  Shannon and all the girls from bible study, your intellect has helped me through some tough times and my faith is stronger because of you all.  Diana, you could always make me laugh.  I hope everything gets better for you.  I hope you enjoy your new base.  All the other military wives  I've come to meet...I've enjoyed all my converations with you and all your experiences.  My old friends from high school,  wow...we have all grown so much.  I'm so glad we were able to keep in touch.  I hope to see you guys when I'm in Cali this summer.  To Oz's family...I hope to hear more from you during this deployment so we could support each other. &lt;br /&gt;I love you all and Cherish all my relationships with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-7939907131577917047?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7939907131577917047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=7939907131577917047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/7939907131577917047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/7939907131577917047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cherish-you.html' title='I cherish you'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-521824020593073732</id><published>2008-04-22T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T07:14:20.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few words</title><content type='html'>Ahh...it's been a long time.  Life has been busy this past month.  Lots of doctors appointments and preparing for Oz's deployment.  Once life settles next month, I should have more time to stamp and blog:o)&lt;br /&gt;Oz leaves in 2 weeks, and I've been easily annoyed by him lately.  I don't want to be, but I think I'm having resentment towards him.  I know he has a hard time, too, during deployments, but still.  I feel like I'm the mommy and daddy while he's gone.  To top it off, all my friends are gone or leaving, so I'll be by myself:o(  I know, woes me, but I'm a social person, and being alone makes the deployment seem harder to me.  That's all for now.  Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-521824020593073732?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/521824020593073732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=521824020593073732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/521824020593073732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/521824020593073732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-words.html' title='a few words'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-3486511975042118858</id><published>2008-02-28T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:12:00.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cH43PoAEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EH7Vih1Fu00/s1600-h/HPIM0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172111370541858882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cH43PoAEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EH7Vih1Fu00/s320/HPIM0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, lately I've been thinking about my friends and how much they effect me.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cGWnPoABI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PqgculYqvCI/s1600-h/HPIM0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172109682619711506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cGWnPoABI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PqgculYqvCI/s320/HPIM0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are different people in my life who make me feel different things, who I learn from, and those I just really enjoy being around.The past week and a few days, I was recovering from having my wisdom teeth out, yeah, I know, why did I wait so long? Anyways...I had a lot of time to think and ponder. That could be good or bad...you never know with me. I also had time to make a few cards to send a few special people the cards I made.   The first card I made for my best friend, Liz.  She is great.  She has always been there for me and I try to return the favor.  I feel she deserves great things and sometimes I feel bad because I don't feel she feels this way about herself.  When I came up with this card, I thought of her.  Letting her know to "emrace life"  I used groovy guava and purely pomegranate card stock.  I also embossed the "embrace life" and added ribbon I got at Michaels.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the next card, I was inspired by my friend, Angie.  Every time I see Tinker Bell, I think of her.  So when I saw this paper and stickers at Michaels, I had to get it and come up with something to make for her.  Hopefully she has already received the card!  I met Angie at Nicole's and thought she was great from the get go.  As I got to know her, I realized we had a lot in common and she was easy to talk to.  I miss hanging out with her, sipping wine and just talking about anything and everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3rd card I made for my friend, Nicole.  I just got this "Friendship Blooms" stamp set from Stampin' Up!  I used some card stock I had in my stash and some of the Tinker Bell paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last card I made for my friend, Tina.  This was a gradual friendship:o)  When we started hanging around each other more, we had a lot of fun!  Then we shared stories and experiences and it blossomed into a beautiful friendship.  I used the same stamp set as Nicole's, but just changed everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've met a lot of other people that have touched me in some way, good and bad.  And I've learned a little something from each experience.  I'm thankful to each and everyone of them.  That's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cGXXPoACI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A_Z96CAJpA4/s1600-h/HPIM0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172109695504613410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cGXXPoACI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A_Z96CAJpA4/s320/HPIM0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cGX3PoADI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BVRWY_9J1qs/s1600-h/HPIM0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172109704094548018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cGX3PoADI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BVRWY_9J1qs/s320/HPIM0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-3486511975042118858?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3486511975042118858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=3486511975042118858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/3486511975042118858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/3486511975042118858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2008/02/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cH43PoAEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EH7Vih1Fu00/s72-c/HPIM0441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-6770751637593458901</id><published>2008-02-17T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:12:00.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty</title><content type='html'>I started making a baby scrapbook for my friend, Wendy Duazo.  I hope she likes it.  I'm using paper I got at Michael's and Stampin' Up cardstock&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R7hp8HPoAAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/c6CZZ2khfGI/s1600-h/HPIM0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167997053865295874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R7hp8HPoAAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/c6CZZ2khfGI/s320/HPIM0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Is it too plain?  I wanted to just start it out for her...hmmmm.  I did a few more pages that I actually stamped on too.  But I liked these simple pages.  Hopefully I'll be able to finish tonight.  I ran out of snail and stampin' mist, but I have an order coming in, so it should be fine.  I'm still learning how to use my blog page, so if the layout looks funny...well...I'll get it eventually! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I hope to be a more active blogger, but finding the time...you moms know what I'm talking about.  I'm only on right now because the kids are playing and don't need my attention at the moment:o)  I also need to get more pictures posted, etc. etc. etc.  I guess that's it for my ramblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R7hpt3Pn__I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fvAdIF8-IvQ/s1600-h/HPIM0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167996809052159986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R7hpt3Pn__I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fvAdIF8-IvQ/s320/HPIM0414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-6770751637593458901?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6770751637593458901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=6770751637593458901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/6770751637593458901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/6770751637593458901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2008/02/crafty.html' title='Crafty'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R7hp8HPoAAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/c6CZZ2khfGI/s72-c/HPIM0417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-9115442316973429021</id><published>2008-02-13T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:54:09.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We're halfway through the week and I don't know what I've done.  Am I wasting my days?  Am I being productive?  It seems a lot of my friends are or have moved far away...so sad.  These days I stay home a lot.  Bella has ABA 3 mornings a week, so I usually scrapbook or make cards while she's doing that.  While the kids are in school in the afternoon, I'm at the gym.  Then I shower and pick them up.  When they're home, it's snack, homework and then I make dinner.  After dinner, it's showers and bathes, reading then lights out.  Then I wake up and start over.  On the days when we don't have ABA, we don't do much.  I'm hoping to change that.  Any ideas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, I lead a pretty redundant life...but I love it for the most part.  I just wish I had more adult interactions.  I need to get hold of Angie so she can help me figure out this blogging thing...you know, add pictures and what not.  It took forever to figure out how to add links!  I'm not computer savvy.  That's all for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-9115442316973429021?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9115442316973429021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=9115442316973429021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/9115442316973429021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/9115442316973429021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2008/02/wednesday-wednesday.html' title='Wednesday, wednesday'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913872676484912448.post-2851168471087998079</id><published>2008-02-09T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:44:54.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>So I decided to start blogging like my pals Angie and Vivian.  I like looking at the new ideas Angie comes up with and can't wait to see the things Viv blogs about:o)  So my thought for the day is this:  How will I make my blogs interesting?  Hmmm...I need more time to think about that one.  More to come later:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913872676484912448-2851168471087998079?l=julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2851168471087998079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913872676484912448&amp;postID=2851168471087998079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/2851168471087998079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913872676484912448/posts/default/2851168471087998079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julesthoughtfortheday.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15088181350693267685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Q0vXb8JkTQ/R8cN83PoAGI/AAAAAAAAABA/14Yureo_5iQ/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
