<?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-31041934</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:15:29.300-06:00</updated><category term='beautiful day'/><category term='VP'/><category term='babies'/><category term='Daily Show'/><category term='Sucks'/><category term='Idiocracy'/><category term='McCain'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Charlie Brown'/><category term='Sound of Music'/><category term='Women'/><category term='March madness'/><category term='prick'/><category term='Sidney Poitier'/><category term='Democrats'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='bad boss'/><category term='Elmer Fudd'/><category term='Cobert Report. 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All suffering comes from attachment. Embrace Change!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-99368059773364446</id><published>2010-08-22T16:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:16:14.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The more things change</title><content type='html'>So this week my son refused to return to the Midwest to finish his senior year of college. He pronounced he is bisexual. And he is Vegan, has anxiety attacks, and is depressed. My husband almost had an aneurysm. My sister is flipping out, she has issues with life. My daughter continues to be a fairly disagreeable.  I continue to work over time each week with no idea how not to. I am quite frankly exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little grand daughter is a delight and I think the two of us should run away to a beach and be allowed to play all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-99368059773364446?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/99368059773364446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=99368059773364446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/99368059773364446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/99368059773364446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-things-change.html' title='The more things change'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6548356410477472786</id><published>2010-03-25T00:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:20:39.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I have now been married for almost 22 years. 4 adult kids, 8 grand kids. I live in California and my husband lives in Minnesota. Long distance until the economy improves. I live with my mother, which drives me up a wall. I feel like I am in a holding pattern. I have decided I need to develop some kind of a life here, but not sure what that would look like. I am a social worker and love the work, but hate the politics. I have decided I am very close to be an atheist and really resent what has happened to the world because of religion, especially the changes in the US due to the right neo con Christians.  Religion makes no sense to me or the idea of God. I think if people cared about how they treated others and what the world was like, no one would need a God. I am tired of competitiveness in all things. I think most people are good and are worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6548356410477472786?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6548356410477472786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6548356410477472786' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6548356410477472786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6548356410477472786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-963809777629868403</id><published>2010-03-01T21:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:50:30.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>I hate to travel, not because I don't like to go places, but because of how horrible it is to travel. The airplanes are crowed, the airports are a mess, security is a time waster and I don't feel safer....You pray your pilot hasn't drank today and that the folk doing the up keep on the airplane are happy employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to where you are going then in the back of your mind the stress of returning is ever present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I love the travel channel, exposure to cultures with none of the hassles. What has the world come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-963809777629868403?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/963809777629868403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=963809777629868403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/963809777629868403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/963809777629868403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-829590045988643536</id><published>2010-02-26T16:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:54:06.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>I think the secret to marriage is a few of things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. making a commitment to your self that divorce is not an option. you have to say I will be married to him for ever.&lt;br /&gt;2. give up your ego. you don't have to be right. most things you fight about don't matter at all.&lt;br /&gt;3. all ow your self to be vulnerable. you have to be able to say I am sacred, hurt, and admit you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;4. love the person. honor the person. feel lucky for having that person.&lt;br /&gt;5. be humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-829590045988643536?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/829590045988643536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=829590045988643536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/829590045988643536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/829590045988643536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-3556567161868487987</id><published>2009-11-13T23:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:02:28.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>I love Friday nights. After a long week at work I get to go home a relax. I sit quietly and just stop thinking. My week is filled with people, if I could every weekend I would go off with my husband to a quiet beach and doing nothing for two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for CPS. Many people hate us, but what we do is vital for children. Everyday these small people are getting their lives back. They struggle with feeling at fault, being victims of the their parents, being victims of the system. They are damaged by life at such a young age. Let down by the adults who were suppose to love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unsettling to think that adults can hurt children so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-3556567161868487987?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3556567161868487987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=3556567161868487987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3556567161868487987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3556567161868487987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-1514683716475734881</id><published>2009-11-11T23:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:28:09.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>November is always unsettling. The holidays approach, the time changes and it is dark, and the remembering of family gone makes it somewhat unsettling. I have lived alone for over a year now and I do not like it. No husband, for the foreseeable future,  and no children to care for, the fabric that was my life is not now there and I need to fill it with something. Work helps and helping children now has different meaning for me. I see those faces and all they want is love and I want to open my home to them all and just love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest just turned 31 and my oldest grandchild will be 12 soon. in a few years I will be fifty. Wow life has moved fast, a blink of the eye and the years have past. I feel melancholy about the passage of time. Not getting older, but having so much to do in what seems like so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope those who I love really know it and I hope those who I have hurt will forgive. At forty-six I can see the dumb shit I use to believe and do, the rigidity of it all, the selfishness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 50 will be lived in life of service. When I leave this plane I want to have left love behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-1514683716475734881?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1514683716475734881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=1514683716475734881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1514683716475734881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1514683716475734881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4487102348176460720</id><published>2009-03-08T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:33:49.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 8th</title><content type='html'>Hi Honey, I finally finished the hall. It looks pretty good. Now I am fooling around on the internet, playing all my face book games and most likely Diablo next. That is what I do with free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small follow up to our conversation earlier, I know you are joking when you say stuff about finding a dentist or ortho guy, but this bothers me too. I love you and don't want any one else. I can't wait to see you and I think of you every day. Your picture is next to my bed for a reason. I want you here and I want us to be 80 years old in our condo in California, bitching about Republicans. You are the man for me! No one could ever take your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wife forever, V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will start blogging more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-4487102348176460720?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4487102348176460720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4487102348176460720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4487102348176460720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4487102348176460720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-8th.html' title='March 8th'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-8089405989278558396</id><published>2009-02-17T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:18:58.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever wonder where you simply f**ked up?</title><content type='html'>I have a dilemma. My daughter and I are way off track. She is mad at me all the time, no matter what I say or how I say it. She is now not allowing me to see her beautiful baby girl, who I love so much. Boundaries have to be drawn or I just enable behaviors that are not healthy. So, better to draw the boundaries or just play the game to see the baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man life is hard sometimes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-8089405989278558396?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8089405989278558396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=8089405989278558396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8089405989278558396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8089405989278558396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-ever-wonder-where-you-simply.html' title='Do you ever wonder where you simply f**ked up?'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2987400007302080973</id><published>2009-01-04T19:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:42:28.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2009</title><content type='html'>Another year has gone by and here we are looking at 2009. What is in store for a Country in the state we are in or the world as a hole. My hopes are placed in the Obama administration and what they can change. Once the Bush regime is gone can we save us or are we at the end, much like the Roman empire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other have I have a beautiful family and a wonderful husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I choose to be hopeful and to think the best will happen. That the American dream will continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2987400007302080973?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2987400007302080973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2987400007302080973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2987400007302080973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2987400007302080973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-2009.html' title='January 2009'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6547520375142052203</id><published>2008-09-21T19:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:51:10.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbr-SvTNMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yg7wOJlnVEc/s1600-h/Vail+CO+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbr-SvTNMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yg7wOJlnVEc/s200/Vail+CO+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248641871161537730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbr7FEY6ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8sf5qARNQQU/s1600-h/Vail+CO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbr7FEY6ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8sf5qARNQQU/s200/Vail+CO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248641815952288146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbr30FPd3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3k0rkTnoxIg/s1600-h/Exit+ti+Minturn+CO+HELL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbr30FPd3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3k0rkTnoxIg/s200/Exit+ti+Minturn+CO+HELL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248641759852853106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbrz8SLkrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SlA1N4bJmp4/s1600-h/Colorado+hang+glider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbrz8SLkrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SlA1N4bJmp4/s200/Colorado+hang+glider.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248641693335130802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbrwRTGQ8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Rfve4NTK2vQ/s1600-h/Colorado+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbrwRTGQ8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Rfve4NTK2vQ/s200/Colorado+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248641630256645058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbrskzlauI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mv2d-JzJyKY/s1600-h/Colorado+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbrskzlauI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mv2d-JzJyKY/s200/Colorado+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248641566773701346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbro5C_ICI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UM0kqA5DHKA/s1600-h/Colorado+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbro5C_ICI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UM0kqA5DHKA/s200/Colorado+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248641503487533090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6547520375142052203?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6547520375142052203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6547520375142052203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6547520375142052203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6547520375142052203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-colorado.html' title='More Colorado'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SNbr-SvTNMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yg7wOJlnVEc/s72-c/Vail+CO+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4191955927743843748</id><published>2008-09-04T22:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:38:36.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCptlfQ9qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/N1_IkHZioUU/s1600-h/yellow,+white,+purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCptlfQ9qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/N1_IkHZioUU/s200/yellow,+white,+purple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242376566881711778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCpnm-4T2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0htZfbPmhuE/s1600-h/Windmill+in+CO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCpnm-4T2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/0htZfbPmhuE/s200/Windmill+in+CO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242376464203534178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCpiKrYbEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hqrFu0-2LZw/s1600-h/Wild+flowers+in+CO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCpiKrYbEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hqrFu0-2LZw/s200/Wild+flowers+in+CO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242376370706213954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCpc8qCfpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xlYDdnjdv3A/s1600-h/White+Clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCnEcnE1QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/j4nsx_zUU6k/s200/Climbing+up+the+Rockies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242373661100659970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCm-DeqSsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/u4p7UQxn-Fc/s1600-h/Bales+of+Hay+and+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCm-DeqSsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/u4p7UQxn-Fc/s200/Bales+of+Hay+and+Flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242373551275264706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-4191955927743843748?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4191955927743843748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4191955927743843748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4191955927743843748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4191955927743843748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/colorado.html' title='Colorado'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SMCptlfQ9qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/N1_IkHZioUU/s72-c/yellow,+white,+purple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-339677249030909106</id><published>2008-09-04T22:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:21:49.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am on the road!</title><content type='html'>So now that I feel human a few notes from the road....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota- nice rest areas, Southern MN looks like Iowa, it seem to take a long time to get out of MN, the sign leaving the State says Thanks for Visiting Minnesota and I thought this has been a long visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa- even nicer rest areas and they all have wifi for the traveler who is addicted to their internet porn, Tons of Windmill farms very cool, Des Moines was small and the only landmark it the capitol which I didn't really remember. Iowa seemed like a long ride too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nebraska- Omaha is huge now, too bad it is ugly urban sprawl, You certainly see the penis on the prairie when you come up on Lincoln, I was tempted to stop and see the new Husker stadium but didn't, They have had by far the friendliest people ate the different places I stopped, In North Platte I saw some good old boy farmers, Kearney bridge looks better now that it has aged, I drove past Burle without stopping.I really enjoyed Nebraska Cows, Donkeys, Horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado- Beautiful, miles and miles of wildflowers they were stunning, The mountains are beautiful!, the drivers around Denver were jerks! the only bad driving I have seen, I am at 8751 elevation and I am light headed...nothing new there.I have really enjoyed CO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-339677249030909106?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/339677249030909106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=339677249030909106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/339677249030909106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/339677249030909106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-on-road.html' title='I am on the road!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4407599080154061487</id><published>2008-09-01T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:38:19.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Republicans'/><title type='text'>More Info on Palin courtesy of Linous my facebook politico..</title><content type='html'>August 30, 2008 - Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://profile. myspace. com/index. cfm?fuseaction=user. viewprofile&amp;friendID=18474997"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://profile. myspace. com/index. cfm?fuseaction=user. viewprofile&amp;friendID=18474997&lt;/a&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Royal Highness Sarah Palin...&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: blessed&lt;br /&gt;Category: News and Politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely time to address issues relating to Her Majesty in a separate Posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one alleged Political Strategist after another pulls a tab from the Take-a-Number Machine outside of the Coronation Room occupied for the moment by Sarah of Wasilla...I am compelled to once again cut through the material which is routinely shoveled for the purposes of creating another full day of programming at the cable news networks...and deal with the hard cold facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost...the news organizations have bought into the experience red herring first offered by the McNuts organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Sarah is the Commander-in-Chief of the Alaska National Guard. She has far more experience in Foreign Affairs, than does Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facts are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palin is the Commander-in-Chief of the Alaska National Guard, and has been for a period of roughly 18 months...because every State Governor is the Commander-in-Chief of the National Guard...by statute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean...especially in terms of her experience in Foreign Affairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Commander-in-Chief of a State National Guard can have NO experience in Foreign Affairs...because...once that State National Guard is Federalized...the Governor is no longer the Commander-in-Chief of those Guard Units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, by the time the National Guard Units would have any involvement with a Foreign Nation...the President of the United States has become their Commander-in-Chief...NOT the Governor...even in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more important truth is...Governor Palin, in her pre-Queen role as Commander-in-Chief of the Alaska National Guard, for the 18 month period previously mentioned...has not called out a single National Guard Unit EVEN ONCE...other than to load them onto airplanes for transport to Iraq and Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...will someone please explain to me, how loading National Guard Troops onto planes to be transported to a war which was entered into on a lie, and supported by your new Running Mate...constitutes any form of experience...in Foreign Affairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McNuts Campaign also cites, on the experience question...yet another factoid which has also accompanied the hook, line and sinker, into the gullet of virtually all of the cable news outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Sarah has far more experience than does Barack Obama...because she was a Chief Executive when she served as the Mayor of Wasilla, Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again...and very unfortunately for those who have bought into this drivel, the truth must be shared, if for no other purpose than that of providing a legitimate reference point for further discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republican voters refused to accept the claims of one Rudolph Giuliani, to the effect that serving as the Chief Executive of a little town called New York City...population 8,214,000...qualified him to serve as President of the United states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News organizations are routinely reporting the population of Wasilla, Alaska at between 8,500 and 9,500...despite the fact that the Official Website of the Town of Wasilla, reports the population at 5,469 as of the 2000 Census. Between 1990 and 2000, the town moved from 4,029 to 5,469...but somehow, news organizations feel compelled to suggest that in only eight years, the population has almost doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The variant reporting of the population of Wasilla, however, is not the key point of the discussion...though it does go to show how virtually all media outlets are looking for any reason to attempt to enhance even the limited experience the Queen possesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City of New York...captained by Giuliani...employs 444,542 City Workers, including more teachers, police, firefighters, trash collectors and even bus drivers, than there are CITIZENS in the thriving metropolis of Wasilla, Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet...Rudy was deemed lacking in the kind of experience as a Chief Executive, in order to run the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now however...serving as Chief Executive, in a locality which has an entire police force composed of TWENTY EIGHT...warrants the Coronation of the former almost beauty queen. Here again...it should be noted that the Offical Town of Wasilla Website...under the section marked POLICE...not only lists the size of the force at 28, but also AGAIN states as fact that the current 2008 population is 6700...NOT the 8500 or the 9500 which has been routinely reported by every major news outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be comfortable knowing that once Johnny War Hero is taking a dirt nap, that Vladimir Putin was dealing with a Commander-in-Chief whose primary experience in terms of managing any form of defense...was the oversight of TWENTY EIGHT police officers in Wasilla, Alaska?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a question...perhaps rhetorical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next item up for bids on The Price is Right...the claim that former Hillary Clinton Supporters are flocking to the Johnny Fertilizer Campaign, because of the presence of the new Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes as much, or as little sense as anything previously addressed...and frankly, I give Hillary Supporters more credit than to suggest that they are only interested in the sex of a potenial Vice President, and not at all with what else that person brings to the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to resting her Miss Congeniality, Runner-Up to Miss Alaska self on the throne...Just Plain Sarah was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The political protege of the now indicted and soon to be convicted felon, Ted Stevens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Endorsed formally by Ted Stevens in every Statewide political race she has been involved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A strong supporter of anti-choice legislation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A strong supporter of the Bush/Cheney Energy Policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A solid favorite of the religious right...primarily for her stand on the issue of reinserting prayer into public schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A vocal opponent of any form of gay rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. THE STATE CAMPAIGN CHAIRPERSON FOR PAT BUCHANAN during his 2000 Presidential Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A vocal supporter of the Bush/McCain proposal to privatize Social Security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them off, Hillary Supporters. If you can put a check mark next to ONE item which you agree with...at least think about sacrificing Rowe v. Wade with a vote for the Johnny No Choice/Queen Sarah Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...we have to ask this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the McNuts Campaign...in virtually ALL of its rah-rah press releases involving Queen Sarah...comparing HER qualifications, to that of BARACK OBAMA...and NOT to Joe Biden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the McDeath Bed Campaign know something that it refuses to reveal about the true health of their own Candidate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...does the McWeasel Organization just not want to compare the record of a person who had the nerve to fire a police chief over the phone because he dissed her sister...with a man who stared down Slobodan Milosovic and called him a war criminal...to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality...it really does come down to the fact that this race is only between Barack Obama and Queen Sarah...if Johnny Check Out...checks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lets keep the comparison real. McNuts is still Bush 44...and Barack Obama is still the only thing even remotely resembling a new course...at a time when polls suggest that as many as 87% of America believes the country is on the wrong track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Sarah will not be debating Obama...she will be thoroughly shown up by Joe Biden...as the much younger and in a really creepy kind of way, running mate of a man who is seeking to USE her, because he has absolutely no policies, programs or vision to take the United States down a path which will return the nation to the level of influence and respect that it once held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and in case you were wondering...Nancy Lynn Ball of Rehoboth Beach, actually WON the Miss Delaware competition in 1984. She wasnt even a Runner-up. Can we not agree that the Former Miss Cape Henelopen is FAR more qualified to deal with Vladimir Putin in a pinch...then Miss Wasilla?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could obviously go on with this, to ask the question WHAT KIND OF MOTHER would walk out on a three month old special needs child for either two months, or eight years...in order to further her own interests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is what happens when the only trophy you bring home is for being Miss Congeniality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God have mercy on your soul for choosing your own political career over the care and requirements of your child, Sarah Palin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may God have mercy on the United States of America...if the Former CEO of Wasilla, Alaska, ever comes face to face with Vladimir Putin, with all of our lives on the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-4407599080154061487?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4407599080154061487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4407599080154061487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4407599080154061487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4407599080154061487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-info-on-palin-courtesy-of-linous.html' title='More Info on Palin courtesy of Linous my facebook politico..'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6347002657028659507</id><published>2008-08-31T14:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:07:34.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Republicans'/><title type='text'>Is anyone else insulted over Sarah Palin being chosen as the Republican VP?</title><content type='html'>As an American woman I am insulted over the cynical pick of Sarah Palin as the Republican VP. She has a vaginia and everything I believe is supposed to suddenly escape my female pee sized brain?!  I am suppose to want to vote Republican because they pick a woman? This proves the Republicans are insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin is against abortion and does not believe in birth control. &lt;br /&gt;Sarah does not believe in evolution and thinks all schools should teach creationism.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have an opinion on the Iraq war.&lt;br /&gt;She is a pro gun person. &lt;br /&gt;She doesn't believe in global warming. &lt;br /&gt;She oppose gay marriage.&lt;br /&gt;She is against putting polar bears on the endangered species list. &lt;br /&gt;She is an advocate strongly for drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband works for BP (British Petroleum) and she pushed for another pipeline to be built in Alaska. &lt;br /&gt;At the age of 45, since she does not believe in birth control, had another baby and he has down syndrome. This seems to me to be pretty poor judgement on her part. &lt;br /&gt;She says she has family values, she is a Governor and her husband works on the North Shore full time, who raises the Palin kids?&lt;br /&gt;Palin has her sisters ex husband fired from the Alaska State Patrol. Can anyone say abuse of power?&lt;br /&gt;Palin was a Mayor of a 9,000 person town and has been Governor for only 20 months.&lt;br /&gt;She voted for pat Buchanan over George Bush in 2000. If you think Bush is bad Buchanan is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;She stated on 7/30/2008 she does not know what the VP does every day.&lt;br /&gt;She named her kids Track, Bristol, Willow, Piper and Trig. &lt;br /&gt;The major newspapers in Alaska do not think she should be the VP pick. &lt;br /&gt;Her mother-in-law said she is voting for Obama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So America, is this this a responsible pick from a 72 year old man who has had repeated bouts of cancer? Do you want Palin running our country? Does being a lucky beauty queen now give people the credentials to be the VP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/8/29/183255/841/290/579394ttp://"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6347002657028659507?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6347002657028659507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6347002657028659507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6347002657028659507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6347002657028659507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-anyone-else-insulted-over-sarah.html' title='Is anyone else insulted over Sarah Palin being chosen as the Republican VP?'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2084849237752345713</id><published>2008-08-16T09:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:39:47.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>Olympic Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I love the Olympics and I watch both the summer and winter Olympics as much as I can when they are on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beijing 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of beach volleyball. It is a boring game. The tiny little suits are fricken ridiculous, and the male sports casters need to masturbate first and then actually just talk about the game. I am sick of hearing about Misty May's "spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been against all professionals participating in the Olympics. I get that some countries have athlete mills, so the justification is that US pros need to play to be competitive- the DON'T let any of them play. The IOC need to certify that programs are for the amateur athlete. Otherwise, don't let them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the swimming, but the new lazer suit and the worlds fastest pool have made world records meaningless. I think the lazer suit should be banned and the pools need to be standardized. If we want to know what an individual can do then put them in a regular speedo and just thrown them in a standard Olympic size pool. The rest is just technological bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to see Judo, table tennis, badminton, the horse crap, and all the other sports that are getting little coverage. NBC sucks ob their coverage. The show what they think will draw the biggest audience with commercial after commercial and the coverage sucks. If I have to see one more god damn profile on Micheal Phelps or his mother I'll puke! It is about the sports you jack asses, shoe show me the games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2084849237752345713?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2084849237752345713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2084849237752345713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2084849237752345713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2084849237752345713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-thoughts.html' title='Olympic Thoughts'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-8335123522425561818</id><published>2008-08-16T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:43:04.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 501, Oh god it better be a good one!</title><content type='html'>My last day on the job will be Aug 29th, unless they kick me out sooner. I plan on leaving for CA on September 3rd....I can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By September 7the I will be on the beach watching the Pacific Ocean. I can’t wait to get into the ocean and swim in that deep blue cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Westwood for lunch or may up the PCH to Neptune’s Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my very favorite place in So Cal is the Getty on PCH. I went there as a kids and I love how it feels to walk in through history and the beauty of the artwork....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Point Mugu to climb up the sandhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop by the rose gardens in Pasadena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Barbara to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive to Big Bear to remember what it feels like to be on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch a play in Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel Islands for some whale watching and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Neil Diamond at the Hollywood Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balboa for over priced shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catalina to get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a drag show with Jaymes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOLcdm6wg7s&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-8335123522425561818?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8335123522425561818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=8335123522425561818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8335123522425561818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8335123522425561818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-501-oh-god-it-better-be-good-one.html' title='Post 501, Oh god it better be a good one!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-5857607819064898905</id><published>2008-08-13T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:03:32.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Number 500!</title><content type='html'>So this is a milestone, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my 500th post&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I used to blog over on Tripod and then moved to the more user friendly Blogger. I started back in 2004. By 2004 blogging was entrenched on the web. I started blogging as a way to get all that stuff in my head out. Then I started to make what I like to call"blog Buddies". People checked in regularly and gave advice, gave support, made jokes, shared their world, and sometimes were jerks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What has changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 4 years I have moved quite a bit, ran from hurricanes, solved a multitude of problems, and added more grandchildren. I am less judgmental, more gray hair, smarter I hope, more relaxed, feel like I do not have to control much of anything, lived, laughed, learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hasn't changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess me, the inner core of me....is that good? Yes and No. I am certainly still making some the same stupid mistakes (i.e. JOBS), but the mistakes seem to be based in this belief I have that the world is a good place and that most people are good people. It clouds my judgment at times and I do not protect myself from others. Since I don't take crap from people, it has been hard to be successful on the job. I don't maneuver the politically correct landscape well and forget that there are people who have very weak egos. As a move along in a jobs and I always excel at my job, people become intimidated. It sounds egotistical, but I recognize it for what it is. Then people try to "break" me, it never works and I just leave. A strange dynamic I work in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine says I was a slave owner in a previous life and it is now my karma to go through this life with bad jobs, but I now think I may have a different mission. Each time I leave a position, after I am gone, there is huge change that takes place in these organizations. Boss have been forced out, methods have changes, and usually for the betterment of the company. So I now see my self as a catalyst of change. I am naturally drawn to making things better and change. I realize now most people do not like change and take change as a criticism of the way things are. That puzzles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would like to retire from the catalyst of change career. My next goal is to do something different. I am not sure what, but something different. I need to look at what I do differently ask different questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do like that I am walking away from what turned into an abusive situation with the felling still that the world is basically a wonderful place and you meet a few pricks along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does occur to me that it appears pricks rise to the top of organizations, just because they stick around long enough. I really have to laugh when organizations talk about efficiency and growing talent. It has not been my experience that the folks at the top have either talent or the ability to run an organization to reach its fullest potential. Just good enough seems to be the American way, which explains George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow wasn't that cool how a wrapped everything up in a nice little package of pseudo philosophy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks for the chance to write, bitch, expose, complain, rant, and share with all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-5857607819064898905?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5857607819064898905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=5857607819064898905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5857607819064898905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5857607819064898905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-number-500.html' title='Post Number 500!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2674180879753495236</id><published>2008-08-11T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:44:34.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful day'/><title type='text'>499 Wow that is a lot of posts!</title><content type='html'>I feel pretty damn good today. 14 days left on the job, then I am finished with some of the stupidest people I have ever met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to my wonderful husband, celebrated my sons 19th birthday, talked to my daughter, watched Michael Phelps win another gold, ate a tomato from my garden, played with my dogs, your god damn right it's a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1lxNa9td3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1lxNa9td3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2674180879753495236?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2674180879753495236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2674180879753495236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2674180879753495236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2674180879753495236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/499-wow-that-is-lot-of-posts.html' title='499 Wow that is a lot of posts!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-1321163831240434901</id><published>2008-08-10T11:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:35:50.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pacific'/><title type='text'>Only 15 more days......... Post number 498</title><content type='html'>I gave notice on Tuesday, one day before my one year anniversary at my job. I decided to talk individually to each staff and let them know what I was doing. I was honest, so  the staff would have the information they need to make decisions for themselves. One of the staff went running to another manager complaining that I was not supportive and I was talking bad about my boss. The staff said she was going to HR. I could not believe it! I can't even quit right at this place! I hope they tell me I do not have to do the rest of my notice time, really the shit I put up with on a day to day basis. I can not wait to leave there and they can stay in this negative dysfunctional place. So now I am not going to talk to anybody if I do have to stay...these people are unbelievably stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I am off to CA on 9/3/08. I will start here in Minnesota and drive to Omaha. My son just moved there so I will stay the night. The second night will be in Colorado near Vail. I thought a night in the mountains would be a great way to really solidify the change in my life. A third night in St George Utah, then a short fourth day arriving in Apple Valley Ca on 9/6. I am going to meander across the US and leave negativity behind me. I really can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first line of Business in CA is to see the ocean again....I miss the Pacific Ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-1321163831240434901?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1321163831240434901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=1321163831240434901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1321163831240434901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1321163831240434901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-15-more-days.html' title='Only 15 more days......... Post number 498'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-9083119735654353677</id><published>2008-08-05T17:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:26:40.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave notice!</title><content type='html'>I turned in my notice today and gave them until the end of the month. I am checking out at this point. It is really not worth my time. I have been telling my staff and they have been very generous to me saying lovely things. I just don't want them to think it is them, it is not it is my Director who has increasingly shown poor judgment and decision making.I want out before something bad happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to know that this is almost over. I am very uncomfortable being there. I also can't wait to get to Ca to be by my family. I think I will leave arounb 9/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-9083119735654353677?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9083119735654353677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=9083119735654353677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/9083119735654353677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/9083119735654353677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-gave-notice.html' title='I gave notice!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2400220438892545290</id><published>2008-07-27T11:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:44:59.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Seeing the world from a different place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIyqDGWCV9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/PqLdxxAGJJI/s1600-h/Jaymie+Super+Cute+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIyqDGWCV9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/PqLdxxAGJJI/s200/Jaymie+Super+Cute+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227740237689673682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIypnWcY6TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/s_gd3cmSLAQ/s1600-h/Jaymie+Adorable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIypnWcY6TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/s_gd3cmSLAQ/s200/Jaymie+Adorable.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227739760974948658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaymie Atticus Cutlip arrived on June 23,2008 at 6:57 AM. She was 8lbs and 11 oz, 21.25 inches long. She has a head of red hair and is simply beautiful! Mom and Dad are very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love!So much so that I have decided on another huge life change. I am going back to California to be near my kids. My Daughter and Jaymie will be in the same town and my son Scott and his new baby will be about 8 hours away. Unfortunately my son Kevin's older children moved to Washington with their Mom, but I can get up there easier than I can from Minnesota. Kevin himself is moving back to Nebraska with his youngest Kennedy. So it will still be a struggle,to see Kevin's family. I will also be near my Mom, who turns 70 today, and that is probably a good thing. My sister is out there too and we have been getting along better. So I think another great adventure is in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am packing up my car on September 1st and driving out to see Mount Rushmore, then down through Colorado, and on the California. It is around 1800 miles. Mr. V is going to stay here and close up the house and try to sell it or we may just rent. Our son who is here says he wants to stay, but that revolves around his girlfriend. We will see if in a year the young love has lasted. Mr. V would like to settle in San Diego, which would be fun, but I think I would like maybe a more inland or even northern point. We'll figure it out. In the mean time it will be a long distance thing, but since he has such nice long breaks at school he can come and see me often. It will be wierd. I have lived with him for 20 years....The poodles are stay in MN for now, Mr. V and the poodles are quite attached.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The job has been interesting, but again they have no vision and I am just not going to do that anymore. I am going to work as a substitute teacher while I find a dream job. My friend who is in films may be getting a 3 picture deal and I told him I would also help him, so that will be super exciting. They are small movies, but I love the creative side of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we'll see where the wind takes me...I am really excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2400220438892545290?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2400220438892545290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2400220438892545290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2400220438892545290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2400220438892545290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/jaymie-atticus-cutlip-arrived-on-june.html' title='Seeing the world from a different place'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIyqDGWCV9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/PqLdxxAGJJI/s72-c/Jaymie+Super+Cute+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4908461713826636057</id><published>2008-06-18T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:37:50.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No baby yet</title><content type='html'>So my daughter is still pregnant. She was due on the 11th and then they moved it to the 15th. Now they are saying if she doesn't have the baby by the 23rd, they will induce her at 6 PM on the 23rd. She sent me a picture today and she is lovely, but looks uncomfortable. It is strange to watch your children become parents. You want to help them with everything, but much like the rest of life they learn on their own. So, I am relegated to buying toys, clothes, and cribs. That is fun too! I can't wait to go to California in two weeks to see her and the baby. The when she grows up a bit I can spoil her and be her friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson Jeff, accepted my invitation to be my friend on Obama.com. I am very proud of him too. What a neat kid getting involved in politics at a young age,11. I hope I can help steer him towards the good side instead of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama Rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/dashboard/public/gG5McL"&gt;http://my.barackobama.com/page/dashboard/public/gG5McL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/group/InverGroveHeightsIGHforObama"&gt;http://my.barackobama.com/page/group/InverGroveHeightsIGHforObama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-4908461713826636057?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4908461713826636057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4908461713826636057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4908461713826636057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4908461713826636057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-baby-yet.html' title='No baby yet'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-7495160993961731075</id><published>2008-06-13T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:27:01.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>June is a big month for me. I married my first husband June 3, I started dating my second Husband 20 years ago in June, There are birthdays galore for my family, and my daughter is due to have her baby any day. It is the start of summer and has the longest day of the year. It use to mean the end of the school year. Flower burst forth, the sun shines in all its glory, and the sky is a color of blue that reminds me of Paul Newman's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love June....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-7495160993961731075?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7495160993961731075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=7495160993961731075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7495160993961731075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7495160993961731075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-5573849798647128479</id><published>2008-05-04T14:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:38:12.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corner gas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prick'/><title type='text'>2:20 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SB4O3w0ebwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vv-SfCY1q-E/s1600-h/Mason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SB4O3w0ebwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vv-SfCY1q-E/s200/Mason.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196607371192725250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SB4OrA0ebvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yMsJBskCQvw/s1600-h/Jaymie%27s+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SB4OrA0ebvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yMsJBskCQvw/s200/Jaymie%27s+Face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196607152149393138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaymie's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel shitty today. I love spring, but my sinuses do not. I cleaned out my rose garden this morning and cut my roses back. The dogs have spent most of the day outside, aww warmth. I am eating pineapple and watching my favorite stress reliever, "Corner Gas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corner Gas is about a small gas station with a restaurant next to it and the lives of the small town folks. It is smarter than Seinfeld and funnier. It is really worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this guy who divorced his first wife after 20 something years of marriage. He took the kids and limited her access. He claimed, "she's crazy!" Now I have learned the second wife is gone and you guessed it she's crazy too. At least the second wife kept the kid from him. He is a bastard. I have known him since high school and he was always awful to his wife, who was the sweetest lady when they married. It is funny that he does not see a pattern here. Really sad for the kids and the women. Prick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-5573849798647128479?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5573849798647128479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=5573849798647128479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5573849798647128479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5573849798647128479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/220-pm.html' title='2:20 PM'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SB4O3w0ebwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vv-SfCY1q-E/s72-c/Mason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6575878172636426228</id><published>2008-05-04T03:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:26:37.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiocracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cynical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>3:12 AM</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since a I have posted anything. I have been putting my heart and soul into my new job and have neglected a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid for doing so. As I have learned many times before hard work does not pay off in appreciation. I am not sure why I can not seem to internalize this. I have cut way back on the number of hours I am working and I am seeking to really learn what it is that makes a job satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news. My daughter is having a baby in June, a girl Malissa and Jason will name Jaymie. My son is also having his first, a boy that he and Candi will name Mason. Mason is due in August. That will be grand baby 7 and 8. The boy is finishing his first year of college and has done really well. He has had a job for about 6 months and a lovely girlfriend. My oldest, still struggles and I am hoping for they day he can choose an easier path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost much of what I did consider spiritual in my self. I am not sure where it has gone, but I think it has to do with my world view changing. I am feeling more cynical about where we are heading. I see the same poor choices being made by societies over and over. Are we going to be "Idiocracy"? All these very young people worshiping the likes of Paris Hilton. Adults still looking at Republicans as a solution. People still not heeding the truths of global warming. Where will my grandchildren be in 60 years? What will the world hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing? Yes. Though I do not feel depressed, just cynical. I do not like it, but I am having a hard time finding something to hold onto, that says the world can be right again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6575878172636426228?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6575878172636426228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6575878172636426228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6575878172636426228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6575878172636426228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/312-am.html' title='3:12 AM'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-3601659347891305069</id><published>2007-11-11T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:50:35.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not being around lately, I have been working between 50 and 60 hours a week for about 8 weeks. All is going great, but when I get home and on the weekends I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a big Thanksgiving dinner for our clients this week, so I cooked a 25lb turkey today and made stuffing for about 50. We serve about 150 guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on an Christmas surprise for the kids, at this rate I may not finish it. Can't say what it is, because Missy reads this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the garage with my car and now have a dent in the door. I am chalking it up the being so tired. Mr. Nownes was not happy with me, but I can't change what happened, so I am just moving forward. He got over it pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are winterized and ready for snow. We saw flakes twice last week, I was so excited. I love winter and the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is great and enjoying college. His girlfriend Haley is delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor little girl, Missy, has wicked morning sickness and I feel so bad for her. I was like that with my first child. (That means you Kevin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet boy, Scott, is back from three weeks in Italy. He is actually seeing the world in the Army Reserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin just turned 29, I can't believe I will have a kid who is 30 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the grandkids and miss them.The hardest thing about coming home from Utah is getting over missing my kids (Kevin, Beth, Scott, and Candi) and grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-3601659347891305069?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3601659347891305069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=3601659347891305069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3601659347891305069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3601659347891305069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry-for-not-being-around-lately-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-7005585748300012363</id><published>2007-10-21T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:01:33.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no write</title><content type='html'>I have been busy on the new job. One of the managers has left the company and I have been working 50 to 60 hours a week. When I get home I am tuckered out! It looks like I may get promoted! I love this job. My bosses are the best and the staff are great! i love the clients and it is never as dull moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Utah over my birthday to see my boys and the grandkids. We had a great time. I went on a scenic train ride through the mountains and carved pumpkins with the little kids. I baby sat for Kevin and Beth Ann, so they could catch a movie. Kevin showed me a great film &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Legend of 1900&lt;/span&gt;. Bethy is a great mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter surprised me with the news she is having a baby. The new little guy is due in June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know my new daughter-in-law Candy better and she is a delightful young lady. Scott is off to Italy for the Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is doing well in college and has a lovely girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow life is really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-7005585748300012363?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7005585748300012363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=7005585748300012363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7005585748300012363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7005585748300012363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-no-write.html' title='Long time no write'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-147531027309820861</id><published>2007-09-22T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T07:50:05.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my new job!</title><content type='html'>So, we just passed week 6, I worked 51 hours this week and loved it all. I have never worked for a place that values its employees so much. Here are emails I received this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice President:&lt;br /&gt;Not a problem. I know your program is going through some significant challenges &amp; your resources are being stretched.  All is well and thank you for your leadership at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Supervisor:&lt;br /&gt;Thank-You for all of the hard work that you have done interviewing candidates and&lt;br /&gt;putting this spread sheet together, you have done a impressive job, and I am very&lt;br /&gt;appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My director has just been wonderful to me also. He asks my opinion and listens. He has been supportive and helpful. He is very knowledgeable, honest, and has so much integrity, actually everyone does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My staff is the best! Hard working, fun, honest people.....The clients are fun and I have enjoyed every minute getting to know them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I hit the mother load! I am so appreciative that I found this job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Universe!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-147531027309820861?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/147531027309820861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=147531027309820861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/147531027309820861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/147531027309820861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-my-new-job.html' title='I love my new job!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-7734839455986726595</id><published>2007-09-01T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:21:32.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new car!</title><content type='html'>Well, new to me. I am opposed to buying a brand new car, it seems wasteful. Anyway, we found a 2005 Dodge Neon with 37,000 miles for $8400. I think that was a steal. Consumer reports recommends the Neon. It is silver and gets about 30 mpg on the highway. Yeah! It really is very comfortable too for a small car. I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-7734839455986726595?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7734839455986726595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=7734839455986726595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7734839455986726595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7734839455986726595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-new-car.html' title='I have a new car!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-7530187448542656122</id><published>2007-09-01T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:12:04.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4</title><content type='html'>Another successful week on the job. I made some points with the director by just following through on things, I have some interviews set up next week to hire some people, and my toughest staff person seems to be coming around. It is so nice working for people who are honest, intelligent, and earnest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am car shopping some more today. Wish me luck on finding something, I just hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the start of college football. For months I have been waiting for the first Nebraska game. Buy what do I discover last night!!!! God Damn ABC is show Wisconsin here! I am pissed! I swear when will the net works come into the 21st century. Where are web cast or pay per view? They wonder why people don't watch network TV. You still can not see what you want to see. ABC SUCKS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still LOVE my new phone. Verizon rules! The reception is great, my enV phone is the coolest, and I was able to get rid of the land line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-7530187448542656122?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7530187448542656122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=7530187448542656122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7530187448542656122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7530187448542656122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/week-4.html' title='Week 4'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-8063703125662696728</id><published>2007-08-25T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T07:36:08.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3</title><content type='html'>Another delightful week on the job. My director is super supportive and my boss and I are already becoming fast friends. My boss is such a nice person. We have a client whose father died a few years back and Steve took him under his wing. He sees him on weekends, takes him out on birthdays, and he spends every holiday with Steve's family. Not many people would do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking for a car to buy. I decided that if I was going to commute again I needed to be comfortable. I will not buy a new car, it seems a waste of money so we get the consumer reports recommendations and start looking. I am not a particular person about cars, so it is more about comfort and fuel economy more than anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also changed cell phone companies today. I went from Sprint to Verizon and i am super happy with it. I bought the new enV phone and it is cool. GPS, a keyboard for texting, online services...the works. I love my phone and it is a bitchen color of orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were out today we stumbled upon the bridge that collapsed. Neither one of us realized where we were and before we new it we were sitting on a bridge over 35W looking at the devastation. It was shocking, horrifying, and heart breaking. I think of the billions being spent on an unjust war and 12 of my fellow Minnesotans died, since we can not seem to take care of our own infrastructure. I think about the families who will never be the same, people who died on that bridge all the soldiers who have died, all their families and the millions of Iraqis who have died, fled their country, and live in fear.......for what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-8063703125662696728?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8063703125662696728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=8063703125662696728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8063703125662696728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8063703125662696728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/week-3.html' title='Week 3'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-70538702721445824</id><published>2007-08-23T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:25:10.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Job Offer</title><content type='html'>So I was playing telephone tag with the woman who was trying to offer me that job. I finally left her a message saying thank you very much, but I had accepted another position and I had really appreciated their time ect....... She called me back and was a bitch! It was like I had done something to her personally. I apologized and pointed out that I had accepted a supervisory position and that I felt it was unethical to quit and go to another job. She was really unreasonable. Now i feel like I dodged a bullet! I really know I made the right decision now! Never under estimate how important it is to be treated well on the job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-70538702721445824?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/70538702721445824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=70538702721445824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/70538702721445824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/70538702721445824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/second-job-offer.html' title='Second Job Offer'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-1482870142970329713</id><published>2007-08-22T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T07:35:17.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains</title><content type='html'>I was offered another job this week. Actually a really good paying job too making 5,000 more than I am making now. I am always so uncomfortable making these big life decisions. I have been at the new job 2 weeks, my bosses are great, the staff is super nice, loads of flexibility,good money,nice office,and the best is that I can walk out of my office and walk a half a block in either direction and get an Icee! The new job offer is more money, unionized, and only 9 miles from my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned it down....After 2 years of being miserable I have found a place where the atmosphere is wonderful and I am not risking loosing that. I have always said that the environment is more important than anything else about the job. So I am staying put!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-1482870142970329713?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1482870142970329713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=1482870142970329713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1482870142970329713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1482870142970329713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-it-rains.html' title='When it Rains'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-8772447450802131782</id><published>2007-08-21T07:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T07:16:51.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2</title><content type='html'>Week 2 of the new job was great! The second manager came back from vacation and he is a Husker fan too! On Friday I went in late to work,because we took about 20 clinets to an amusement park that night. It was a blast. My staff are warming up to me and I found a great Chinese place down the street. This week I will find pizza. I think I'll add plants to my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a new car too, one that will make my commuting comfortable and then I can give my Altima to the Boy, who starts college in a week....I can not believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to have a job that I don't feel like running screaming out the door at the end of the day. Again I feel like a whole different person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-8772447450802131782?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8772447450802131782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=8772447450802131782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8772447450802131782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8772447450802131782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6315658761225002270</id><published>2007-08-13T07:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T07:50:59.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One</title><content type='html'>The new job was great last week. In fact, there was so little stress that I felt like I was on vacation. My new boss, Mr.F, is a super nice guy and several of the employees told me how this was the best place they have ever worked. I have a nice office with a huge window. Awww sunlight during the day! No more cube farm. I spent quite a bit of time in training and this week I am going to meet with the folks I supervise and get to know them. I supervise 6 people and the ones I have met seem really nice and do a good job. I am also going to go out with them and job shadow. I am Starting to dig my new hours. I have been a bit tired trying to switch my internal clock. I was working from 6 Am until 2:30 pm and know I am working 10 am until 6 pm. I like being able to get up and putter around. Plus there is no traffic to deal with at 10 or 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if your miserable in a job I really suggest trying something else....I feel like a different person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6315658761225002270?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6315658761225002270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6315658761225002270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6315658761225002270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6315658761225002270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/week-one.html' title='Week One'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2374718388828521679</id><published>2007-08-05T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:06:46.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Movie Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oDNkLM2aK-g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oDNkLM2aK-g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-2374718388828521679?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/' title='Best Movie Ever'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2374718388828521679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2374718388828521679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2374718388828521679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2374718388828521679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-movie-ever.html' title='Best Movie Ever'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-3199684519080918655</id><published>2007-08-03T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:59:22.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Nghtmare is Over</title><content type='html'>Yes, friends.......I am finished at the HELL job! I left about 30 minutes ago and I feel great! On to a new and more exciting career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again thank you for with listening or reading my ongoing complaints about the HELL job. Without you all I probably would have ended up in a fetal position under my desk no longer able to communicate with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-3199684519080918655?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3199684519080918655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=3199684519080918655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3199684519080918655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3199684519080918655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-nghtmare-is-over.html' title='The Long Nghtmare is Over'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-297879317348029497</id><published>2007-07-26T17:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:12:46.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh it just gets better</title><content type='html'>My best friend from work got a new job today and is putting in her notice tomorrow.  There are three of us on a team and now 2 will be gone.....Since I put in notice they are just dumping all my stuff on employees that are there, so now they will really be screwed. Between the two of us we have about 500 clients. And within those clients we have numerous contacts. So I have the biggest client and I counted today I have 53 active contact around the world. I am so glad she gets to leave too. The only thing about leaving that was bothering me was leaving her, since we have become total supports for each other. Karma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-297879317348029497?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/297879317348029497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=297879317348029497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/297879317348029497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/297879317348029497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-it-just-gets-better.html' title='Oh it just gets better'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-7659663881257416219</id><published>2007-07-22T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:40:50.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot the best part!</title><content type='html'>My horrible supervisor is on vacation right now and since I put in my notice they have called her to come back in next week! So, the bonus is her vacation has been screwed up!&lt;br /&gt;Petty yes, but that woman has been a bitch for two years.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-7659663881257416219?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7659663881257416219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=7659663881257416219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7659663881257416219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7659663881257416219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-forgot-best-part.html' title='I forgot the best part!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-1921337912501125894</id><published>2007-07-22T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:07:40.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gave Notice</title><content type='html'>On Friday, I put in my two week notice. First the VP comes over saying she was shocked and then wished me luck. Second my manager came over and she was agitated. Again she says she was shocked and that she thought we had made real progress with my "development" plan. When I told her the plane was not to my satisfaction, she said, "Did you expect to get promoted immediately?" I said that I was not sure what I expected, but I know I did expect to get told I wasn't a team player because I didn't volunteer to work 50 hours a week.  I then said the if the VP could appreciate all the good work I had done and held that up against a time sheet report, then this wasn't the place for me.  I told her I was sick of the chaos and that the management had made so many poor decisions that every time I think I have seen rock bottom I am wrong and that it was all dead too me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say what a relief it is. I feel like a giant rock has been lifted from my chest. This is the first week end in a very long time that I really feel relaxed. I haven't even thought about work.  I am so glad it will be over soon. On Friday I even cleaned out my cube. I am done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story.....a co worker met our manager as she was going into the restroom and the manager was coming out. The manager was flustered, because she had sprayed air freshener in her hair thinking it was hairspray. I can't believe some one who think air freshener is hair spray had any amount of say over anything in my life! AWWWW it is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-1921337912501125894?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1921337912501125894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=1921337912501125894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1921337912501125894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1921337912501125894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-gave-notice.html' title='I Gave Notice'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2501302989483098035</id><published>2007-07-18T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:33:33.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Coming....AUGUST 6th</title><content type='html'>I have a new job!!!!! I start Aug 6th. Yeah for me!&lt;br /&gt;It is back in Social Services, I will be a Program Manager for adult residential services. The thing that is great is that the interview was great. I really like the two guys who interviewed me and we really connected. They liked my jokes and have already told me several times that they think my credentials and my skills will be a huge asset to the organization. When they first offered me the job the salary was a bit low and I told them I needed it to come up to a certain point, and they called back within two hours and gave me the salary I asked for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say the sense of relief I have.  I am giving notice on Monday and then it will be two weeks and I can go.  I am so happy......Thanks to all of you who have listened to me for a year and a half and encouraged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2501302989483098035?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2501302989483098035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2501302989483098035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2501302989483098035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2501302989483098035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-second-comingaugust-6th.html' title='My Second Coming....AUGUST 6th'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6037479110630565395</id><published>2007-07-16T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:13:10.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My next Environmental commitment</title><content type='html'>My next environmental commitment is to give up bottle water.  I have my last 6 bottles in the fridge as we speak and then I will have to drink from the tap. I have a filter on the tap, so it tastes pretty good, but oh I love the bottled water.  I saw a segment on the news about how the plastic bottles are filling up our land fills and evn though I recycle them I do not know where they actually end up.  I want to reduce my foot print on the earth, so again I have to give it up. It is not easy. I drink anywhere from 3 to 5 a day. I admit it I am a water whore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6037479110630565395?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6037479110630565395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6037479110630565395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6037479110630565395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6037479110630565395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-next-environmental-commitment.html' title='My next Environmental commitment'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2654225770437027165</id><published>2007-07-14T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:59:55.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a funk, but then again job hunting puts most people in a funk. Anyway.....It has been an exhausting month and I feel like I need a change. A new job, something, I no longer take any joy or pride from my job and that makes it a hard thing to do. I have been interviewing, but nothing has grabbed me and made me want to do the job. The question is, do I take a job just to get out of my current HELL or do I sit back and wait for the perfect opportunity? I mean is there a perfect job anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note! I have been loving my summer TV. Eureka started this week. That is a great show. Funny, well written, with a splash of Sci-fi thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other shows to watch&lt;br /&gt;The 4400&lt;br /&gt;Kyle XY&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Griffin My life on the D-list&lt;br /&gt;Rick Stein's Food Heros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2654225770437027165?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2654225770437027165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2654225770437027165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2654225770437027165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2654225770437027165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-in-funk-but-then-again-job-hunting.html' title=''/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-3400795483578191746</id><published>2007-07-04T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T07:30:50.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th-Independence Day</title><content type='html'>I find it repulsive, as I sit here on July 4th thinking about what this country stands for, that our executive branch, has not only slapped the American people in the face by limiting our freedoms, but has also broken so many laws and has brought the United States to the point of a constitutional crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that these evil men have done this? Was it because Americans were greedy and as long as we had out SUVs and could fill the tank we looked the other way? Is it that people are now so full of apathy that they do not care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of those who don't care and think you can not make a difference, then the next time you think about not voting think of the 3870 soldiers from around the world that have died in Iraq, and think of the 34,650 soldiers wounded in Iraq, or the 27546 Iraqi civilians who have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our responsibility as Americans to be present in the politics of our Nation. Make your voice heard! Independence Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-3400795483578191746?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3400795483578191746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=3400795483578191746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3400795483578191746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3400795483578191746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-4th-independence-day.html' title='July 4th-Independence Day'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4099535692693900010</id><published>2007-07-03T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:25:14.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0P_vw2qbl3s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0P_vw2qbl3s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-4099535692693900010?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4099535692693900010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4099535692693900010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4099535692693900010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4099535692693900010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4429811608654528855</id><published>2007-07-03T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:18:40.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More Thane Furrows.......a cynical children's book writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_PB5Wxd5VY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_PB5Wxd5VY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-4429811608654528855?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4429811608654528855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4429811608654528855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4429811608654528855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4429811608654528855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-thane-furrows.html' title=''/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6686623551384254484</id><published>2007-07-03T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:16:04.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my favorite movies of all time is "High Strung". It is about a guy who lets everything bug him...funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e49ao7TCDIA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e49ao7TCDIA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-6686623551384254484?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6686623551384254484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6686623551384254484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6686623551384254484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6686623551384254484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-of-my-favorite-movies-of-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6083385054407379910</id><published>2007-07-02T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:35:24.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2nd</title><content type='html'>I watched two great movies this weekend.  "The Fountain" and" Little Children".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to really understand how awful being a stay at home mom is see Little Children. I totally get why she does what she does. Being a stay at home mom sucks. It is boring and those little tykes are only so charming. The feeling of running away forever must cross every mom's mind, but in this current culture no mom can admit it. Kids suck... I love mine, but I would never want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fountain has Hugh Jackman in it and it was one of the best performances I have ever seen. Pay attention it can get weird. Cool imagery! I love that the tree of life is also his wife. Men don't admit that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both movies yummy hunky guys that I would do in a heart beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6083385054407379910?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6083385054407379910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6083385054407379910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6083385054407379910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6083385054407379910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-2nd.html' title='July 2nd'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-5521230686671991075</id><published>2007-07-01T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T08:25:40.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 1st</title><content type='html'>I am actively seeking a new job. I had an interview last week and it was weird.  I got a strange vibe from the place, but the job sounds cool.  I am also trying to set up an interview with another person, so cross your fingers.  I am spending hours online submitting resumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been as horrible as ever, I keep thinking it can't get worse and it does. This week I found out that one reason I have not been promoted is because I don't volunteer to work 50 hours a week or more. And by the way I am salaried do there is no overtime. My VP doesn't seem to understand that if you go to work and are organized you can do your job in 40 hours. The VP thinks that if you are not working at least 50 hours then you are fucking around and not being a "team" player.  Actually I am kind of surprised I still have a job, because when I was told that I had yet another fit.  I pointed out that the company sure doesn't seem to give back , but that they want the employee to give, give, give, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it is just a mind fuck on a daily basis anymore. Everyone wants out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note the garden is fabulous! The Boy is gone a month to visit family, I have eaten mass quantities of sushi in the last week, and it is beautiful here.  I do not have to go back to HELL until Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-5521230686671991075?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5521230686671991075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=5521230686671991075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5521230686671991075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5521230686671991075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-1st.html' title='July 1st'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4157841829959657063</id><published>2007-06-24T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:52:05.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>So far I have watered the garden, cleaned a rug, and installed a NIC card into my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PET PEEVE: why do manufacturers give you direction that do do match what is really going to happen. I installed the NIC card and then spent another hour figuring out that XP already had the driver installed. Did the instructions simply say that? NOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to day will be a movie day for me, low key, and relaxing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-4157841829959657063?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4157841829959657063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4157841829959657063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4157841829959657063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4157841829959657063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-5710744568953108006</id><published>2007-06-24T08:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:48:44.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn52EFFSO7I/AAAAAAAAADo/c-xD6SGu4lU/s1600-h/Graduation+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn52EFFSO7I/AAAAAAAAADo/c-xD6SGu4lU/s200/Graduation+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079627242176396210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Boy, his sister and the poodles, post graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-5710744568953108006?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5710744568953108006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=5710744568953108006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5710744568953108006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5710744568953108006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-is-boy-his-sister-and-poodles-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn52EFFSO7I/AAAAAAAAADo/c-xD6SGu4lU/s72-c/Graduation+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-5134122321508451355</id><published>2007-06-23T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T08:14:53.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cnFFSO6I/AAAAAAAAADg/oB-Y496tNtk/s1600-h/Spring+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cnFFSO6I/AAAAAAAAADg/oB-Y496tNtk/s200/Spring+2007+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079247412448607138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cclFSO5I/AAAAAAAAADY/s6AEjHQv6r8/s1600-h/Spring+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cclFSO5I/AAAAAAAAADY/s6AEjHQv6r8/s200/Spring+2007+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079247232059980690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cUVFSO4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_ykLA84kmF4/s1600-h/Spring+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cUVFSO4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_ykLA84kmF4/s200/Spring+2007+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079247090326059906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cKlFSO3I/AAAAAAAAADI/u7UPg5205nY/s1600-h/Spring+2007+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cKlFSO3I/AAAAAAAAADI/u7UPg5205nY/s200/Spring+2007+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079246922822335346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cA1FSO2I/AAAAAAAAADA/vBOHKoyzVVg/s1600-h/Spring+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cA1FSO2I/AAAAAAAAADA/vBOHKoyzVVg/s200/Spring+2007+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079246755318610786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest pleasure in the Spring and Summer is gardening. I don't go for the sculpted garden I like things sort of wild looking. I really like what I have this year....So here is what I have so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-5134122321508451355?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5134122321508451355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=5134122321508451355' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5134122321508451355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5134122321508451355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-garden.html' title='My Garden'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0cnFFSO6I/AAAAAAAAADg/oB-Y496tNtk/s72-c/Spring+2007+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6955668433505836260</id><published>2007-06-23T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T07:22:10.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Hostess Snowball?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0K11FSO1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SgrpA4Vq-_A/s1600-h/snowball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0K11FSO1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SgrpA4Vq-_A/s320/snowball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079227874642377554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh poor Don, living in the UK.....and never to have had the joyous experience of having a pink hostess snowball to touch his lips! A snowball had chocolate cake with cream filling in the center and is covered by a marsh mellow blanket topped with coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowball that I froze was AWESOME! It is the perfect snack food. tasty, kind of gross, and just the right size. Sine they come in packages of two that is the perfect serving size. When you have finished the second one perfect satisfaction fills you entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I worship the snowball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6955668433505836260?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6955668433505836260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6955668433505836260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6955668433505836260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6955668433505836260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-hotess-snowball.html' title='What&apos;s a Hostess Snowball?'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Rn0K11FSO1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SgrpA4Vq-_A/s72-c/snowball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2457611533960752572</id><published>2007-06-16T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:29:20.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love</title><content type='html'>Ok this is about a thing I love, though believe me, I love oodles of things. Anyway, I occasionally partake in a hostess snowball. Actually 2 snowballs because they only come in packages of 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days. I bought the snowballs, and I only buy pink ones, and took them home. As many of you know the air conditioning in my car is haunted and today during my trip home from the store it did not work. The temp here is in the 90's and it if Fricken hot! As you have guessed by now my beautiful snowballs melted. They look worse than the witch from the Wizard of Oz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my melted pink puddle of goo and an idea struck me. What if I stuck them in the freezer? So now I am trying an experiment. Once they are frozen and set, I am going to thaw them to just a chill, and eat them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love Saturdays. Contemplating snowballs and nothing else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2457611533960752572?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2457611533960752572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2457611533960752572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2457611533960752572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2457611533960752572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-i-love.html' title='Things I love'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-8875586698318010064</id><published>2007-06-16T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:28:34.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Goofy Questions</title><content type='html'>1.You and Jesus go out to dinner - who pays?&lt;br /&gt;He does I 'm a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You suddenly have to flee the country and adopt an alias. What name would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Delores Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick one state in the U.S. to get rid of permanently?&lt;br /&gt;Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You wake up as the opposite gender, what's the one thing you wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;Pee in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who would you rather be, Luke Skywalker or Han Solo?&lt;br /&gt;Han Solo, I love his hair and I bet he gets laid a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Toy you always wanted but never got as a child?&lt;br /&gt;I had everything I wanted, but my Mom wouldn't let us drink soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Top three celebrities you wanna get with?&lt;br /&gt;UGH celebrities gross me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's an automatic deal breaker in a potential significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Republican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the last movie you saw that actually scared you?&lt;br /&gt;Knocked up-HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the stupidest thing you have ever said out loud?&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in stupid. Everyone is at the place they are at that time in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You're sentenced to death and it's the morning of your execution what do you want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;2 fried eggs, hash browns, grape fruit juice, ham, fresh fruit, lightly salted tomato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's something some of your friends do that you've never done?&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Before you die you want to go to...?&lt;br /&gt;The Galapagos Islands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you'd really like to do but probably won't ever be able to do?&lt;br /&gt;Stand Republicans or forgive George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A wild animal you'd like to have as a pet?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A drug you'll never try?&lt;br /&gt;Heroine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you were an animal what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Sloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could pick anyone you know to be your Amazing Race partner... who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Missy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's something most people don't know about you?&lt;br /&gt;I cry at almost anything. I am tender hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. First celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Sherman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's a weapon to suit your personality, habits, and abilities?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to saw open peoples heads like Sylar and take their abilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite breakfast bread style?&lt;br /&gt;Bagel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Worst way to die?&lt;br /&gt;drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Grossest injury you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;William head being scalped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Broken arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite thing about Thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;Yams and marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Sport you dislike playing the most?&lt;br /&gt;I am not a sports player at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What city in the U.S. do you want to visit?&lt;br /&gt;Bangor Maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What's something you think would be sweet to know everything about?&lt;br /&gt;Buddhism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is one thing you wish you didn't know?&lt;br /&gt;Than the world is so full of hateful people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What's one phrase you absolutely hate?&lt;br /&gt;All catch phrases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What makes an awesome party?&lt;br /&gt;I am not a party person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's your material obsession?&lt;br /&gt;Home decorating/remodeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What's going on tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day/Nick's birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite kind of dog?&lt;br /&gt;Poodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite carnival food (everyone has one!)&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Morning or night person?&lt;br /&gt;Early morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Weirdest eBay purchase?&lt;br /&gt;Poodle purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who's your favorite friend to go out with?&lt;br /&gt;My husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Worst job you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Oh too numerous to choose-I have bad job karma, I think I was a slave owner in a previous life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is something that your friends make fun of you for?&lt;br /&gt;My friends love me and don't make fun of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What is one thing that you wish would happen today?&lt;br /&gt;Peace on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Book you could read repeatedly?&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome Dove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-8875586698318010064?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8875586698318010064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=8875586698318010064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8875586698318010064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8875586698318010064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/simply-goofy-questions.html' title='Simply Goofy Questions'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-1793384462625321010</id><published>2007-06-11T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:49:55.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will survive Hey Hey!</title><content type='html'>It is over the visit has ended. I managed to go the entire 5 days without a melt down. I didn't spend any one on one time with my Mom, so that helps. My daughter went home Saturday and that made me cry. I miss her terribly. My Mom and Nephew went home on Saturday. My Dad and Jackie leave today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday My Dad, Jakie, and I went and toured the State capitol. It was great very interesting. Evidently, the guy who built our State capitol, Cass Gilbert, also designed the Supreme Court building in Washington DC. The best part of the day is We stumbled across a little Italian place that has the best pizza I have has in years.....I don't know if I have mentioned how important good pizza is the Mr.V and I but it is one of the most crucial things in our world. Life is not good if you don't have superior pizza in your life. I don't even count things like Dominoes or Pizza Hut as pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Griffin's Life on the D-list is back and it is fabulous! I love her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-1793384462625321010?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1793384462625321010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=1793384462625321010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1793384462625321010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1793384462625321010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-survive-hey-hey.html' title='I will survive Hey Hey!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6627028859368366515</id><published>2007-06-09T07:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T08:22:24.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 of the Visit</title><content type='html'>So far so good. Everyone came in on Wednesday and by the time my Mom's flight was in I only saw her for about an hour. Thursday we had a pizza dinner and visited. On Friday, My Mom, Dad, and Jackie (Dad's wife) went to the Mall of America for the entire day. The rest of use went to see Knocked Up. What a great movie! The we had a BBQ and off to the graduation. So my youngest is now officially out of High School! Today I am going with the parents for a dive to see the prettier parts of our great land and then I am not sure what but my baby girl goes home today. I will miss her terribly. I have the best daughter in the world. She is smart, sweet, and such a good person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house cleaning paid off. Mom has been low key. Plus I have all the other people here as a buffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work- My own VP called me in on last Tuesday. She called me at 6:15 Am and asked me to come to her office. I really thought, Oh there are going to fire me before anyone gets here. But when I got there she told me she didn't want me to feel jerked around by the company and the decision regarding the manager job was financial. The way she put it it sounds like they were told they couldn't hire anyone right now. She told me i am appreciated and that she wants me to stay at Questar. That kind of made me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to cover for one of the girls who got a promotion and when you back someone up you realize what kind of work they do. What a mess. She left a HUGE project that was due Thursday for me and I found out it was due on Wednesday and about 1 PM, because the client called and told me it was due. She had the project for a month and nothing was done on it. AND to make matter worse the project was messed up and the IT folks could not help me. So I did the best I could, which was a crappy job and gave them what I could. I guess on Friday they were pissed.Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo, my Mom just called and said that I was off the hook for the scenic drive today! Yeah!!! So now what should we do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6627028859368366515?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6627028859368366515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6627028859368366515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6627028859368366515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6627028859368366515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-4-of-visit.html' title='Day 4 of the Visit'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2709649437426684905</id><published>2007-06-05T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:59:59.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DEF CON 5</title><content type='html'>Yes people we are at DEF CON 5! The house is sparkling, no one is allowed to touch anything or even breath. The damn boy dog had an accident in the house this morning. I was cleaning at 5:30 AM before I went to work. He has no idea how close he was to death....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the car, including using carpet shampoo, so I think I am close to ready. Mr. V is in charge of cleaning floors tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work....here's the latest. Last Thursday I met with VP that had the job available and it went great. I left after 45 minutes saying I would formally apply for the job. He said great! we'll be talking soon. I email HR to ask what is the process and got no answer. So, Friday before I left work I went to HR and said "Hey what's up?" The Evil HR Director (catbert)told me they were no longer hiring for the position, but it would be reevaluated and if they post again please feel free to apply. I was fuming feeling like AGAIN I was jerked around! So I gave up.....&lt;br /&gt;Then today my VP calls me and says she doesn't want me to feel jerked around that it was a $$ issue and the fact their work load has been reduced, and that she wants me to stay where I am. I was shocked, because she is not a warm touchy feely kind of VP. Anyway of course hours later I think of all I should have said like wheres my promotion and wheres my raise.  UGH wahy I I always think of the right thing to say too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I will keep looking, but i have really resigned myself to just show up. I mean the manager and VP seem to like me. but my supervisor has no intention of doing anything to help me, so where do you go with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand to leave one hellish place for another hellish place. And for whatever bad karma I have I seem to be able to find them. My friend thinks I was a slave owner in a previous life so I have a karmic debt to pay. Man, am I paying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Kisses, I hope to be able to post while people are here...I may need to vent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2709649437426684905?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2709649437426684905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2709649437426684905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2709649437426684905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2709649437426684905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/def-con-5.html' title='DEF CON 5'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2249367974688151946</id><published>2007-05-28T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:27:24.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>The official start to to summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- I finished planting my perennials and replanted about 24 of my flowers. I laid mulch and then we BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- We went to the local big box home improvement store- had a lovely Mexican food lunch- then I cam home and laid in the hammock and read about half of Larry McMurtry's Loop Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- I started the cleaning frenzy that takes place before my mother comes. I went to the store and then shopped a bit for glasses, blouses, and other stuff. Tonight more BBQ and I am going to finish watching the mini marathon I taped on BBC America of HEX. It is a great show. Damn I love the bad guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So summer is here and I am ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2249367974688151946?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2249367974688151946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2249367974688151946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2249367974688151946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2249367974688151946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4717298519744861796</id><published>2007-05-26T08:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:45:48.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Day Weekends are the BEST</title><content type='html'>So a couple of interesting things this week....&lt;br /&gt;1. My meeting with my managers was stupid, as expected. But a couple of things did come out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was able to confront my supervisor on some of her shit. The best thing was our manager backed me up! The day after the meeting my supervisor pulled the same crap on me in front of our manager and the manager called her on it again. I walked around feeling warm all day! My supervisor has toned it down since she was called on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my manager is really encouraging me to apply for a manager job that is open in the company. She even spoke to the vice president who would be interviewing me on my behalf. She thinks I would really be good at it. So I sent an email to the VP expressing interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third,I think that my manager now has a real feel of what is really going on and has addressed some of my concerns already. I think this means my supervisor will be being running amok quite as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this helps the promotion things, but the next thing i am going to do is ask for a time line on when I will be promoted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking elsewhere and I will not stay there, if I don't get what I want...it would be nice if I got the manager job and all the bullshit I have been putting up with would be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-4717298519744861796?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4717298519744861796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4717298519744861796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4717298519744861796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4717298519744861796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-day-weekends-are-best.html' title='3 Day Weekends are the BEST'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-3755361425375965593</id><published>2007-05-21T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:00:42.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetings</title><content type='html'>I now have to meet with my managers Tuesday and Thursday to talk about my growth in the company. It makes no difference it is dead to me! I am on the job hunt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my boss was actually nice to me, I have a feeling our manager talked to her. Still doesn't matter, because she'll be her old self when the manager is not around. Again dead to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-3755361425375965593?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3755361425375965593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=3755361425375965593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3755361425375965593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3755361425375965593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/meetings.html' title='Meetings'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-628668300543792318</id><published>2007-05-20T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:46:21.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Grassshooper...... I have had a vision</title><content type='html'>Ok Friday at work was bad. I could hardly stomach being there so I kept to myself and said very little. One thing my boss does not know about me is that I archive every email I have ever gotten, so I forwarded a bunch to our manager proving my boss a LIAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywa, after a weekend I am feeling myself again and I am going to go back to work, not investing myself in it or the politics at all, and I will find another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am setting up a website for my resume and I am looking intently. I am having to weigh the costs for a new job against the torture of the old. What I don't want to do is get a job where I am driving a really long distance for less pay. The price of gas is making that too costly. So, I am throwing it out to the Universe that I will be employed at a new job before the end of summer. Keep me in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-628668300543792318?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/628668300543792318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=628668300543792318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/628668300543792318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/628668300543792318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-grassshooper-i-have-had-vision.html' title='Oh Grassshooper...... I have had a vision'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-3624650039095513360</id><published>2007-05-18T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T05:40:21.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow I spoke too soon</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at work I find out through the grapevine that two of the densest people we have were given promotions. I was pissed and went and talked to the Manager. She enlightened me with several real bull sitty thing my supervisor has said about me. So I have taken on all this work and evidentially I am not worth even being considered for a promotion! I guess I got the new work, not because they think I am skilled, it is that the have no other option. By the way the girl who was chosen over me brought her wealth of experience for the cosmetics counter to the table. I am going to quit. I am going to pretend that all is well, find another job, and quit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unbelievable the shit that happens, so Fuck them. I was so pissed I only slept about two hours last night. I am exhausted, pissed, and again so disappointed in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-3624650039095513360?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3624650039095513360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=3624650039095513360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3624650039095513360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3624650039095513360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow-i-spoke-too-soon.html' title='Wow I spoke too soon'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-1782125654285199840</id><published>2007-05-15T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:59:34.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost another person at work and they are not replacing her, so they farmed out her duties, which is actually good for me. I have some new clients and new responsibilities, that make the job more interesting and challenging. Some of what I am doing is high profile, so my boss won't be able to hide the great job I do or take credit for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. V has really made some great effort and I appreciate it. So I am able to look at things differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went out for some great sushi, we spent time together, gardened together and that makes all the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy has 13 days left in High School and he can't wait to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs was renewed for a 7th season! Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all my flowers planted and part of my vegetables.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood pressure is down! Yeah drugs. Now if Xanax was an over the counter med....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a trip planned to Utah this fall. I figure if my adult sons can't remember my birthday, I'll show up at their homes and make myself a nuisance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-1782125654285199840?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1782125654285199840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=1782125654285199840' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1782125654285199840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1782125654285199840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/update-we-lost-another-person-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-5479897120048778990</id><published>2007-05-08T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:35:25.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is another day</title><content type='html'>Fist of all thanks for all the support! This is why I blog, the few and the faithful who always are there in the darkest hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are a bit better here. We are sort of speaking and a few gestures, from both parties, have been made. I will hold out hope as always. I have spent a long time married to one person, who I do love, and we have a history. I do believe that divorce should always be the last option. Counseling is not really an option because he won't do it and I am not convinced it is what we need. I have done counseling and it has helped me in the past, but I am at a place where I know what I need and I kind of don't need to pay someone to tell me what I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I won't give in on the basic things I need...not want need...consistent love, affection, respect, and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If the worst does happen it will happen on my time table. I will not go through another divorce and financially suffer for years because of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If I do start over it will been seen as an adventure to a new life. I will not be dragged down into depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-5479897120048778990?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5479897120048778990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=5479897120048778990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5479897120048778990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5479897120048778990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-another-day.html' title='Today is another day'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6360348946984175503</id><published>2007-05-06T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:12:26.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I MAY BE DONE............................</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried to do something, and I mean really put your heart and soul into, then in the end you realize it was all for nothing? I am about there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 19 years of marriage I am about done. I didn't see it coming, but I have nothing left to say, I am tired of the same problems, and I am tired of being a disappointment to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I be able to make plans, be able to see a somewhat stable future? Shouldn't we want some of the same things? Shouldn't he care what my desires are? Shouldn't he feel like he is happy that I am in his life? Shouldn't couples extend themselves, even if it is not what you may want all the time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a great wife. I listen. I try to pay attention to his needs. I try not to be judgmental. I have been beyond supportive. I am not needy. I am great in bed. I am pretty. I work hard. I contribute financially. I get involved in his interests. I have changed things so he would be happier. I put up with his slobiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real problem is what do I do now? Where should I go? What do I do with the rest of my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6360348946984175503?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6360348946984175503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6360348946984175503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6360348946984175503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6360348946984175503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-may-be-done.html' title='I MAY BE DONE............................'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2568398664480478596</id><published>2007-05-01T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:58:49.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>So, I found out some pretty important info recently at work and my boss took it to the VP and took credit. This slipped out when I was talking to the VP and I just jokingly said, "Oh yeah I know about that I found it out when I had a huge error with a client." I mean really am I living in a 70's sitcom? The job seriously sucks! Plus we are still having team meeting about how to improve things. One of the people I work with has to track stats, but they are really meaningless since never use them for ANYTHING. he suggested we stop doing it. Well now the poor guys has to do a presentation to us, like we care, about the stats, so we can do something with them. Instead of management saying, "WOW we could really improve here", we have to sit through a horrible presentation on stats! OH GOD I live in Office Space! I am Peter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2568398664480478596?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2568398664480478596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2568398664480478596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2568398664480478596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2568398664480478596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-527128844236544999</id><published>2007-04-27T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T16:07:22.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hammock'/><title type='text'>Let Spring Begin!</title><content type='html'>I went and purchased 26 6 packs of flowers today. I am going garden this weekend, hang the hammock, and BBQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-527128844236544999?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/527128844236544999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=527128844236544999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/527128844236544999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/527128844236544999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/let-spring-begin.html' title='Let Spring Begin!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-1979220286689981336</id><published>2007-04-26T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:47:34.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a poll that gets it right on Bush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2007/worse-than-satan-p1.php?vid=9817"&gt;http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2007/worse-than-satan-p1.php?vid=9817&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-1979220286689981336?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1979220286689981336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=1979220286689981336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1979220286689981336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1979220286689981336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-poll-that-gets-it-right-on-bush.html' title='Finally a poll that gets it right on Bush!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-3037096568564810124</id><published>2007-04-25T17:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:22:48.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>450-Today I was punched in the Stomach</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we see things that we suspect and then find out it is true. I was married very young to a guy who did not treat me well. Emotional abuse, affairs, financial problems, and he truly broke my heart. I wanted to believe everything he said and I wished it was true. After 7 years of marriage, I divorced him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my three small children and made my way the best I could. I admit I have not been the greatest parent. I learned from the worst and by the time I figured that out my kids were much older or even gone. At a certain point with my older boys, both at 16, I let them live with their Dad. Of course it wasn't great, but worst of all I feel like i really failed them. My oldest son has real issues with intimacy and my other son  is a great guy, but obviously feel distant from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year when he got married, his dad and step mom were on the invitation first. And today 10 months after the wedding I finally received my copy of the wedding video. Pictures of his Dad and Step mom come way before me and I am pretty much absent from the video. I feels like my part of him was erased. It makes me very sad. I wish that some how I could let my kids know I really did try. I guess you can't make them see your life and either they get it or they don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-3037096568564810124?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3037096568564810124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=3037096568564810124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3037096568564810124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3037096568564810124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-i-was-punched-in-stomach.html' title='450-Today I was punched in the Stomach'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-1864515008736675663</id><published>2007-04-17T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:49:06.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Landord</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cCR3xKoDMk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cCR3xKoDMk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-1864515008736675663?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1864515008736675663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=1864515008736675663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1864515008736675663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1864515008736675663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/landord.html' title='The Landord'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-5791012722943767176</id><published>2007-04-15T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:00:21.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie Izzard-I love him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9IzDbNFDdP4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9IzDbNFDdP4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-5791012722943767176?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5791012722943767176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=5791012722943767176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5791012722943767176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5791012722943767176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/eddie-izzard-i-love-him.html' title='Eddie Izzard-I love him!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-8941972566680118268</id><published>2007-04-14T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:28:13.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Scrubs????</title><content type='html'>For Michelle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ng61VVx4eLk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ng61VVx4eLk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FkMjqB0ways"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FkMjqB0ways" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6V0X2QH77Ks"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6V0X2QH77Ks" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fuXqfhJkpQU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fuXqfhJkpQU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxaPJjJ8xAk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxaPJjJ8xAk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-8941972566680118268?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8941972566680118268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=8941972566680118268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8941972566680118268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8941972566680118268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-scrubs.html' title='What is Scrubs????'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-1314303738544214447</id><published>2007-04-12T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:44:14.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was the best</title><content type='html'>Today about 1 hour of work! But to my dismay the Vice President wants me to work on documenting a process and and adding it to our Wiki. The plus side is I have until summer to get it done, so if I work on it for 30 minutes a day....I can still make my 3 hour deadline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Doctor today for my physical and she gave me blood pressure meds. I feel like an old woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. V is gone for 3 days, so I think I will start a Scrubs marathon and eat chocolate. Wow that sounds fabulous to me...the small things in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fxorLY0Jz4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fxorLY0Jz4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-1314303738544214447?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1314303738544214447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=1314303738544214447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1314303738544214447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1314303738544214447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-best.html' title='Today was the best'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6318427185816579097</id><published>2007-04-11T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:28:04.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing my profile</title><content type='html'>It has been suggested that I need to update my profile to match my new work ethic. I say it is all completely congruent. I still have high expectation, but I will no longer waste my time having expectations about things that do not matter. The trick is to realize what does not matter and then to put energy on to the things that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked 3 hours today! And I feel so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6318427185816579097?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6318427185816579097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=6318427185816579097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6318427185816579097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/6318427185816579097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/changing-my-profile.html' title='Changing my profile'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-684851911830176043</id><published>2007-04-10T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:36:11.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to the Contrary Don....</title><content type='html'>When I vow to no longer care I don't. I had the meeting today with the bosses to talk about my career path and as expected it was shit. So I am taking a page from my friend Cranky McGee and figuring how little I can work and get by. From what I can tell my max is about 3 hours a day. Today I worked about 2 hours. The rest of the time I screwed around. As they say in Office Space I only work hard enough to not get fired!As a result I feel a lot better. I am releasing any expectation regarding work. My energy can now be used for something more productive like my kitchen. Carpe Diem Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too bad that employers seem to set the bar so low....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZlA-OsT25mw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZlA-OsT25mw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-684851911830176043?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/684851911830176043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=684851911830176043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/684851911830176043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/684851911830176043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-to-contray-don.html' title='Oh to the Contrary Don....'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4805391362027935174</id><published>2007-04-09T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:03:32.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>To day was great! I took the day off, did some spring cleaning, and listened to music all day! It was beautiful here, sunny and crisp. I worked in the kitchen and organized my life. Work is dead to me! I vow to no longer care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/omFdpnSu57U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omFdpnSu57U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-4805391362027935174?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4805391362027935174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4805391362027935174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4805391362027935174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4805391362027935174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2689361775077530510</id><published>2007-04-08T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T08:17:38.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>What a weird holiday. We don't celebrate Easter, being the heathens we are, but I do make a nice dinner just to celebrate us. I am becoming more of a skeptic about everything. I mean why do people believe in the Bible. This is a book that was written hundreds of years after the actual events, by religions people (and we no how honest religious people are) and over time the Bible has been edited by men of power and then taught to us by zealots who want money.  It is much like the mythology of Santa Clause and the Greek gods. I figure go through life trying to be a good person, raise your kids lovingly, and do unto others. Is there really anything else we need to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2689361775077530510?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2689361775077530510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2689361775077530510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2689361775077530510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2689361775077530510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-7049243990013985412</id><published>2007-04-07T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T07:07:38.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>OK Let's Catch Up</title><content type='html'>The big news is I won the March Madness brackets at work! I came in first, which I think bothered some of the guys who are real fans, since I don't really know anything about basketball. My theory about Florida teams was right. Satan does own them. The prize was a mere $25, but it was great fun. I used my ill gotten gains to purchase a nice wholesome book about birds. I feel less cheap that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally recovering from the FALL. My back still hurts if I do too much, but it will be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else quit at my job and I expressed interest in the position with in 12 hours of it being posted and it was already filled with one of the bosses friends. Now I have to meet with my Managers next week to see how we can challenge me. I think I am being punished for thinking outside of my caste. So I am again in a "do as little as possible to get by" mode, because trying doesn't get you anywhere. If you are not a favorite, then you are screwed. In my experience this is just the way it is everywhere. Ah the way of the American employer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pricing tile for my kitchen so I can finish the remodeling. I want glass tile for the backsplash and if you look for it in home improvement place it is very expensive, but at craft place you can buy the stuff by the pound cheap. I am also pricing out granite tile for the counter tops. The i have to do the floor, so there is a bit of work involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I won't think about it today....I'll think about it tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-7049243990013985412?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7049243990013985412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=7049243990013985412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7049243990013985412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7049243990013985412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-lets-catch-up.html' title='OK Let&apos;s Catch Up'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-3311820148405204047</id><published>2007-03-25T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T06:58:44.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Movies</title><content type='html'>I saw two movies yesterday based on other peoples recommendations, and liked them both. The first was "Wild Hogs". 4 middle aged guys who take off on their bikes to see the ocean. It is a silly funny movie. Much better than critics gave it credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second movie is "The Lake House". My only criticism of it was they should have explained how they were communicating over the two year period and what was the magic of the mailbox. Otherwise, I really like it. Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves are very appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all a pretty good Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you live with a person who constantly starts fights? Mr. V seems to want to fight all the time. He is either teasing me until he pisses me off, criticizing me, or just plain being stupid. He finds it necessary to point out anything that I may have done wrong or anything he considers wrong and the wants to "teach" me how to do it right. Then even if I concede he is right from the beginning, I get to have it pointed out to me over and over.  And of course I will not take it, so FIGHT! I am personally sick of it. He gets worse the older he gets. He saw one thing on the Daily Show he didn't agree with and now he can't watch it anymore. If something doesn't fit his sensibilities, he discards it. He's really turning into a dick.  I find myself being more open as I age, because I realized I really don't know anything and you never know what it like in someone  else's shoes. Mr. V is just sure he is right about everything. Why do people treat the person they love and married badly. I don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-3311820148405204047?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3311820148405204047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=3311820148405204047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3311820148405204047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3311820148405204047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/two-movies.html' title='Two Movies'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-1486193804903400444</id><published>2007-03-24T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T06:40:57.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to learn about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midwest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dk. Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5'10"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French/English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tennis shoes/fluffy red slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Needing the world to be fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something will happen to my children/grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mushroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Become healthier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am I tried, did I sleep enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonderful things from childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An occasional Dr. Pepper, I stay away from soda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taco Bell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time with my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot English black tea with a spot of sugar and milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absolutely!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a BA and a MS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my second marriage now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh you do not know how bad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know my parents and try to accept them for who they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to ply Cello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, but i wish the mary jane was legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With my beloved husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO! I hate malls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&amp;..39;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES! I east sushi all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, but that is left to silly youthful indiscretions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO! I put out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes by my brother regularly as a child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting on a porch watching a sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-1486193804903400444?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1486193804903400444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=1486193804903400444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1486193804903400444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/1486193804903400444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-to-learn-about-me.html' title='Time to learn about me'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2983695116668981523</id><published>2007-03-22T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:04:02.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisconsin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sound of Music'/><title type='text'>My Gaawwd it is beautiful!</title><content type='html'>It is Spring here in Minnesota. We will hit the 60's this weekend, the sun is shinning, my maples are budding, and it feels wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last couple months we have had a hard time here, because the Boy has seen his dream of going away to school crushed. It is too expensive. He feels cheated since he has tried so hard in school and he sees his less talented friends going to expensive schools, because their parents have a lot of cash or are willing to go into debt. He has gotten two financial aid packages this week. One school wants him to borrow about 4, 000 a year and for us to borrow another 10,00 a year and the second school would like us to borrow 17,500 a year. Oh by the way, the first is a public school here in MN and the other is a private school in Wisconsin. Well that's not happening. He has been depressed and hating the unfairness of life. Then suddenly, he came home with a whole new game plan and seems more excited now that he was before. He wants to do Asian studies so he can teach over sees at some point. The cool thing is that one of the community colleges here have a great Asian studies program and he can then transfer to a University to finish off his studies. The Boy and Mr. V are at the school right now signing him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like the Sound of Music, when God closes a door he opens a window! Now, I am not sure I believe that, but I have always thought the world has a way of working things out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2983695116668981523?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2983695116668981523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2983695116668981523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2983695116668981523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2983695116668981523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-gaawwd-it-is-beautiful.html' title='My Gaawwd it is beautiful!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-7622619937035100296</id><published>2007-03-20T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:02:18.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmer Fudd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugs Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opera'/><title type='text'>This is me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyxPxpSvXQ8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyxPxpSvXQ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great! If you get this you get me. I laugh hysterically every time I see it. True art!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-7622619937035100296?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7622619937035100296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=7622619937035100296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7622619937035100296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7622619937035100296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-me.html' title='This is me!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-7172496603430255453</id><published>2007-03-18T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:09:46.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>March Madness!</title><content type='html'>I love March Madness. We do brackets at work and so far I am doing pretty well. So far going into the third round I only missed 2, we'll see what today brings. I have Florida winning and I going with the idea that all Florida teams have sold their souls to the devil and thus they will win. The same does not apply for God fearing schools since I am convinced, regardless what sports stars seem to think, that God does not give a shit about sports and would not dignify the whole ridiculous matter with any kind of divine intervention. Now Satan is a different story. Of course Satan is involved, he/she is a betting evil deity and would love to win a game or two. The proof is that Notre Dame lost to Winthrop! I mean who the fuck is Winthrop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-7172496603430255453?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7172496603430255453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=7172496603430255453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7172496603430255453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7172496603430255453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-3976951722801833728</id><published>2007-03-17T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T08:20:32.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snakes on a plane'/><title type='text'>Another Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am sore as hell, but OK. My back, arms, and head still hurt from what I am now calling "THE INCIDENT". Mr. V is now talking about putting me away in a retirement village, so I can be watched. I did point out I am still 12 years away from being old enough for a senior complex. Then I nearly pass out because I realized "I am only 12 years away from being old enough to live in a senior village!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work this week we got to put colorful dots on the big paper with all the thing that the week before were things we needed to address as a company.  Wow things are really changing, we are now up to using dots to show our displeasure with the company! At one point people were just walking around the room and putting the dots anywhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "Snakes on a Plane" last night. I kind of liked it. It is a campy funny sort of flick and fun. I did have to avert my eyes during the various mass attacks of the snakes on passengers. I would give it 3 stars out of 5.....Samuel Jackson is cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-3976951722801833728?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3976951722801833728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=3976951722801833728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3976951722801833728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/3976951722801833728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-saturday.html' title='Another Saturday!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-5366078443995616789</id><published>2007-03-12T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:09:41.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think all is well</title><content type='html'>I fell..... I got up Saturday with the intention of keeping up my new walking routine, I put on my snazzy new tennis shoes and headed out to do errands. We have a wood deck with three stairs and I stood at the top of the stairs looking for ice. The concrete looked wet I took on step onto it and a slipped and fell. I hit my tail bone both elbows and the back on my head onto the cement. I immediately yelled FUCK, I was pretty sure they could here me in the UK, Don did you here me? I rolled on my side and crawled up the stairs. I got to my feet and went in and woke up Mr. V. He put me to bed, doped me up, and watched me like a hawk.  I am sore from head to toe. I am getting too old to fall. I stayed in bed all of Saturday and finally venture out Sunday. The guys went out for awhile  on Sunday and I decided to put some bottled water in the fridge. I couldn't bend so I sat on the floor to put the bottles in. I couldn't get back up. I finally grabbed the window sill and with much agony pulled myself up. I have bruises that are colors I have never seen before in the natural light spectrum. Thank god I had codeine let over from a previous back problem.... So I went back to work Monday feeling like I had been beat up this weekend and having the brain fuck of day light saving time having started on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-5366078443995616789?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5366078443995616789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=5366078443995616789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5366078443995616789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/5366078443995616789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-when-you-think-all-is-well.html' title='Just when you think all is well'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-666992245015897129</id><published>2007-03-07T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:12:20.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your office like?</title><content type='html'>I am curious what are other jobs like? Write me a note with an antidote that best describes your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine for today.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a meeting scheduled every other Wednesday with this person. They consistently cancel it and move it so you never know when it is. We usually will get an agenda some time during the day of the meeting alerting us that we are really having a meeting. Now sometimes this agenda will come with only 3 minutes warning, but at least we know. Today there was nothing and when we didn't attend, the person asked why.....INSANE!  again &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-666992245015897129?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/666992245015897129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=666992245015897129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/666992245015897129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/666992245015897129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-your-office-like.html' title='What is your office like?'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-7916968997207875009</id><published>2007-03-06T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:30:26.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I have high blood pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Re3p2Qh2ZAI/AAAAAAAAACU/h652kwpvIyQ/s1600-h/stratigic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Re3p2Qh2ZAI/AAAAAAAAACU/h652kwpvIyQ/s400/stratigic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038940676456604674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today at work, we had another meeting to brain storm our strategic planning for the year. We were asked about several different areas and to brainstorm ideas to help fix the problems. We gave the same ideas we have been giving forever. At one point I even asked the manager why we are doing this and what will be the result. I also mentioned that being treated as if we are expendable is not great. And how about pay or comp time or flex time? Anywho as you must know I am not the most popular employee.  So my question is why do they keep asking? and why do they ask me? They know I speak my mind. They know what they will hear from me. I mean I'll show up and do my job, just stop asking the same thing over and over with no result.  Why god why!? By the way that is not us up top, just some random schmooze I found on Google images suffering through yet another meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I have high blood pressure? Because the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; world is stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-7916968997207875009?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7916968997207875009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=7916968997207875009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7916968997207875009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7916968997207875009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-why-i-have-high-blood-pressure.html' title='This is why I have high blood pressure'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/Re3p2Qh2ZAI/AAAAAAAAACU/h652kwpvIyQ/s72-c/stratigic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-7457897385491899310</id><published>2007-03-05T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:05:46.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hpyertension</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/ReyhO8-LiBI/AAAAAAAAACE/o0hw_bjECWQ/s1600-h/hypertension.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/ReyhO8-LiBI/AAAAAAAAACE/o0hw_bjECWQ/s400/hypertension.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038579361377912850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the newest malady is I have hypertension. Just in the last 6 months my blood pressure has been high. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;, I mean they said things would change once you hit 40, but who knew! So I am going to improve my life style and see what happens.  You would think as often as I say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;, I would be calmer and have less stress. (I have started flipping off my computer regularly, is that a sign of something?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After 40:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;you gain weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;your eyes go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;muscle tone is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;everything feels harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cold feel colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;now hypertension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-7457897385491899310?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7457897385491899310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=7457897385491899310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7457897385491899310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/7457897385491899310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/hpyertension.html' title='Hpyertension'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/ReyhO8-LiBI/AAAAAAAAACE/o0hw_bjECWQ/s72-c/hypertension.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2553173131395404589</id><published>2007-03-03T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:30:30.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/RenMr8-Lh_I/AAAAAAAAABw/nsqGG2Okod0/s1600-h/Mrs+Beasley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/RenMr8-Lh_I/AAAAAAAAABw/nsqGG2Okod0/s400/Mrs+Beasley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037782713663981554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/RenK8s-Lh-I/AAAAAAAAABg/uT-lIxZpSrA/s1600-h/030307+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/RenK8s-Lh-I/AAAAAAAAABg/uT-lIxZpSrA/s400/030307+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037780802403534818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/RenKzM-Lh9I/AAAAAAAAABY/qBexowM81NQ/s1600-h/030307+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/RenKzM-Lh9I/AAAAAAAAABY/qBexowM81NQ/s400/030307+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037780639194777554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One item that I have had all my life is a Mrs. Beasley doll. I received it on my 4th birthday and it has always been with me.  Well after almost 40 years she is in trouble. The fabric has basically rotten and She is a mess. I found a lady who can rebuild her in Kentucky and I just purchased replacement fabric, that I think will match.  So hopefully Mrs. Beasley will return home safe and sound.&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Vanessa/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Vanessa/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Vanessa/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had about 20 inches of snow in the lst week. That is so much snow......Take a look at these photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is our deck out back the second is the front of the house.  We have to dig trails for the poodles....I could have killed the snow plow that left about 4 ft of snow in the drive way. Mr. V has been told we are buying a snow blower after  the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2553173131395404589?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2553173131395404589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2553173131395404589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2553173131395404589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2553173131395404589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-quest.html' title='My Quest'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/RenMr8-Lh_I/AAAAAAAAABw/nsqGG2Okod0/s72-c/Mrs+Beasley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-2055993373829226001</id><published>2007-02-18T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:50:28.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Uninspired</title><content type='html'>I just haven't been inspired to blog. For the first time in my life I have nothing to say.  I am not sure if I have nothing to say or the cold has put me into a state of hibernation. I think my brain froze. It is suppose to start getting warmer today. Yeah! -17F is a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still in the midst of the Boy finding a college, but was has become very apparent it that we can not afford to pay for college. He was offered a 1/2 tuition scholarship at his 1st choice school, but we would still have to come up with about 12,000 a year for him the go. We did our Federal Student Adi application and the Feds think, as parents, we should be able to contribute 14,000 a year to out sons college education.  I am not sure how they think that since after I have taxes taken out of my check I bring home about 24,000 a year, believe Mr. V isn't bring home tons of $ either. The only solution the financial aid office gave us was to take out loans for college. If we did that the Bot would owe about 14,00 at the end of 4 years and we would owe around 40,000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I crazy or is this solution a non-solution?&lt;/span&gt;  I mean aren't I suppose to retire someday? How do they think we will be able to take care of our selves and pay back our student loans if we take on another 40,000.  I have no idea what we are suppose to do. The Boy is crushed.  And I feel like a shitty parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is work, nothing new there. Same old crap every day. Our manager is crazier and controlling. To top it off the job market sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas is expensive, housing prices are crap, George Bush is the worst President killig our young people, THE SKY IS FALLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it looks like scrubs will come back for another year.....I guess there is hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-2055993373829226001?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2055993373829226001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=2055993373829226001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2055993373829226001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/2055993373829226001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-uninspired.html' title='Feeling Uninspired'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-8598628317223218987</id><published>2007-02-06T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:28:29.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy!</title><content type='html'>I swear too much to do too little time. I have been working, enduring the cold, and taking the boy on college visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday it was -17 when we left to go to a college. That is fucking cold. Yesterday I thought it was feeling quite warm so when I got home I checked the weather channel and it was 0......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was competing for a scholarship last weekend and it went pretty well. We were very impressed with the college  and I really hope he gets it so he can go there. Everybody think good thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway check out this story.....I guess women are crazy mo matter how far they go. Do you think Condi can be far behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.local6.com/news/10937513/detail.html"&gt;http://www.local6.com/news/10937513/detail.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-8598628317223218987?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8598628317223218987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=8598628317223218987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8598628317223218987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/8598628317223218987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/howdy.html' title='Howdy!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-6877835111253768141</id><published>2007-01-24T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:29:18.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you hate Paris Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.parisexposed.com/"&gt;http://www.parisexposed.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Paris Hilton site ever..if you hate her (like i do) you must see this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-6877835111253768141?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-5433327906103791955</id><published>2007-01-24T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:30:52.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This proves something is wrong with nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070124/ap_on_sc/britain_virgin_birth"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070124/ap_on_sc/britain_virgin_birth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Jesus was really a komodo dragon......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-5433327906103791955?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5433327906103791955/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4301127697466175810</id><published>2007-01-23T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:44:45.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are all FUCKED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/57712?utm_source=onion_rss_daily"&gt;http://www.theonion.com/content/node/57712?utm_source=onion_rss_daily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what this says about the US Government? FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-4301127697466175810?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4301127697466175810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4301127697466175810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4301127697466175810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4301127697466175810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-are-all-fucked.html' title='We are all FUCKED!!!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-8242181305586292344</id><published>2007-01-19T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:38:06.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Damein Rice- Blowers Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Les27Xcc6Ag"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Les27Xcc6Ag" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/31041934-8242181305586292344?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-4485009813591408236</id><published>2007-01-18T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:00:26.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best F**CKING Song Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/RbA0MfBhBaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kmZb2TxExJk/s1600-h/scrubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/RbA0MfBhBaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kmZb2TxExJk/s400/scrubs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021570973609035170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GF6rSGfUdyg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GF6rSGfUdyg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GF6rSGfUdyg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-4485009813591408236?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4485009813591408236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=4485009813591408236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4485009813591408236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/4485009813591408236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-fcking-song-ever.html' title='Best F**CKING Song Ever'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/RbA0MfBhBaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kmZb2TxExJk/s72-c/scrubs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31041934.post-92418603937285878</id><published>2007-01-18T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:55:57.901-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Cox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><title type='text'>My Second Blog</title><content type='html'>I am a huge!!!!! Scrubs fan. I watch re run after re run and the new ones obsessively.  So my new blog is dedicated to all things scrubs.  I think it is the best comedy of all times. I took a Scrubs personality test and it says I am a Dr. Cox.  I like that, a bit arrogant, will stand up for what he believes in even if it makes him the bad guy, doesn't care if people like him, but can always learn a lesson and change. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a Dr. Cox at work today. I even prefaced my comment in a meeting that I was going to sound like a bitch, but I was going to ask the question anyway.  We had a snow storm here and one person was allowed to work from home because they (management) were worried about the persons safety driving to work. This person has chosen to live far way and has had one bad accident already. My question was "Why was his safety more important that anyone else on the team." We all got to work or took personal time if we didn't. Our manger did a song and dance...management always sucks! Why would management say something like that? Crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31041934-92418603937285878?l=asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/feeds/92418603937285878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31041934&amp;postID=92418603937285878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/92418603937285878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31041934/posts/default/92418603937285878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asimplegirlslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-second-blog.html' title='My Second Blog'/><author><name>Janelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0CqXDlOMX-c/SIy5D0iic4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Qmdr5PsTxyo/S220/IMG_0181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
