<?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-19223415</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:38:04.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIT 2 (Psychologist In Training)</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In Psychology journals are used as a part of therapy. This is my therapy. If you dont like it....
Pay someone $100 an hr to listen to me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"I love going to the doctor. They give me a jacket....A STRAIGHT ONE... and I feel special because I get to hug myself."&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113650398530253268</id><published>2006-01-05T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:33:05.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much Goin On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frappr.com/pitguestmap"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b27/dragonrose3911/earth.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I could say that a lot has been going on since New Years...but it hasnt....I've been working more but there isnt a suprise there. However I have had today and yesterday off. I also have Saturday off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; does too so that means we can spend some more time together. Monday we went out to Hueys to karaoke and we had fun. My voice was a little hoarse after the night from yelling and screaming and clapping and everything. I had more fun than usual for some reason. Ummmm......this next week I wont open the restaurant at all. Ill be working midshifts for 2 days and the other 3 days I close. Fun Fun there. That means I am working while the guys are out karaoking. I dont like that at all because besides sitting at home and playing online, going to karaoke is all I do for fun. And even though I dont sing....I do have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, the other day, Jme put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/716"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Neo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'s old Harley Davidson Bandana on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It doesnt fit Neo anymore. He had it when he was a puppy. Jme took it off Stitch and was trying to fix it to where it would fit him more and Stitch popped his head back in it. He didnt want it taken off. He liked it. So everytime we took it off, Stitch would put his head back in it. Jme finally had to stand up so that Stitch couldnt reach it and even then, Stitch was jumping tryin to get into it. So needless to say...its been on him since...lol. Its been a couple days now and nothing bad has happened. So maybe he'll keep it on for a while...at least until I get some pictures of it. He looks so adorable in it. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The role of film I took pictures on for New Years finally got finished up Monday night at karaoke. I have to drop it off to be developed sometime tonight while Jme and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/710"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are at the fire department for training. Volunteer Fire Classes are fixing to start this year. Jme being an instructor and Dustin going through it for the first time means that I will be home alone more :(. I'd go this time, but I had a bad experience last year at Hernando FD so I am not going this year. I went the first year Jme and I were together but it was at a different Fire Dept than Hernando.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I made some more contact tables for MySpace profiles. They have my myspace help site on them. To view them go to my myspace help site (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fefehelp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.myspace.com/fefehelp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) and then in the right hand side it says "Custom Contact Tables". That will have alink to the contact tables and the ones that have my help's site on them are the ones I have made. Now....there is one thing. You have to be a friend of my myspace helpsite to view them...thats one stipulation I put on them. Dont want just anyone stealing them ya know. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/entries/439"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/fefehelp2/1yr.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is set to 1 Year Ago Yesterday since I didnt do one for today this time last year. :) Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113650398530253268?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113650398530253268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113650398530253268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650398530253268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650398530253268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-much-goin-on.html' title='Not Much Goin On'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113650370393523681</id><published>2005-12-25T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:28:23.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frappr.com/pitguestmap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b27/dragonrose3911/earth.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Christmas Poem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Author Unknown &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to live in a world that's politically correct?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His workers no longer would answer to "Elves."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Labor conditions at the northpole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were alleged by the Union to stifle the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Four reindeer had vanished, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without much propriety,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Released to the wild by the Humane Society.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And equal employment had made it quite clear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Santa had better not use JUST reindeer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Dancer and Donner, Comet, and Cupid,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were replaced with 4 pigs, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you know that looked stupid! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The runners had been removed from his sleigh;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And people had started to call for the cops,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."&lt;br /&gt;And to show you the strangest of life's ebbs and flows,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rudolph was suing over unauthorized use of his nose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.He had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demanding millions in overdue compensation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So half of the reindeer were gone; along with his wife,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who suddenly said she'd had enough of this life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joined a self-help groups, packed &amp; left in a whiz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demanding from now on, her title was "Ms."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the gifts, he'd ne'er had a notion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That making a choice could cause so much commotion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which meant nothing for him, And nothingfor her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing that might be construed to pollute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.Nothing that's war-like or non-pacific. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No candy or sweets-they were bad for the tooth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For they raised the hackles of those psychological (I take offense to that)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.&lt;br /&gt;No baseball, no football-someone could get hurt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe';&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He just could not figure out what to do next.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He tried to be merry, tried to be gay;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you're got to be careful with that word today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something special was needed, a gift that he might&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give to all without angering the left or the right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each group of people, every religion;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every ethnicity, every hue,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone, everywhere....Even YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MAY YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES ENJOY PEACE ON EARTH"&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113650370393523681?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113650339610995353</id><published>2005-12-23T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:23:43.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week b4 Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frappr.com/pitguestmap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b27/dragonrose3911/earth.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so sorry that it has been a week since my last update. But with the Christmas holiday coming up I've been busy, or tired, so I havent been writing in here as much. But I promise I am going to try and remember everything I did this week so that I can put it in this entry. So it might be long. :(&lt;br /&gt;I dont remember what happened Monday. I know that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; was at the Fire Dept and I stayed home. I finished watching Friends Season 10 and the special features. I was very happy that I finally got to finish it, and I still cried in the last episode when Rachel got on the plane but she didnt. I knew it was going to happen because I watched it on TV when it aired, and I had the last episode on DVD waaay before I even got Friends Season 9 on DVD. But I still cried...lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember Tuesday a bit more. Mainly because I worked 11-5. I also got paid and we all know that there is nothing like getting paid the week BEFORE Christmas. I was so excited to get paid too. I still had to get Jme's Christmas. So as soon as I got off I braved the traffic and made it to the bank in time to get it deposited. :) Then I went and picked Jme up from NAPA. We went to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s to wrap presents that we had over there. We loaded them in the car and headed home. When we were unloading them I noticed this teenage girl (She looks like a guy tho) pick a kitten up from the sidewalk by its neck. I told Jme. Then we sat there and watched her throw it IN the dumpster and shut the lid. I was freaking out. So we got the presents in side and then went to check on the kitten. It had gotten out and came running up to us. Then another kitten followed it. THERE WERE 2! Then we heard another kitten. It was on the roof tryin to get down. Jme tried to get it to jump to him but it wouldnt. So he went to our upstairs bedroom window and got it. The kitten just followed his voice to the window. We put them in the backyard where the doghouse was at and gave them a can of catfood. Jme called dispatch to see who he needed to call to have her arrested next time she harms an animal like that. He was irrate. We decided to go to Double D's Karaoke like we usually do at least once a week. This time they were at Bufalo Wild Wings in OB. So we went and ate there. No one came up to us for at least 15 mins to wait on us. Then this one girl from across the restaurant came over just to wait on us. I told Jme that she would get a little more in tip bc she came all that way to wait on us. They dont have set tables there, its like a first come first serve type of thing and 5 ppl had already past us without taking our order. Now, the girl was also pregnant and that just hit my heart a little more too. I know that if I were that far pregnant I would NOT be working as a waitress. I'd be at home. So we ate and had fun. We tipped the girl a little over $15 and then came home and went to bed. The kittens werent there when we got home either. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday I went shopping with Mom. Had to get Jme something ya know? I was still a little upset at Fazolis from the day before. Since I didnt mention it earlier I'll say it now. Jme has come to the last 2 Christmas parties we have had. This year I decorated Fazolis w/out getting paid and I volunteered to help set up for our Christmas Party Thursday. I even made the flyer to announce the party. But then &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; decided to write "employees only" on the flyer. So I asked if that meant Jme couldnt come and he said yes. SO I was irrate. He's come before and him being my husband and coming is ALOT different than some 16 yr olds boyfriend coming ... ya know? So I decided we werent going to go to Fazolis Christmas Party this year. 1st one I've missed in the 4 that they had. Ok...now back to Wednesday. We got the shopping done and went to her house to wrap the presents. We ate Danvers and watched Cinderella Man too...GREAT MOVIE!! Jme and I will have to buy it one day. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (yesterday) Jme was off work and so was I. He finished up his Christmas shopping and we spent time together. Then &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/710"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dustin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; came over. Jme gave Dustin his present and then Jme and I started to share presents. I got Jme a doormat that says "GO AWAY." I remembered him wanting one before but we didnt think they existed. I also got him 2 xbox games, a darth vader christmas ornament, a bunch of candy for his stocking, a figurine of an angel with her wings wrapped around a fireman with a light shinning on him, and a fire hydrant alcohol dispenser. I thought I did good. I know I did better than last year. Jme beat me though...lol. He always does. He got me a dragon table, the original Chronicles of Narnia on DVD, Carman Electra's Work Out DVDS 1, 3, 4, 5, not to mention the purple lightsaber and the intake system for my car that I got early, and a bunch of candy in my stocking as well...lol. I dont really want to talk about the rest of the night so I'm leaving it at that. It wasnt that great, but it turned out ok. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/entries/431"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/fefehelp2/1yr.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This goes to what I did on December 22, 2004. I remember it sleeted on that day. I also remember me working...lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113650339610995353?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113650339610995353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113650339610995353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650339610995353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650339610995353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-week-b4-christmas.html' title='My Week b4 Christmas'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113650330018632922</id><published>2005-12-16T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:21:40.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd I leave off???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frappr.com/pitguestmap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b27/dragonrose3911/earth.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now to where my story left off. Last night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/710"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dustin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; went to training at the Volunteer Fire Dept in Eudora. It was Dustin's introduction into the fire service and I think that he is excited about it. Afterward, they came and picked me up. We went to Love's in Hernando to do some karaoke with people that Jme works with at the Paid Fire Department. It was their Christmas Party. We had a blast. The funny thing was that Jme's stalker, Gin, was there with her boyfriend. She kept on staring at him and kept on staring right back at her...and lovin on him...Always fun to make people jealous.. :D Anyways, he sang 2 songs. We were waiting on the third one when someone from her group decided to start a fight outside. By that time, Jme was a little drunk and I had to stop him from getting into it...lol. So...the waitress had my card, since we were done drinking...(I had a coke, I was good...lol) and she was trying to stop the fight. I just wanted my card back. I dont like it when its in someone else's hands for a long period of time, ya know? So they cut on the lights to the place and she started yelling at everyone. Telling them to pay their tabs and get out. I was like wtf??? How rude. I only left her a $1 tip..mainly bc of how rude she was but also bc of how bad of a waitress she was.&lt;br /&gt;I had to work 8 hours today...a midshift, being, 12pm-8pm. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; gave me a set of manager keys. :) I'm so happy about that. I'm finally starting to get reintroduced into the manager thing up there. I got my own set of keys now!!!!! I didnt have my own set last time. I had to share with another manager. Also, I get my meals for free now, Just mine, not Jmes. He still gets half off though since he's my hubby. lol. Umm...him and Dustin are out test driving my car right now. Jme's been working on it since 9pm. Something is wrong with the clutch and he's tryin to fix it. He needed a hose so he went to Wally world (aka Walmart) and he brought me back 3 new dvds!!! Red Dragon, The 40 Year Old Virgin, and 8 Seconds!! To view my complete DVD collection &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/DVDs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click HERE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Also I'd like to direct you to all the journals in my sidebar. They are wonderful reads. And thank you again Dave. :) I hope you find more readers now...you are well worth bookmarking...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/entries/429"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/fefehelp2/1yr.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no entry from a year ago to todays date. But I have 2 for tomorrow, so here is one of them from December 17th, 2004. It is short, so go on over and read it. :)&lt;br /&gt;To everyone new, I hope you enjoy my journal and thanks for visiting. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113650330018632922?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113650330018632922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113650330018632922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650330018632922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650330018632922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/12/whered-i-leave-off.html' title='Where&apos;d I leave off???'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113650318744694480</id><published>2005-12-15T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:19:47.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke=Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frappr.com/pitguestmap"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b27/dragonrose3911/earth.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/711"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Robby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and I went to go karaoke at Buffalo Wild Wings. It was Double D's Second Show there and they had requested we go since we go to their Monday Night Karaoke at Hueys on a regular basis. They needed good singers at the new show and all...lol. We ate some boneless wings and I loved them...yummy. We also played their trivia game while there and listening to other people sing. One of Jme's ex one night stands was there, like she was last week. And nothing changed in the weeks time..she was still checking him out. I kept shooting her the "Go to H3ll" look and Jme noticed it. But I think he was too drunk to really pay that much attention to it....lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I had to go to work..9am-4pm. I got there at 8am tho bc Jme had to work at 8am and needed the car for when he got off. It was shifting funny anyways. He thinks that the master gear thingy is broken...he's gonna see how much it'll cost to get that fixed. But, he needed the car to go take a lie detector test and finish up some paperwork on a job that my brother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/714"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Johnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, hooked him up with. Now all he has to do is make sure he passed that test, and take a drug test, which he should pass being a firefighter and all.. so we hope that he gets that so that he'll be making more money and wont have to work at NAPA anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I went to work and was the only person besides Fallyne that was capable of running drive thru. But she was the only person besides me capable of running steam. So that meant that John, the manager, would have to take headset while I was on break. Didnt happen. I didnt get a break. John was very apologetic for it. I was ok with it. John gave me free raviolis w/meat sauce to make up for it tho..:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jme was still at the job interview thing so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/710"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; came and picked me up. He brought me home. Shortly after, Jme got home. Now they are both in Eudora training. It is going to be Dustin's first training as a volunteer firefighter. He is excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/entries/428"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/fefehelp2/1yr.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year ago entry is from December 15th, 2004 since I didnt do an entry yesterday and last year I didnt do an entry on December 16th. :) Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113650318744694480?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113650318744694480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113650318744694480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650318744694480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650318744694480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/12/karaokefun.html' title='Karaoke=Fun'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113650306416107830</id><published>2005-12-14T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:17:44.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Too Much Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frappr.com/pitguestmap"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b27/dragonrose3911/earth.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alrighty, I know I mentioned in a previous entry that I accepted the manager position as Fazolis. I start my training this week. Ill learn how to open a couple days and then to close. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; wants me to learn how to do it all. Which is something that one of the other managers has to still learn to do. So I might be a little ahead of her on knowledge while she is ahead of me on experience. Oh well. Dont forget to check out this article in an entry I wrote: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/entries/774"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ho, Ho, Horror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. It is a little disturbing but the reason behind it is admirable to me, to say the least. Also, if you check out my myspace: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dragonrose637"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.myspace.com/dragonrose637&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you will find that i added a new song to it. This is sorda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s and My Song. Again, I said "sorda" because we dont really have one. But I have a special memory with him and this song, and so does he. Its one of those..sit back and remember, type of songs. Also, Please sign my guestmap. I've realized I havent been putting it up but you can also find it in my "about me" section. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guy that lives down the street with the female pomeranian talked to Jme today. She should be going in heat sometime soon...so hopefully we'll get some puppies. Jme says I can keep one. I want a black one so I hope they have a black one. She is an orange sable pomeranian and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stitch &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is a White/Cream pomeranian. I'm going to get pictures of her when we take Stitch over there. Also, click on his name in the previous sentence to go to the profile of him. It has his occupation there. That link goes to his breeding information. If Jme and I get more than one puppy out of the litter(which I will also get a pic of, along w/a pic of each puppy individually) I will be posting a link to a new webpage on his lineage. So check back later for that. ALSO!!! I've decided to start adding something new for people who don't know me very well. It is a picture that you will see at the bottom of EVERY entry from here on out. It will link them to an entry from the year before to the exact date. Like todays will go to Dec 14th, 2004...etc...If not, it will link to one that is close to it. That will happen mainly because there wasnt an entry for that day. :) So check that out. You might find some interesting things that way too. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ok...Yesterday I got something in the mail. It says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By special invitation from&lt;br /&gt;THE NATIONAL SCHOLARS HONOR SOCIETY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are cordially invited to apply for Honor Society Membership. You may subit an application online at: _______________ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing you congratulations and continued success,&lt;br /&gt;The National Scholars Honor Society. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So..as you can see, i'm excited about that. I hope I get in. I applied and it said it takes 2-4 wks for notification by mail.... :D I cant wait. Jme and I are gonna go karaoke tonight. So I gotta start getting ready, plus, I still have to put up laundry. Also, he has a new entry on his journal so check it out(link in the right column under "other Journals") &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/entries/427"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/fefehelp2/1yr.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one Goes to December 13th, 2004 due to no entry for December 14th, 2004. Enjoy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113650306416107830?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113650306416107830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113650306416107830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650306416107830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650306416107830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-too-much-thus-far_14.html' title='Not Too Much Thus Far'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113459249778447247</id><published>2005-12-14T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:59:34.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho, Ho, Horror???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Well, I was doing my routine Journal readings and checking of the AOL message boards today. I posted the new UPComing DVDs of Jan 2006 in My DVD List Journal(link in the right sidebar) when I came across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/sdoscher458/LifeIsFullOfSurprises/entries/1479"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Deck The Halls With Heads of Barbi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; on someone's journal. Now, reading that, I imd the blog author and asked where the picture was at. So I was told and i went on my search for the article. I found it..complete with Picture AND a video...the link?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20051213164009990007"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;AOL News - Scary Santa Display Draws Stares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;. Go check it out and please WATCH THE VIDEO. Now..as to what i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that Christmas is too commercialized now. These people did this out of protest and I commend them for it. I had to laugh when i watched the video and read the story, although I think children shouldnt be allowed to see it. I DO NOT think that it should be taken down tho.&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113459249778447247?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113459249778447247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113459249778447247&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113459249778447247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113459249778447247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/12/ho-ho-horror.html' title='Ho, Ho, Horror???'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113439375629731618</id><published>2005-12-12T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T05:22:36.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out With The Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Jme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; and I were both off of work. I picked him up at the fire department at 6:45 am this morning and came home. I went back to bed and he went to the store for laundry detergent and to get his hair cut. It was getting a little long. lol. So he came back and put on a load of Laundry in our NEW washer and dryer. Please read the previous entry to find out how we got it. I think I put something in there about it. Anyways, next thing I knew he was curled up in bed next to me. We slept for a little while and then I woke up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/710"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Dustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; calling to let us know that he was coming over. He had bought himself a blue lightsaber today. So he came over and Jme and I woke up. He put on more clothes in the washer and put the others in the dryer...we then watched part of Fantastic Four. After that we went up to Fazolis to show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; the lightsabers. He liked them. We then came home and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/709"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Ricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; called us. So we went and picked him up on our way to Trinity Baptist Church. They were having their Singing Christmas Tree tonight. It was great. I think my favorite part of it was the song in the end where we all had the candles in our hand lit. It was beautiful. Now we are all home and Jme is cooking Pork Chops. Yummmah, I just decided to come up here and write this entry. Plus, I had to read the journal entry I missed in Jme's Journal(link in sidebar) and another entry in a friends journal that I read everyday. Anyways, Ill put in more later, maybe tomorrow tho. I have to work 8am-5pm so itll be after that. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you guys...err...gals..lol. Today in Dustin's truck and at the Christmas Tree Show Jme was paying more attention to me than he usually does. He was ina good loving mood I guess...he was always giving me kisses today and everything. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113439375629731618?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113439375629731618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113439375629731618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113439375629731618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113439375629731618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/12/out-with-guys.html' title='Out With The Guys'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113428949926241078</id><published>2005-12-11T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:42:43.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News from Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;I find myself not sleeping again. As usual, I suppose. Although now that I am through with finals I have started to work more. I started to be available during the week. As many people know, it wasnt possible to work during the week and go to school. Well, Tuesday I went in to work to get my paycheck. My raise that I got a month before was NOT on it. I was highly irrate and asked John about it. He said to talk to Rob, but Rob wasnt there. I started to work during the week on Thursday. I went in at 9am. The day went by pretty fast. Nothing much happened. Oh...except Rob kept asking me about my whole thoughts on being the manager. I told him I still didnt know and I voiced some more concerns about it. He assured me that everything would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Friday I went in early and got off early. During work, Rob sat me down to have a talk with me again. I accepted the position as manager. After he discusses it with long time employees (like myself) and gets me through my training (again..i really do need it again) then he'll give me my manager raise. Ill be making $8.50 an hr instead of the $8 I made last time I was a manager. When I got off, Dustin was there to pick me up. Jme was still out getting me a Christmas present. :) After Jme got home we all went out to walmart and picked up some xmas presents. Jme and I got into a little fight, but its ok. We worked it out on the way home. He bought me taco bell, and to make it better, he gave me that present he had just bought along with a cam for the computer. Now I can talk to stace and she can see me just like I can see her. All 3 of us stayed up till 3am watching the New Dukes of Hazzard Movie on DVD. It was great, yet nothing like the old ones. Oh, the Christmas Present he got me??? As some may recall Jme had the Star Wars ExactReplica FX Lightsaber of Darth Vader which has the red light. Well, he got me the Star Wars Exact Replica FD Lightsaber of Mace Windu. ITS PURPLE!!! I love it to death. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went in at 8am and got off at 5:25pm. I came home in a rush though. They were supposed to be delivering the washer and dryer that Mom and Danny got for Jme and I for Christmas. Mom stayed the day at the house till they got there. She said they did it around 11am. It is really pretty. :) Now we just gotta start on laundry...lol. Jme and I are both off tomorrow so we can take a nap and then start on that although he usually wakes up before I do to get a head start if not a complete job done before I get up. Well, Im starting to get tired. More later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113428949926241078?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113428949926241078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113428949926241078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113428949926241078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113428949926241078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/12/news-from-work.html' title='News from Work'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113387949463378172</id><published>2005-12-06T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:55:15.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend and Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Well, sorry I havent written much lately. It seems that with the ads on my journal I dont want to write in it much less view it anymore. :( Anyways, Friday I went to work at 5pm and got off at 10pm. On the dot almost. lol. We started to get busy around that time too, so I was grateful to get off. The only thing was the JR(a guy thats been there as long as I have) was supposed to work and didnt. That was a little peculiar but ok, he could have been sick. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Jme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/710"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Dustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; were in the dining room waiting on me. Jme had cleaned the house as I saw when I got home. It looked wonderful. He had also beaten the Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II on Xbox, fighting for the dark side...lol. He had already beaten it fighting for the good side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I came in at 8am and so did Fallyne. We both opened the restaurant and went on breaks at 10am together. It is nice to have someone to talk to on break. Ya know? JR was supposed to come in that night but wasnt up on the shift planner so we all started to wonder. Later on we found out that he had quit. We were all upset. At 5pm, he came walking through the door. We asked Sophia(a manager) what was up and she said he was "temporarily gone." That means that he quit and they are trying to get him back. He was there for a meeting with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;. Anyways, I got off at 5pm and went home. Jme was at the FD so I just came home, took a nap, and got online. Didnt do anything other than that all night. lol.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Jme was off from NAPA and the FD so he took me to work at 8am again. I did my open and Fallyne came in at 9am. Shortly before she came in Rob started to talk to me about when I used to be a manager up there, how I was trained, by whom, and why I quit doing it. He thenasked me if I would consider doing it again. I told him that I hadnt thought about it since I quit being a manager and he told me to think about it. So I went on my break at 10am like I do everyday I go in at 8am. I was so scared that he was going to come sit down with me to discuss the manager thing but he didnt. I worked my butt of on steam table the whole day. My feet were hurting and after the rush I could barely breath but I couldnt take the time to get a drink or a breath because I had to get my steam table back in line in case something else happened. Well I got off at 5pm and Jme was waiting for me. He had gone and bought himself a TN Vols Christmas Hat....lol. It's nice to see him getting into the Christmas Spirit. So I was about to leave when Rob asked Jme if he could borrow me. So we sat down and talked about the manager thing. He said he knew I didnt have support before and I would if I did it this time. He said he would work with my schedule and I wouldnt be closing every night, although I would still be closing most of the time. I hate closing, thats why I open all the time or get off at 10pm. So I told him I would thing about it and he said "no pressure." But yeh right, there is always pressure when the owner of your work asks you to be a manager. So I came home and turns out that Jme had decorated more of the house. We now had our blinking snowflakes hanging from the bottom part of the stair case and the stockings up, along with the blinking candle above the Christmas village. Ill have pictures up later. So...when I got home Jme decided to put the light up candy canes at the top bottom part of the stair case. It looks great now. He did such a good job. He says he is trying to get me into the Christmas Spirit because he thinks that it is his fault that I am not in it lately. Dustin and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/709"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Ricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; came over and we watched Christmas movies. Umm. National Lampoons Christmas Vacation and 8 Crazy Nights. lol. I even called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/714"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Johnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; so that they could come over and see the Christmas lights in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Mom and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/715"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; had bought Jme and me a Washer and Dryer from Best Buy. They had called the night before and were supposed to be delivering it Monday between 2 and 4pm. Well, they called that morning and said it would be here Saturday. I was asleep and Jme got the call. So when I woke up I called Best Buy's Delivery Dept to ask why it would be Saturday. They literelly hung up on me. So I kept calling and calling. Finally the person hung up on me in the middle of my question so i Called another dept and asked for the store manager. They transfered me to him and he checked the delivery stats on it. He called me back and the washer and dryer are in back order. Jme, Ricky, Dustin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/711"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Robby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;, and I went to karaoke like we always do on Mondays. We were having a pretty good time until this song came on...I dont know the name of it but the lyrics are like "you dont have to call me darlin, darlin" and such and such. &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/dragonrose3911/darlin.mp3"&gt;Click Here to Listen to It.&lt;/a&gt; Well, the unwritten part in between the darlin, darlin, is B*tch, Sl*t, Wh*re and we all yelled it out, like its supposed to be done. If you've ever heard the song and people sing it then you'd understand. Well, this one table of girls that Ricky knew got highly P*ssed. Forgive the language here. She came over and started yelling at Jme. I mean, the whole table yelled that out, even me. So why was she JUST yelling at my husband? Jme wasnt having it and yelled back. He said that a woman is either one of those 3 things. Which to an extent is true..ya know? Well, she said she wasnt and he said that she must be a rarity. She told Ricky he had better get his boy. WTF? Ricky yelled it to. Then she brought me into it. She said it was disrespectful especially with a girl sitting next to him. He then pointed out I was his wife. She asked me if I was offended by it and I was like "NOPE! I yelled it too." Lol..I did, its part of the song. She then continued to yell at Jme. He then said, IF shewasnt any of those 3 things then why was she offended because you're only offended if you are one of the 3. She finally left. Throughout the entire night, she hung on(and i mean vulgarly hanging on) to 13 different men. We counted. So..yeh, I'd have to say...she was one of the 3. lol. Point made by JME!!!!!! Anyways, the karaoke guys bought like 2 pitchers for the table of beer not to mention the other pitchers the guys bought for themselves. Jme was waisted. Well, so were all the other guys. Jme and I came home around midnight and got into bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I kept waking up to Jme throwing up. Over and Over again. He called into work finally. He has alcohol poinsoning. So I got up and went to the store. I got him a big jug of V8 and some tylenol. He is in bed right now. He has only thrown up once since I got that stuff for him. I just wanted to put in this entry before I went back to bed or something. tah tah. More later, maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113387949463378172?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113387949463378172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113387949463378172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113387949463378172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113387949463378172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-weekend-and-work.html' title='My Weekend and Work'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113350198040223547</id><published>2005-12-01T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:27:55.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;I find it harder and harder as the years go by to get into the Christmas spirit. I remember when I couldnt wait to decorate my purse in christmas lights that were battery operated, or wear a santa hat everywhere I went. I used to even insist on it being a mandantory hat for the holidays at work. I havent reccomended that this year. I remember, when everything Christmasy went up the day after Thanksgiving. No waiting, that was the day. It was reserved for that and that only and then to sit and watch the tree in all its glory while drinking hot chocolate. Just sitting there in silence. So relaxing and peaceful. I remember when it wasnt a burden to put up the tree. Do you? When there werent prelit trees because people enjoyed the time with their family putting them up. I remember sitting outside the house in the cold watching the lights go up, although there werent that many, and just sitting there as the Christmas spirit filled the air. I remember driving by houses just for fun to see the decorations. Buying more than enough presents to give to the charities. I even remember organizing a charity. That year my house was filled with people and Christmas Presents. No place to walk either. Just piles of gifts for needy children. Then they all went in trash bags to put on the trucks to deliver w/Santa. The fire dept helped along with the ambulance. (No I wasnt with Jme then) I remember feeling like I belonged every time a Christmas song came on, no matter where I was at. I remember the joy I felt giving those gifts, and the joy I felt while with family on Christmas as I recieved gifts from them too. Do you remember? I do. And you know what else? I miss it. I guess it is like all the tales say. When you get older, the magic just goes away. I can sit and cry about not feeling the magic anymore. Not believing in Santa. I remember when I did. It hurts not to feel it. It hurts to look around at the decorations and not even feel like I want to turn them on. Because most times I dont. I remember... Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113350198040223547?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113350198040223547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113350198040223547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113350198040223547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113350198040223547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit?'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113315691602615340</id><published>2005-11-27T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:20:08.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, an UPDATE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR PICTURES GO TO: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/entries/763"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow I have A LOT to catch up on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;I just realized that since those banners went up in the journals that I havent felt like posting much. I did a little bit on moving my entries over to that blogspot journal I created. I made it to November 2004 and got sick of it. :( Too much work, too many archived entries. But I was going to continue AFTER finals on finishing up that last year. I dont exactly remember what I've been doing every day since Nov 19th either. I tend to sleep a lot and my days get mixed up. I do however know that this is a long entry and if it doesnt let me post the entire thing, pics included (YES I HAVE PICS) then I will break it up in separate ones. :p&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Lemme start of with THANKSGIVING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Jme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; had to work at the Fire Dept so I didnt get to spend it with him. I did however spend it with my family in Covington. We had a wonderful lunch and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/715"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; actually came down with us. He never comes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/718"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Granny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;'s house with us for family reunions or holidays so you can guess how excited Granny and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; were about that. After we came home I went to the Fire Dept to spend time with Jme. I didnt stay long though because I was feeling sick. :( He had been sick the entire week. It started about Monday. I noticed it when we went karaoking that night. So I came home and hopped online. Sorda like I always do....lol&lt;br /&gt;The Friday after Thanksgiving I had to be at work at 8am to decorate the restaurant. I was expecting that when I got there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; would already have the decorations there for me to put up...but noooo. I'm not that luck am I? I came in and he asked if I knew where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Bruce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; had put the decorations from last year. For all I knew Bruce had taken them home. So I didnt know. Well, he handed me $120 to go to Walmart to get decorations(ie. A tree, stockings, ornaments, etc) He told me to use my imagination. I looked at him with a terrible look on my face and he asked "What?" I said "You want me to go to Walmart at 8am on BLACK FRIDAY?!?!?!" He said yes so I headed off. It was crowded. And if you ask Jme. I HATE CROWDS. But I got in there and got a 6.5 ft prelit tree for about $29. I got the skirt for it, a star, ornaments, garland, tensil, red bows, a stocking for all 27 employees, and materials to hang, pin, tape, and write with. I got it all for about $124. $4 coming outta my own pocket. He just paid me back today with milk....lol. But I spent an hour in Walmart which I thought was pretty good considering the conditions it was under. I got back to work around 9am and started putting up the decorations. It took me 2 hours. By that time, we were already open and it was starting to get REALLY busy. So I came home and went to sleep. Considering I felt terrible and was really nauseous and light headed. I was going to clean house but I didnt make it around to it. I think that Jme was a little agrivated by that, but when he came home he realized I was actually sick and was ok with it. So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/710"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Dustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; came over that night and we all went to Fazolis. I carried Mom's camera and took pictures of what I had done. See pictures 1-2 Above Picture 1 is of the Christmas Tree I bought and decorated. Picture 2 is of the lobby where the guests come in to order their food. On the other side is the dining room. As you can see there is garland on the columns with ornaments on them. There are the red bows on in the middle and up at top is a stocking for every employee we have with their names on it. Mine is the first one I put up. Its the one in the topleft corner that you can only see the bottom half of...lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home and started to decorate our place. Jme and Dustin started to put up the Christmas tree while I did the railing on the stair case and the game loft. See Pictures 3-6. Picture 3is of Jme putting the tree together. Dustin was hiding. You can see his arm..lol. Picture 4 Dustin actually got into the picture. Picture 5 is me with my elf hat on. Again, Jme and I were both sick so we dont look all that great. As you can see, the tree is UP!!! Picture 6 is the lighted garland with red bows that line the staircase and the loft above.&lt;br /&gt;After that we sat down and watched The Polar Express. Good movie. :) In Picture 7 you can see Spike laying underneath the Christmas tree. Ill have a full pic of it up later, once some presents are under it. Also, I am in love with Picture 8. It is of Spike sitting behind the Christmas Candle Light. Isnt it a pretty picture of her? Thats all of the Christmas Pics I have for now. Picture 9 is of Spike asleep at the top of the couch in the game room. Picture 10 is of Jme driving my car and Picture 11 is of the Short Ram Air Intake he put under my hood. Its the thing in the right side of the pic. Long silver thing with a red filter at the end. :) And then Pictures 12-19 are of Stitch. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Saturday I went to work at 8am. I actually had to work though. Jme had my car at NAPA and we didnt get off till 5pm. But I got off early at 4pm so I called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/714"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Johnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; to come get me and take me home. I called NAPA and left a message for Jme so he'd know where I was at. Johnny and I stopped by Petco to get a shock collar for his boxer, Major. That dog is crazy but adorable and I love him too. Anyways, Jme called Johnny around 4:30. We were pulling into the complex. Jme was home. He realized I didnt have my house keys and got off early. Right before he called I realized I didnt have my keys...lol. Great minds think alike?? Anyways, Dustin, Jme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/709"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Ricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;, and I were at the house that night. The boys put up my Christmas Village while I watched the Fifth Element. Good movie...I had never seen it before. Then we all went to play pool. I was actually winning games without getting a ball in the socket bc for some reason they had bad luck with the 8 ball and would scratch on it...lol. I won 4 games like that. Then Games 5 and 6 that I won were against Jme and Dustin. I actually won those. They were thinking about having a mass suicide bc they lost to me...lol. I'm really bad at pool. After that we all went home. I went to work at 8am this morning and got off at 2pm. I was feeling sick and Rob had me on steam table. I got too hot and almost threw up in the 10 lbs of spaghetti on steam line. That would have been a lovely Fazolis secret sauce...lol.. J/K That was just a nasty thought...eww. forgive me for that. lol. Anyways, we went to Mom's to eat Fried Pork Chops with her and Johnny and got home. I hopped on here and wrote this. ALSO AN UPDATE ON ADS:&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be disappearing ads on the journals. Mine didnt have one of PIT but some other ones did. And some do, then you go back and they dont and visa versa. So I dunno. Maybe we won this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113315691602615340?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113315691602615340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113315691602615340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113315691602615340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113315691602615340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-update.html' title='Finally, an UPDATE!!!!'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113283672633295722</id><published>2005-11-24T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T04:43:49.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v449/SunshineGirlLisa7/Fall%202005/th_disapearingturkey.gif" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;I Wish Everyone a Safe and Happy Thanksgiving Today. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113283672633295722?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113283672633295722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113283672633295722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113283672633295722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113283672633295722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113269941868563119</id><published>2005-11-22T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:56:21.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Hi, I'm Felicia. I just created this blog to help people with the html part of it so things will constantly change as I try out new things on it. My Current personal journal is at &lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/"&gt;http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/&lt;/a&gt; regretfully, but it is still there bc I have written in it for so long and I dont want to lose anything. Otherwise I would have joined the AOL Jland Mass Exodus like all my other friends and moved over to blogspot. But in my journal there is an entry as to why I didnt although my graphic is supportive of the mass exodus as am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE!! 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I dont wanna go. I want to goto Spanish II to review for the final but I can't cuz band pays for part of my school. Well, I get paid tommorrow and I gotta give &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the money for my car insurance and pay the school for money I owe them. Then i gotta go through clearance so I can take my finals. Well, I don't really know what to say. I am so sleepy and Jme and I have had a lot of little spats lately. He says I shouldn't take them seriously, but I have to. I don't want to get into a marriage where I'm unhappy. I'm hungry. Hrrmm. Don't know what I'm gonna eat. Nothinin the house to eat that I know of. Stitch is doing good. His wining does get a little annoying though. LOL. Well, I gg. I have homework, I just gotta get into it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273710695754773?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273710695754773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273710695754773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273710695754773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273710695754773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273703423020421</id><published>2004-11-27T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:10:34.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, we put up the tree and the town. It looks so pretty. I went to work today and came home early. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bought me some gas and then Amanda came ova. We watched Stepford Wives. Anyway, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bought me the new Harry Potter Movie and Friends Season 8. Now I have all the seasons that are out there. I am only waiting on the last 2 seasons. Jme has been so sweet lately. I love him so much. I took pics of the tree and village and of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so they should be on my profile soon. I gotta work again tommorrow. I get paid this week though and then I gotta pay my car insurance and then go christmas shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273703423020421?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273703423020421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273703423020421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273703423020421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273703423020421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273688820815240</id><published>2004-11-25T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:08:08.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Sux</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I went to school Monday and right before band I realized that the band concert was this next tuesday night. I have my spanish II night class that night and we're reviewing for the final so I asked Mr. Ungrait if I could miss the concert and he said no. I got pissed and left. Tuesday there was no band but I told my Spanish II teacher about the situation and one of my friends in there is gonna email me the notes and tape the class for me. That way i'll sorda be prepared for the final. Well, I was outta school Wednesday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I cleaned the house. Today is Thanksgiving and I took &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; w/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and Me to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/718"&gt;Granny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s. Everyone loved him. They also asked about Jme who is working at HLFD. Came home and separated the village houses between me and mom. Then &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/714"&gt;Johnny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &amp;amp; Beth came ova for Thanksgiving Dinner. They left and I came home and set up the village. It looks so pretty. Tommorrow when Jme gets offa work, we're setting up the tree. I can't wait to see him tommorrow. I love him so much and I miss him so much. I hate being away from him. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273688820815240?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273688820815240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273688820815240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273688820815240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273688820815240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/band-sux.html' title='Band Sux'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273674944849220</id><published>2004-11-21T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:05:49.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin 2 The Bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I went to work at 9am this morning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; drove me cuz he was gonna change my oil today. We got there and they were doing work on the streets beside walmart and we had to go around. So I was almost late. I got off at 4pm though. I was supposed to get off at 5pm but it was slow. I worked almost 24 hrs this weekend. That's alot. I hope my check will be good. So, i got home and Jme started playing Need For Speed Underground 2. He loves that game. While he was doin that I put our bed sheets in the washer and then the drier. They're drying right now. I looked upsome things for homework in Psych II and typed the paper on that. I gave &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a bath and I put his Flea medicine on him along with feeding &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/716"&gt;Neo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/717"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. other than that, that was my day up until now. Oh, I forgot, I also re-alphabatized our dvds. We have over 250 dvds. i have a complete list of them now on my computer along with who is borrowing the one's not on the shelf right now. Well, that's my day, adios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273674944849220?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273674944849220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273674944849220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273674944849220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273674944849220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/workin-2-bone.html' title='Workin 2 The Bone'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273660833210516</id><published>2004-11-20T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:03:28.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know, i've noticed that most of my journal entries here lately have something to do with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and i always fighting or something. today, i barely got to talk to him. our phone conversations were, "hey, what's up, i love you, i'll call you back later." that is pretty much the jist of it. Then Karen, angie, and the kids came ova and i accidently made a mistake and told angie how much jme paid for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. She said he told her less, karen said the same thing. then his mom mentioned him having to borrow money from her. he borrowed money for both of our phone bills, i paid him for mine, and he didnt have the money for his car insurance either. he doesnt tell me this stuff. its startin to piss me off a little. he needs to tell me this stuff. but noooo, he doesnt wanna, or he doesnt wanna get a joint account so i can keep up with our spending limits and stuff. i thought that the family meeting would've solved this but it didn't. hell, nothing much was solved. i love him to death, but i feel like he doesnt trust me. he says he does, but i dont believe he does trust me that much. he is always yellin at me for not trustin him like i should, but he doesnt trust me either. he yells at me for thinkin he is gonna run off with another girl when he'll bring up in a different conversation that he is worried i'll leave him for another girl. so...that proves we both have the same trust issues. i'm sick of him accusing me of accusing him that i think he's cheatin on me. i don't mean to accuse him of it if i do, i don't even think i do. i thin khe reads too much into shit. i hope this gets settled soon. and not by yelling. i'm just sick of this shit. the money, the trust, the whole" why are you calling me" phone conversations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273660833210516?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273660833210516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273660833210516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273660833210516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273660833210516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273648864315941</id><published>2004-11-19T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:01:28.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I have been doin great since he got back from Jackson. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s vet visit went okay. He is due back in 3 weeks for his next puppy shots. Jme and I are both off Wednesday. He works Thanksgiving Day so I am taking Stitch to my &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/718"&gt;Granny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s house. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is gonna drive though. Then the day after that Jme works till 6pm and then we're gonna put up the Christmas tree mom gave us. For Computer class, i have to do a powerpoint presentation on anything I want for a test. i'm doing it on Stitch. I have so many pix of him. I work tonight and tommorrow mornin and sunday mornin. I have a lot of hrs this weekend. I'm startin to not mind it that much. I need the money. Bruce paid me for doing a flyer for him on catering yesterday. YAY! He says he'll start having me do more stuff. I'm so happy Jme is home. I love him so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273648864315941?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273648864315941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273648864315941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273648864315941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273648864315941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-days.html' title='Good Days'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273634462044909</id><published>2004-11-15T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:59:04.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pix Of Parker!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, an envelope came in the mail for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. It contained some pictures of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/720"&gt;Parker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. I put them in Parker's baby album where we put all of his pictures and his birthcertificate. It is an adorable album. Anyway, Jme is in jackson as I previously posted, so Itook pix of the pictures and sent them to him on our phones. He thanked me. Parker is so adorable. You can definately tell that he is Jme's son. They sent pix of him at 6 months old, 7 months old and 9 months old(this month) in that envelope. Jme is going to be so happy to see them when he gets home tommorow. I can't wait to see him happy. He loves Parker to death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273634462044909?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273634462044909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273634462044909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273634462044909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273634462044909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/pix-of-parker.html' title='Pix Of Parker!!'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273625974230738</id><published>2004-11-15T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:57:39.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is in Jackson. He left Sunday at 4pm. I already miss him so much. I cried last night when he called me cuz I miss him so much. We just got everything fixed and then he has to go take a final for HLFD. I miss him so much. I want to be in his arms right now.&lt;br /&gt;I got online last night and some bitch im'd me telling me Jme cheated on me with her. Jme doesnt have time to cheat and she couldn't even answer the simplest questions about him. SO i know its not true. But i got her number and called to see if it was ligit. It was so I hung up. She called back. I hung up. I saved our whole conversation. She continued to call up until 2 am this morning. I didn't answer any of the calls. She said she was going to sue me for harassment when in turn if she tries, I got more on her. So i'll just counter sue her. And I have a lawyer already on call. But she is just a skank hoe. She is bs'n anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta actually go to band today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;has a vet appointment tommorow. If jme gets home in time he'll take him, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is gonna watch him and if Jme doesn't get home in time, she's taking him. I just gotta pick up my pay check before she does.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jme so much. I don't like being here knowing he is 2 or more hrs away. It's tearing me up. I know I have other people to talk to but I want him. I want his kisses and huggs. I want his arms to hold me while i sleep. I want him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273625974230738?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273625974230738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273625974230738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273625974230738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273625974230738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/jackson.html' title='Jackson'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273612319232791</id><published>2004-11-14T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:55:23.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything got to be talked about last night and everyone is good again. Ms. Jan even petted &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Well, I didn't work today, woke up around noon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; was still asleep but I went with Karen and Ms. Jan to walmart to go grocery shopping. Should be good on food for a week or two. Then we got home and i spent some time with Jme. We even went to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/715"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; got her a white fiberoptic x-mas tree. It was very pretty. I loved it. Jme left for Jackson around 4pm. He's gonna call when he gets down there. I'm staying here. I love Jme to death and I'm glad everything got fixed. If Gin reads this...that means that u still cannot contact Jme. Anyway, I hope pics of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/720"&gt;Parker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; come in tommorrow so I can have them in Parker's baby album b/4 Jme gets home. I have everypic Jme has of Parker in a baby album. I got it for Jme the night Parker was born. It has his birth date, weight, time etc.God, I love Jme so much. I can't wait for a couple of more years when we are more stable and I'm outta college so that we can start a family together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273612319232791?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273612319232791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273612319232791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273612319232791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273612319232791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/fixed.html' title='Fixed'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273585691465425</id><published>2004-11-13T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:50:56.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, obviously &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; misunderstood my journal AGAIN!!! The point and the main feelings I have is that I don't want to move out and lose him. I love him to death. But all he saw was what I was doing to prepare myself to if I had to move out...if things don't change. He came up to my work yesterday and had a letter for me and I can't remember all that it said but I want to make one thing clear. i care more about Jme than I do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. He can keep Stitch. I'm not trying to take him away, it's just that since i thought that he was my anniversary present then I thought that I should take him with me. Well, I got off around 11:45 and came home. Amanda's ex husband, Ryan, I saw him as he was turning onto goodman and I was going the opposite direction. I flipped him off. He turned around and caught up with me, and flipped me off, so I sped up and flipped him off again and then turned onto tulane to go home. Well, I got home and jme was asleep so I went in the other room and petted Spike and watch a little tv...he came in there and just looked at me and then went back to bed. So, after the show i was watching went off i went to bed...yes, in our room. He was awake, but I was sleepy so I went to sleep... He left late for work today and when i get off at 8:30 tonight, his mom and i and him are supposed to have a conversation to settle this conflict. Also, someone told him that I was at home at 11am yesterday which I totally wasnt check my attendence for Psych II at 11am on MWF. So I have something to say to that person:&lt;br /&gt;You fucking son of a bitch. I know that you are trying to ruin mine and Jme relationship anymore. You can quit trying. But I do have to say this to you. If i find out who u r and believe me I will, i will confront you, I will kick you ass if I feel the need to and you won't ever be allowed to talk to anyone in this household unless i leave.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wrote a letter to Gin telling her that depending on what happened tonight that she might b able to talk to Jme again...so if i wind up leaving she can talk to him, but if i stay there won't be any communication between them at all..like its supposed to be right now. I sent her that and she replied to me so i told her that there was no need to reply and that was all i had to say to her. well, she obviously talked to Jme yesterday, so GIN:&lt;br /&gt;That DID NOT mean that you could converse with him during this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my journal, I really don't want to leave Jme and this is tearing me up inside, but I doubt that his mom 'll come around and if she still moves to Boston after this conversation tonight then I have to live with Jme blaming me for it for the rest of our lives together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273585691465425?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273585691465425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273585691465425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273585691465425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273585691465425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/misunderstanding.html' title='Misunderstanding'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273572408540514</id><published>2004-11-12T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:51:22.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I are fighting again and I realize that we aren’t okay and we haven’t been for a while. I love him to death but I am not happy in this relationship anymore His mom is moving to Boston b/c of me. She thinks it’ll fix our problems and he doesn’t want her to move and he talked to her this morning and she said that all I do when I get home is go straight to my room and shut the door and I don’t. I go and get &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; out and let him eat and use the bathroom then I go to the living room with him . It’s her that goes straight to her room. Well, Jme is sick of it and he yelled and yelled at me and I yelled back defending myself. Well, he said me and his mom are gonna have to get along or everybody gets out. So, if we don’t fix this by Sunday I’ll start moving out while he is at Hazmat class. I don’t want to and I really love him. I want to be with him but I am not going to have everything blamed on me. I’ll have to give him back his car, so I guess mine is not in the market after all. Also, he isn’t letting me take Stitch. Now I know Stitch really isn’t my puppy. He just used our anniversary as a cover up for him wanting a Pomeranian. Stitch is Jme’s puppy. I got too attached to him and now I gotta try to get unattached so that I can leave him here with Jme. I love Jme to death. Idon’t want to leave him but I don’t know if I can stay here. I can’t make any decisions and any time anything comes up Jme thinks that he is always right cuz he pays the bills. GOD DAMNIT!!! I hope Bruce lets me off tonight. My eyes are so bloodshot. Now that mom doesn’t have a job she can help me get out. Jme’ll be gone till Tuesday, Tuesday is Stitch’s shot appointment. I guess he’ll be late getting them. I think I made a mistake moving in here. I don’t know why Jme’s mom doesn’t like about me. Just about a month ago we’d sit in the living room talking and I thought we were having a good time when she all of a sudden stopped and just went straight to her room and ignored me. It’s like I don’t even live here unless it’s to complain to Jme. I just got to get out of here. I doubt that things are going to get better, so why stay and still be sad. I know that if I do move back in with mom that we’ll have a hard time. I know that I’ll probably seclude myself to my room and just cry. I don’t want to lose Jme, but it seems that all that is left is for me to go. I don’t think anyone knows how hard it is for my to type this..and I don’t know if I’m goin to even be able to put myself to do it. But hey look at the good side. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/716"&gt;Neo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; will have a whole back yard to play in and he’ll be able to come inside the house again. DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNITDAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING DO!!!! I LOVE Jme SO MUCH, BUT I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN FUCKING STAY HERE ANYMORE. EVERYONE HATES ME OR BLAMES ME FOR SOMETHING. ITS FUCKING STUPID! OMG I , I , I G/G I’m going to miss Jme and Stitch so much. I love him so much. He is everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Original Comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe you completely missed the point of our conversation againComment from &lt;a href="http://memberdirectory.aol.com/aolus/badge?sn=totaleclipse637"&gt;totaleclipse637&lt;/a&gt; - 11/12/04 7:44 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273572408540514?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273572408540514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273572408540514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273572408540514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273572408540514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273552227452504</id><published>2004-11-11T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:45:22.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Band Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I are back to normal .... well, mainly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lost her job today, they were doing a huge layoff and now she has no job. I hope she finds one that can help her make the same that she does now which isnt gonna be close considerin she makes $19 an hr right now and that's hard to get down here. Anyway, I'm sellin my probe ...tryin to get at least $2000 for it. Someone emailed me today that I'm not talkin to all b/c Jme stopped talkin to her for me and she wants to talk to him. Long email she sent. I opened it and realized who it was fromand deleted it. I could care less what she says. Adoption agency emailed Jme today, they got some pics of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/720"&gt;Parker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and are mailing them to him. I am so happy that the adoptive parents will do that for him. Its so sweet. It's gonna make his day when they came in...believe me, it made his day when he got that email. I just also know he'll get a little depressed cuz he misses Parker. he loves him so much. Well, I have to go to the Jazz Band concert tonight for class. Amanda is goin with me.YAY! That way I don't have to go by myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273552227452504?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273552227452504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273552227452504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273552227452504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273552227452504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/jazz-band-concert.html' title='Jazz Band Concert'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273539435887152</id><published>2004-11-09T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:43:14.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazolis Faz Fax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;Bruce &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the fax sheet I made and he was happy about it. He asked how much he owed me and I told him nothing. I said I would like a drink though and he said okay. Then he gave me $25. So, I went and bought Shrek 2. HAHA!! Great Movie...baby dragon/donkeys. Anyway, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; came home and then we went to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s to get stuff outta my old probe b/4 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/714"&gt;Johnny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; took it for the week. I hope he buys it. I'm not taking less than $2000 for it though. I need the extra money for christmas and stuff. Anyway, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; continues to bite things and chew on stuff he isn't supposed to. it gets annoying when I'm tryin to sleep. Jme and I were in bed watching wrestling and he was fixin to change into his nite clothes and i hit on him and got turned down b/c he was too tired. so i got out of the mood and then 5 min later he wants to and i tell him that i'm not in the mood. he got mad at me. Well, he is at hlfd today and off all tommorrow. I only have music and band tommorrow so I'll get to spend time with him. I do love him. I love him very much. It's just stressful right now...and sometimes I just don't feel needed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273539435887152?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273539435887152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273539435887152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273539435887152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273539435887152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/fazolis-faz-fax.html' title='Fazolis Faz Fax'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273522305588697</id><published>2004-11-07T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:40:23.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I are okay. I hope. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is asleep on my feet right now. I actually got to work all my hours this weekend instead of getting off early which was okay but also good cuz I need themoney. I got an offer on my probe. $2000 as is. That's good considering what type of shape its in. Anyway, I owe Danny $500. I owe Mom $680. So that is like a total of $1180. Take that out of $2000 and that leaves me with $820. I can deal with that. Also considering it is family who wants it. Anyway, I am glad that I get to spend time with Jme tommorrow. Oh, I forgot to write something in here, I think. Friday, my psychology II teacher asked me to stay after class. It freaked me out cuz I thought I was in trouble or something and he asked me how it felt to have to stay after class. Turns out that it was great news. He is nominating me for the NWCC Hall of Fame. He gave me the application to put in and signed it and now we have to wait to see if I qualify/make it into the Hall of Fame. It would be GREAT if I could but I don't want to put the cart before the horse. But I thought that that was good news. I need to get some dinner, but I don't know what I want to eat. A baked potato sounds really good, but I don't think we have any. I'll go and check later. Also, I did this new Fazoli's Fax Order Form Sheet for work cuz theirs was sorda over a yr old and the prices and things were wrong on it and they were still using it so I updated it. I gotta give it to them tommorrow. I hope that they like it....at least until the new ones come in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273522305588697?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273522305588697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273522305588697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273522305588697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273522305588697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/were-ok.html' title='We&apos;re Ok'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273497723438287</id><published>2004-11-05T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:36:17.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*&amp;^#$)*&amp;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is in Eudora AGAIN tonight. We got into a “serious” conversation about it though. Of course I don’t like Eudora and I have a problem with it. Why wouldn’t I? But its his family and he is taking a stand for it. He says that he has given up so much for this relationship and he won’t give up Eudora. Okay, I have made him give up things…but he doesn’t consider what I’ve given up for him. Before I moved in with him, I told him that if he didn’t control his temper I wouldn’t marry him.Well, his temper is the same, but I am still gonna marry him. I have to hold my mouth every time he misplaces something and can’t find it. I have to act all happy when he insults me for being overly concerned or asking where he is when he asks where I am all the time. I get occused of being jealous. I know I am jealous and insecure but he is jealous too. He tells me all the time that I had better not cheat on him..is that trust or what? Anyway, I get insults, but I do try not to insult him .I am always telling him that he is sexy and hott but I don’t get that a lot. Lately, I haven’t been getting as many huggs and kisses that he used to give me. We aren’t as affectionate and things like that. And it might hurt him that when I am mad, I don’t say “I Love You” before I get off the phone. It hurts me too not to say it to him. I love him so much. Now he says that I am going to have to choose whether or not I can deal with him going to Eudora once a week….HMMMMM…Let me look at the facts: PROS:a)he enjoys it b) Its part of him CONS: a)I have to sleep alone another night of the week b) He doesn’t call and talk that much while down there. c) I don’t like bein here alone d)what happened to “together time”? e)WTF Oh! And another thing. I might have misheard the once a week/month thing but I definitely DID NOT mishear the resignation thing in our last fight and now he says that he won’t resign…and that he didn’t say that. The only reason I even considered him still goin to Eudora was because it would only be till the end of the year, then NEVER AGAIN. Well, I get yelled at about that too. So …my decision..I don’t know. I can’t make that decision. I want to stay here with him, but he is not really ever home. I love him to death, but I don’t like being alone and this adds another day to being alone. I need attention,but he doesn’t seem to want to have the same amount of attention between us shared. I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! I guess I’ll stillfeel the same about Eudora and either 1 of 2 things will happen..1) he’ll deal with my feelings about Eudora and I guess he’ll still go 2) I’ll still have the same feelings and he’ll get tired of it and let me go(aka kick me out) I don’t know…guess we’ll have to wait cuz I can’t change my feelings about something over night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273497723438287?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273497723438287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273497723438287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273497723438287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273497723438287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='*&amp;^#$)*&amp;'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273467953540693</id><published>2004-11-04T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:31:19.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Puppy Is So Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/iluvjme4eva/Stitch1Oct31st2004.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I got the puppy and he is so cute...there are lots of pictures of him on my profile..Lol! Plus there is one of him in a teacup next to this entry..Ain't he adorable. Anyway, Nothing much has been goin on. I've been off a little of my thoughts and feelings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I haven't been romantic since Saturday...there are barely any kisses ...well, there are kisses but not as many...we don't snuggle or hugg as much. It's really bothering me. I also can't help but remember that he said he'd go to Eudora only once a month but he said that he said he'd go once a week. I don't know. He's at Eudora tonight. I'm just glad he is going to put in his resignation after December and if he doesn't remember saying that I have the journal entry on my journal of when I was releaved that he said that. Anyway, I prolly have to work a lot this weekend. I dunno. I really don't know much anymore. I'm hungry, but I don't know what I want to eat. I think I'll call and talk to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273467953540693?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273467953540693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273467953540693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273467953540693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273467953540693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-puppy-is-so-cute.html' title='New Puppy Is So Cute'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273444318112222</id><published>2004-10-30T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:27:23.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hallows Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God, I love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; so much. He is north of Covington TN right now picking up my anniversary present that is now able to come home and on the way there he picked up some things for the puppy too. I am so excited. He should be home around 9:30. Anyway, Thursday NWCC lost our Football game. The tubas decided to do a fake fight sceen in the middle of halftime and they got in big trouble. I'll find out this next week whether or not they got kicked out of band and suspended from school and lose their scholarships for it. They had a meeting with the dean friday morning. Anyway, I love Jme so much. I don't work tommorrow so I'm gonna take &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, My new Teacup Pomeranian Puppy, to work to show &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;Bruce &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then I'm gonna go to HLFD to visit Jme while they hand out candy tomorrow night cuz he works. This puppy is like me and Jme having a baby of our own. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/717"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, my cat, is like our baby already and we'll lay in bed and play with her or pet her and stuff and its like spending time with our very own family and now we have a new addition to the family. Except this one we gotta train. I'm hoping to train Stitch to use the catlitter box. I know it can be done. well, i'm gonna go eat..buh bye..More tommorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273444318112222?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273444318112222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273444318112222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273444318112222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273444318112222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-hallows-eve.html' title='All Hallows Eve'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273430951224278</id><published>2004-10-24T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:25:09.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I haven't been on here in a while. I don't really know what to say....let me see....I worked Friday night and this guy in a probe tried to race me while I was goin home. I didn't race though b/c well, I don't like racing...speed limits are there for a reason. Anyway, Saturday was homecoming. Got to tobie town at 11am... it was rainin, but not too hard..off and on...ya know? Well, we went to the pep rally and got free bbq , cake, and cokes. Then we marched to the field and took band pictures. Then the band started to do pre-game. While they were playing it started to rain. After the performance everyone got under the bleachers and it still got us wet so we went to the Convention Center on campus and then finally were dismissed to go home. I came home and then &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; came home from work.....then we went to the movies and watched The Grudge. I don't like that movie, but Jme was so sweet enough that he didn't pick on me too much last night while we were asleep. I love him so much. He is gonna be home every night this week. YAY! I can't wait to fall asleep in his arms each and every night! I love him so much. Oh! 1 week out of the way towards getting my puppy! Only an estimated 1 more week till I get him(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;Stitch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273430951224278?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273430951224278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273430951224278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273430951224278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273430951224278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/lalala.html' title='LALALA'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273419784233898</id><published>2004-10-18T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:23:17.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterm Grades</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Here are my midterm grades for Fall 2004. I am very happy that they are this good considering the difficulty of the classes:&lt;br /&gt;Music Appreciation-B&lt;br /&gt;Psychology II- C&lt;br /&gt;English Literature II- D&lt;br /&gt;Computer Concepts- A&lt;br /&gt;Marriage &amp;amp; Family- A&lt;br /&gt;Spanish II- C&lt;br /&gt;Northwest Ranger Band III- A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273419784233898?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273419784233898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273419784233898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273419784233898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273419784233898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/midterm-grades.html' title='Midterm Grades'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273414930863164</id><published>2004-10-18T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:22:29.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend &amp; Football Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I went to the Olive Brance vs Horn Lake game. It was sorda our first date last year together. He graduated from OB and I graduated for HL...well, OB kicked HL's ass. Anyway, Saturday, Ole Miss(my team) and the TN Vols(Jme's Team) played each other for the first time in forever and Tn won...I was hoping they wouldn't. Ole Miss did hold them off for a while. Anyway, Sunday was mine and Jme's 1 YR Anniversary and we spent the whole day together...mainly snuggling and holding each other in our arms as we slept. Today, I went to class, but missed Music b/c I left too late. Went to Psych II and took a test. I don't feel good about that test. Well, around 3:30 Jme and I went to a town north of Covington Tn and put a down payment on my anniversary present. It's a male, white, teacup pomeranian. I won't be able to get him until he is weined(did not spell that right) which will be about two weeks. The breeder said she won't let him go until she is sure he'll be okay. But anyway, it made me so happy to see him and hold him. he is so small. His mom died so the breeder is having to bottle feed him and his brother and 2 sis's. They are adorable. I think Jme could actually see how much I loved him. he wouldn't stop staring at me and everytime I held him out he shook so I pulled him close to my chest and he stopped. I already love him. We decided to name him Stitch. jme was joking when he suggested it but I like it. LOL. I love Jme so much..he's also reading this as I type it...lol. Awww, he's smiling. Anyway, I loved the look on his face when I asked him if he wanted to hold Stitch. Hmmmm. Pics of Stitch will be on my profile as soon as I get him and am able to take pix of him. I'll tell everyone of that time on this journal when I get him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273414930863164?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273414930863164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273414930863164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273414930863164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273414930863164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-weekend-football-games.html' title='My Weekend &amp; Football Games'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273402526037008</id><published>2004-10-14T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:20:25.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Someone I Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said some things in a couple of emails to a particular person. I think God is trying to tell me that I won't be happy in my future if I don't reconcile because something will always be missing. I think that person reads this journal because that person would not otherwise know that I lived with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. I said things in those emails and they are true. I know that they hurt when I said them and I said them out of hate. I do need youin my life. I don't know why, but I do. You were not just a sperm donor and I do have some good memories with you. It's just that when I got all upset over my car and the fact that you never call. I didnt even get a call for my birthday and I made sure you had my number. You never did come to anything of mine except graduation and I really haven't felt like I should when I am around you and your wife...it just bothered me. And then I see other people dad's around them..and doing things with them and the stress of my car and school and things just...well, i needed a place to vent and you didn't help me. I guess that this is my way of saying I am sorry. And that maybe we do need to talk about my feelings toward you. You just make me feel like I am not your daughter and it hurts. It really does.&lt;br /&gt;And if Nikki reads this:&lt;br /&gt;I only said those things to him to hurt him because I was hurt by him. I did not mean to hurt you at all. I love you. You are a great sister and I don't think low of you at all. I love you so much. I love Addie, Trevor, and Raven. Even though I have only seen a picture of her. She is adorable. I do not think less of you. I respect you. I said those things to hurt him to try and get him to help me...which I knew he wouldn't. I am sorry that I hurt you. I really am. I never meant to hurt you. I love you so much. Please find it in your heart to forgive me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273402526037008?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273402526037008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273402526037008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273402526037008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273402526037008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-someone-i-hurt.html' title='To Someone I Hurt'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273390586845211</id><published>2004-10-13T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:18:25.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jme's Present #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s other present came in. I got him a transformer..optimus prime..the firetruck one..that cameout in 2001 and was hard to find on ebay still in the box. i gave it to him yesterday and he loved it..well maybe not love but like. We had a good night and also got the movies: Day after tommorrow and Raising Helen. We went to bed. I fell asleep with Jme's arm around me.I felt so protected. I love him so much. I barely woke up as he left for work this morning. Then he couldnt find his keys and got upset so I woke up to help him find them. Then around 9:30 am he called and I didnt want him to get mad at me for being in bed and skipping class b/c i woke up late so i told him that i was driving to school. well, he came by the house and saw me in bed asleep and i tried ot get out of that. So we fought and then he went ot work. He called and yelled and we fought..sorda..i didn't say much. Then he said how did he know that i wasn't waiting on some guy to come over..and things like that and i kept hangin up on him. well, i apologized and watched raising helen and then took &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/716"&gt;Neo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for a walk. I decided to stop by the firehouse and i did. he was asleep but one of the guyz went and woke him up. it was awkward. wonder if he'll call 2-night. i'd never cheat on him and i love him somuch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273390586845211?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273390586845211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273390586845211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273390586845211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273390586845211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/jmes-present-2.html' title='Jme&apos;s Present #2'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273377079774391</id><published>2004-10-11T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:16:10.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniv Present From Jme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I found out that I won't be getting my anniversary present from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;until around Halloweeen and it doesn't bother me for one reason....it won't be ready until then...Guess what he is getting me? A pomeranian puppy...male I think...all white...and from what i guess a miniature one...YAY! Now we have a puppy of our own. I love him so much. I hope his present comes in tommorrow. I guess I will give it to him early since I won't be getting mine on our anniversary b/c it won't be weened yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273377079774391?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273377079774391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273377079774391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273377079774391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273377079774391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/aniv-present-from-jme.html' title='Aniv Present From Jme'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273370526549430</id><published>2004-10-11T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:15:05.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, Thursday night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; came to the football game to see me perform...He stayed till I had to be back in the stands and then left. NWCC won the game. YAY! I went to the Eudora BBQ with him Friday night. Even though it was wet and not that many people showed up we had a blast with the other firemen and stuff. Great BBQ too. Anyway, I also got one of his anniversary presents in. It was Maverick on DVD...don't worry he know's about it. I gave it to him Saturday since he already knew about it. He doesn't know about the second one though so I won't tell on here until after he gets it. I hope it comes in today. I got off work yesterday at 3pm. YAY! I came home and Jme, MS Jan, David, Lee, Hailey, Karen, and Mark had gone to see Ladder 49 so I waited for them to come home. Jme and I went to see Angies new house and talked to her. Then we came home, ate, and went to bed. I love Jme so much. Just think in 6 days we'll be together 1 yr. YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273370526549430?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273370526549430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273370526549430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273370526549430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273370526549430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-band.html' title='No Band'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273364140889880</id><published>2004-10-06T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:14:01.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, today at school I got hit on by guys at least 3 times with them offering to walk me to my car or accompany me to the bookstore and I had neva met them b4. LOL! Anyway, I have a paper due Fri that I'll work on tommorrow and I have a game tommorrow night. I think &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;Bruce &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is mad at me cuz I only work 5 hrs this week....it sux too. I got &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; his present for our anniversary..I just hope they come in in time. He paid for my car insurance this month. HOW SWEET! I also got Aladdin on DVD Special Collectors edition with book, art, and piece of the film. Classes are okay except English I hate that class. Today I visited mom and turns out Tony told my sisters what I said about them and they're mad at me. Made me feel al ittle bad. Goodman Rd was blocked today. Tragedy really, happened at 6pm and still blocked off.News said it'll be a couple of more hrs b4 its unblocked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273364140889880?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273364140889880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273364140889880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273364140889880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273364140889880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273344006348282</id><published>2004-10-04T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:11:05.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies!!1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, things are goin good driving the eclipse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; gave me...pix are in my profile along withthe upgrades he did to it and the pictures of his SEXY new car....anyway, we went to see Ladder 49 last night. Made us cry...I even cried all the way home...even when Jme started playing our song...I don't want him to die in a fire...I don't want to lose him .I love him soooo much. I'm tryin to get off this Fri night so I can goto the Eudora FD BBQ and hear Jme sing at karaoke. I hope I spelled that right. Anyway, there was no band today and Jme is at hlfd and I'm bored. I should clean things though. Anyway, I recommend Laddre 49 highly. I came home and went to sleep... I think Jme was a little dissappointed I fell asleep so fast. I was just upset. Anyway, he decided not to go to Eudora duty crew but once a month. that way we'll spend time together. I love him sooo much. our 1 yr anniversary is comin up and I don't have any money to get him something. I have to pay my old phone bill which is $235 and I have to pay my new cell phone bill which is $100 along with my $100 insurance I owe Jme for paying. I don't know what to do and I really want to get him something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help your country....Hugg a Fireman.&lt;br /&gt;I hugg mine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273344006348282?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273344006348282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273344006348282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273344006348282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273344006348282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/movies1.html' title='Movies!!1'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273315627146336</id><published>2004-10-02T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:06:31.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitch Shift !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I went to band early b/c we had to be there at 10am. I got down there at 9:30 am and realized i left my shoes at home. So I headed home. On the way my transmission started to f up again. So I parked it at the house and got into the car &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gave me. The only prob is that it is a stick shift and I barely know how to drive one and have never driven one in traffic b/4. I made it down to Senatobia on the interstate really good. Nothing bad happened and it went smoothly too. I did my job at the band competition and headed home. i made it safely. Now I just gotta go to work tommorrow morning. YAY! &lt;---not really...I don't find a yay in work anymore. I gotta drive on goodman too. Anyway, Jme and I are goin to the movies tommorrow night so YAY to that...lol... I am in a good mood. Jme and I also decided that we would permanently switch sides of the bed b/c i sleep better on his side and he sleeps better on my side. I love him sooooooo much. Our 1 yr anniversary is in 2 weeks and 1 day...I can't wait. I have bills to pay this month...More than usual...so I don't know if I'll be able to get him anything. I still remember that day..I was so happy and so was he..it was great. Our 1yr anniversary of our first date is on that same day..I think..our 1st date was the Olive Branch vs Horn Lake game and that game is the 15th of Oct...we'll be there for that no doubt...It's ob's homecoming though. so HL might lose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Original Comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lol.....thought that'd get ya attention..I know HL'll lose..but hey, I thought that last year too.Comment from &lt;a href="http://memberdirectory.aol.com/aolus/badge?sn=dragonrose637"&gt;dragonrose637&lt;/a&gt; - 10/4/04 5:44 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might???? no no no no no.....they ARE gonna kill HL...lolComment from &lt;a href="http://memberdirectory.aol.com/aolus/badge?sn=totaleclipse637"&gt;totaleclipse637&lt;/a&gt; - 10/4/04 12:32 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273315627146336?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273315627146336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273315627146336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273315627146336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273315627146336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/stitch-shift.html' title='Stitch Shift !!!!'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273305869084166</id><published>2004-10-01T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:04:18.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Game Makes Us 5-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, yesterday was a home game. We won 34-6. LOL! I had a bad day though. There is a really steep hill and while the band was getting ready to warm up we were having to get the marumbas and stuff down the hill. I was at the bottom guiding the marumba and Hoova was at the top letting it down slowly. The colorguard wouldn't get out of our way so we had to dodge them and when we did Hoova got cought off guard and I slipped and fell and the marumba landed on my leg. Then the guys thought they should help us and got it off me. My leg hurt the whole night and the interstate was busy so I couldn't put the car in cruise control and it hurt pressing the gas the whole way home. Then when I was in the right left turning lane to get onto church rd. this dumb ass biotch from Louisiana thought she'd change lanes in the middle of the lane and almost hit me if I wouldn't have completely stopped my car. When I stopped it it was int he middle of the intersection and the light had turned red. That sucked so I caught up with her and flipped her off as I passed her. Biotch! Anyway, I came home and snuggled with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. He even had dinner ready for me when I got home...how sweet. I love him to death. My leg kept hurting so he took some of it away. Then he let me sleep on his side of the bed b/c it is cushioned more than my side b/c of support so that my leg would be cushioned. It doesn't hurt too much today..I hope he isnt' in pain b/c of it. We snuggled all night. I love him so much. Spike also slept with us. She loves Jme so much...I'm glad he's her dad. lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273305869084166?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273305869084166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273305869084166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273305869084166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273305869084166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/10/football-game-makes-us-5-0.html' title='Football Game Makes Us 5-0'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273292531946951</id><published>2004-09-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:12:31.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Rough Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and I spent almost the whole day together. It was fun too.. we even took a nap together which was great. He was so sweet. Then we ate dinner...Karen cooked Chicken Fingers...and then he decided that he wanted to go to Eudora Duty Crew tonight. Hmmm...let's see why I got upset about that.... Well, we were supposed to clean together tonight...I cleaned it by myself after he left....he is goin to Eudora tommorrow and even though he'll be home b4 I will b/c of the football game I wanted him to go to the game... Guess that doesn't matter...maybe he'll make a later one...I was hoping to spend an actual night with him cuz of the game tommorow, me likely working Fri night..him working at hlfd sat and my contest sat. I don't like being alone even though Ms. Jan is here. I want him here and I still see no point in Eudora...ITS VOLUNTEER. So lets see why Jme and I don't get to spend a lot of time together 1) He has 2 jobs to support us 2) I have a job and college...3) Eudora...a f'n volunteer department. Hmmmm..... i don't like eudora and I won't eva like eudora. and then tonight the attic fan wouldn't go off and it could'a caught the house on fire and Ms. Jan couldn't get Karen so she called Jme and he was at walls..not eudora...so I called and asked why he was at walls and he called and got all pissy. I was just FUCKING curious cuz he never said anything about walls...He didn't have to get pissy so that ruined my night even more..but you know what? Ms. Jan says this is part of being a fireman's wife...hmmmm....not what I planned. And she said at least i wasn't her b/c of tom coming in from work after 2 wks of being away and then goin out to hang with danny and then goin back to work...well, no matter how much I'd love my husband if I was her..I would NOT be in that marriage. I need attention..I need love...I need someone home and NOT gone for 2 wks at a time...F that. She might like being alone..but I DON'T...NOT ONE DAMN BIT! and I"LL BE DAMNED IF I GET INTO A MARRIAGE LIKE THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273292531946951?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273292531946951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273292531946951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273292531946951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273292531946951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/09/our-rough-night.html' title='Our Rough Night'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273280253063212</id><published>2004-09-27T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:00:24.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Well, I've been learning to drive a stick shift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; is givin me his car and he got a new one. To see it you could prolly check his profile in a week or two. Hell, there might be one on it now....Jme stopped talking to gin, i think...i was curious and he'll kill me for it, but he checks mine sometimes, so i checked his mail and saw his email tellin her he wouldn't talk to her anymore and i saw her reply but then i noticed the sent messages stopped last week and i can't imagine him not sending emails so i signed onto his actual aol account and saw that he turned off the option to save sent messages...now I just wanna know why he did it....It sorda ticks me off. Anyway, I have class tommorrow and I don't wanna go...I wanna spend time with Jme. I love him so much. Amanda's house was set on fire today and they can't live there. Ryan is a suspect so Amanda is staying a couple of nights with Jme and I. I don't know if she'll like it and I don't know if Jme'll like it. I sorda hope that it was Ryan...that'll be funny with their divorce goin on even though she still loves him. Well, even if its late, I'll still get to spend time with Jme tommorrow. Then Wednesday he has duty crew. I don't know if he's goin. then he is goin to Eudora Thurs night for training till nine. I have a home game and I was hoping he'd get to come but he said not to be dissappointed if he didn't. Then I prolly work Fri night so I won't get to see much of him then and he works at HLFD Sat and I have competition, then I prolly work Sun...I just won't get to see him much this week and it hurts. I don't like it and I don't like crying like I am now....I don't even know why I am crying....Maybe its because Next weekend Eudora is having their bbq on fri and sat and he said he's goin to both of them and I won't get to go with him...I don't like that bbq...bad time last year. I don't like Eudora..I hate it and I hate he's in it. I wish he'd turn in his resignation...he said he would after december...it takes away time from us...I hate it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273280253063212?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273280253063212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273280253063212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273280253063212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273280253063212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/09/hrmmmmm.html' title='Hrmmmmm'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273048397617519</id><published>2004-09-20T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:56:01.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, yesterday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I got into a fight. I don't know if I wrote about this past fight in a previous entry about him being up at 3am online talking to Gin..his ex...and now his friend. Well, she saw me in a chat Saturday and asked if my name was felicia and I said "none ya" meaning none of your business and she told Jme. He picked me up from work yesterday and yelled at me all the way home for being rude to his friends. Well, when we got home I got dressed and started walking to mom's so I could talk to her and he took my cell phone and my ring back...Mom wasn't home so I went to Karen's. She tried to calm me down. Jme eventually came over there and Karen acted as the shrink and she even started crying to see us fight like that. Then she asked what he could do so I would trust him more and I told her I didn't have the right to ask for one..well she made me say it..There were two things 1) Stop Yelling &amp;amp; control your temper better...2) Give up Gin... So he deleted her number and said okay. I feel bad because I know he'll hate me in the future for it if he doesn't now. It'll come up..I know it will. Well, he went back home and Karen adn I followed. She was cooking us burgers. There weren't any buns so Jme and Ms. Jan went to the store in Karen's car. While there the ignition switch went out. Karen went up there and Jme walked home. They called a tow truck but he didn't get it towed till 9pm that night. Jme came home after walking and went out back and almost broke his punching bag. He didn't think him and Mark would be able to make it to the wrestling match at the Fedex Forum. Well, they did and us girls got the car towed, and ate,a nd watched homeon the range..I'm just afraid Jme is gonna hate me. I made him give up his friend. I am just threatened by her even if they are just friends and I sorda feel bad for making him do it...Well, he chose to do it, but he would've lost me if he didn't and he knew it. I love him so much. I just hope he loves me the same as he did the day we got together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Jme, I DO LOVE YOU..OKAY? PLEASE LOVE ME WITH ALL OF YOUR HEART LIKE YOU USED TO.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273048397617519?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273048397617519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273048397617519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273048397617519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273048397617519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/09/fighting.html' title='Fighting'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273038269553341</id><published>2004-09-19T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:55:10.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, my car is a piece of sh*t and I know it....since next yr I'll be commuting to Oxford I need a new one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is thinking about taking out a loan to buy himself a 2001 eclipse spider convertible and sell his car...buy me an eclipse...automatic...with a sunroof, put a body kit on mine and paint it...I want to paint it pink...he said okay.YAY! Then we'll sell my car and put it towards his loan..Jme's gettin me a car! I'm still a little uncertain on relying on him that much... I know I'm gonna marry him...even though we can't afford it and I'll probably never get an actual wedding if I decide to marry him and give up that dream. I don't know. But hey, I 'm gettin a newer car and so is he and that's great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273038269553341?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273038269553341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273038269553341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273038269553341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273038269553341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/09/cars.html' title='Cars!!!!!'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273031441254035</id><published>2004-09-16T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:54:38.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, Saturday I went to work... I was supposed to work 12-8 but I got off at 5 instead.....then I came home.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I played around online....Then I fell asleep assumming he was gonna get off and go to sleep since it was around 12am or 1am.. Then i woke up at 3:30am to him still on the computer and talking to one of his ex's. It ticked me off and we got into a fight...a really bad fight. I threatened to leave but he decided not to let me out the door. I think we went to sleep around 6 or 7am Sunday morning. I had to be at work Sunday. The hrs were 9am-5pm. I woke up at 9am and had Jme call &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;Bruce &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to tell him I was gonna be late cuz I was sick and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So I got to work around 9:10 am and Bruce let me go home at 10:25am. All he had me do was morning prep stuff. I got off right as the rest of the shift was coming on. Well, Jme and I made up Sunday right before I went to sleep that morning around 6 or 7am. I came home after work and we both slept till 5pm. I felt better after that. I enjoy spending time with Jme. He's great. OH!!! Amanda and Ryan were gonna try to save their marriage. Tuesday while Jme was at HLFD Amanda came over unexpected crying around 9pm. Ryan and her were over for good...so I tried to comfort her, but mom (ms. Jan) did a better job and got her to laugh. She stayed till around midnight and then went home. That day I had a test in my Marriage and Family class. Wednesday I made up the test I missed cuz of the football game in Computer Concepts and I did my speech/teaching class/leading class discussion thing. It went okay. Mr. Ungrait(band director) decided to have wind ensemble this yr again and I didn't want to be in it but he is tryn to make me be in it. Screw him. I am not even in Senatobia when he has scheduled it. I'm on my lunch break AT HOME. He said I'd have to get down there earlier then...I said uh...NO. Well, not to his face but I ain't gonna show up. What's the worst he can do..revolk my scholarship? NO. Any, Jme and I had fun Wednesday night. I love him so much. LOL. Anyways, today he's at HLFD...I'll talk to him later on. hehehe. I found out that I made a 92(A) on my Computer test and a 101(A) on my Marriage and Family test...YAY! I just hope the rest of the night goes okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273031441254035?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273031441254035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273031441254035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273031441254035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273031441254035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/09/great-news.html' title='Great News!!!'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273007873924062</id><published>2004-09-10T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:53:03.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Game #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I am a little sick today. I didn't go to school . . . I slept instead. Anyway, my week since monday... Tuesday I had night class and we had a test. I also worked that night. Wednesday i went to school...came home, and cooked dinner.aka fried porkchops..for dinner. Everyone seemed to like them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; took the leftovas to work with him Thursday. Thursday we were (band members) supposed to be dismissed from class at 11 to get ready for the game that was 5 hrs away. So I skipped my 9:30 class to sleep and got ready to be at band at 11. I had a test in Computer Concepts at 11 but I am excused. I gotta make it up though. My teacher hasn't called me back about it. So when I got on the interstate my car quit..the engine shut off. So I pulled it ova and it wouldn't start again. I called Jme who was at HLFD and he was too busy to pick up and I called &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. She came and got me and carried me to band and then waited for the tow truck. My car got fixed while I was on the band trip to the football game. It cost a total of $300 and I owe mom that now. We won the game 20-27. We got home around 3am and had to unload pit. We had to completely take everything apart to fit them under the bus and Hoova and Ana may didn't help that much and talked to their friends instead and it really got on my nerves. Mom and Danny were there to pick me up. My car is gonna cost arount $700-$1000 to finish getting it fixed, but it runs right now. I don't feel good today but I really wanna go see a movie with Jme. Maybe I should try to act like I feel better. I took some BC powder and I can feel it starting to get rid of my headache. I love him so much. I miss him a lot when we aren't together. I also feel bad that all this shit is happening now that I live with him. We have to save up money for a wedding and our wedding bands, and on top of that I need to get my car fixed or get another one. I feel like shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273007873924062?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273007873924062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273007873924062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273007873924062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273007873924062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/09/football-game-2.html' title='Football Game #2'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113273001955774263</id><published>2004-09-07T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:51:35.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huggz and Kizzez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, life has been goin on like usual. But I do have one thing to say.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always and Forever&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113273001955774263?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113273001955774263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113273001955774263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273001955774263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113273001955774263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/09/huggz-and-kizzez.html' title='Huggz and Kizzez'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272995486001118</id><published>2004-09-06T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:51:06.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Sux</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;Bruce &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; let me off early to go to the funeral today but I didn't get off in time. So I went to Petco and they won't get the fish/frog I want in until like Thursday..No school tommorrow. gotta work though. Yuck. i applied for anotherjob today...hopefully it'll work out. I've just been updatin my computer today. Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s at HLFD. His ex sent me an email and was trying to be all nice. yeah right. I don't believe anything that comes out of her mouth. Jme sent her an email back tellin her that that was nice...I don't care how nice she is pretending to be. She is the same as everything I have ever said about her and I won't take any of it back. Well I gonna sleep now. Jme'll be home in 6 and a half hrs. tata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272995486001118?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272995486001118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272995486001118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272995486001118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272995486001118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/09/work-sux.html' title='Work Sux'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272989582158494</id><published>2004-09-04T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:50:03.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Sux Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I went to work Friday and it sucked. I had to share drive-thru with a stupid black biatch that I hate. She cussed me out and shyt b/c she didn't want to serve a guy bread who was supposedly being mean to her while I was still a manager at work. Anyway, that didn't help with me actually having to converse with her. On top of that I asked her to take an order while I was busy making freezies for the order I had just taken and she didn't do it so I asked Jamie...another manager at work, to go get her and she did. The Jamie came bakc and yelled at me telling that I can take more than one order. I know I can but I was busy and I figured that since 2 people were on drive thru that that stupid biatch could take an order. Anyway, later on, JR was supposed to tell me when an order came up and he didn't and Jamie yelled at me about it. Well, that didn't go over too well with me and I wanna quit but I cant quit till I get another job. yuck... Anyway, I went to work this morning and it was better...John and Sophia were there..not Jamie. John let me off early so that I could get ready to go to my uncle Robert's viewing. So I came home and took a shower and now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s in the shower getting ready while I'm air drying and updating this. The viewing is at 5pm at the Munford Funeral Home. I have no clue except jeans as to what I'm gonna wear. Well, maybe when we get back in town we can stop at Petco and I can use my gift card. I have to open tommorrow morning and I don't wanna do that but if it's slow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;Bruce &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'ll let me off early. Jme is a HLFD tommorrow but I don't have school Monday and he doesn't work. I work at 6pm till close so I'll get to spend most of the day with him. YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272989582158494?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272989582158494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272989582158494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272989582158494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272989582158494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/09/work-sux-right-now.html' title='Work Sux Right Now'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272982591857519</id><published>2004-09-03T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:48:26.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Game 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; went on his four day starting Wednesday...he didn't work at NAPA either b/c he had a guy come and install direct tv into all 4 rooms of the house. I've been watching CMT ever since trying to see the video for Whiskey Lolliby. Anyway, that night Jme cooked dinner. We had pizza baked spiral noodles. It is a spiral noodle with cheddar cheese, meat sauce, mozzarella cheese and sliced of diced pepperoni. He cooked that for me the week we first started dating while I was sick and he took care of me. I said it sounded good Wednesday, he agreed, so he cooked. It was delicious. Well, Thursday was NWCC's first football game. We won 14-12. YAY! During the game though a stupid N in band started cussing at the team like "What the f?" and things like that and some of the trumpets were yelling out dumb a$$ AND THINGS LIKE THAT! Then the tubas had the nerve to lose their stand music and then blame pit for not making it when during practice that day they had their f*cking music. Anyway, about the N and the trumpets....if the wrong people heard we could all lose our scholarships. Anyways, I have to lead a class discussion in a couple of weeks in Psychology II. I can't wait. I have a class thing that can get the class involved. It's a secret right now though. I have to work tonight and I don't wanna. I have to work Sat-Mon too. Yuck. My uncle Robert died this morning around 6am. He was 87 yrs old and his body just shut down. I wish I could have been there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272982591857519?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272982591857519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272982591857519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272982591857519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272982591857519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/09/football-game-1.html' title='Football Game 1'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272960211386853</id><published>2004-08-31T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:47:14.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Since 8/24/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok let, me think...what has happened...Well, First off, the storm that came through the other day took out the phones so I haven't been online.. :( Well pit didn't play at all last week we just did flip folders and stuff. I didn't mind that either. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I have been doin great and Amanda is getting a divorce. That hurts her a lot... I think she signs the papers tommorrow. I closed Friday night. I didn't work Saturday..instead I went and spent $30 on new fish..2 angel fish, and 1 albino african frog.... then Jme came home and we went to see a Movie. We went to see Without a Paddle. It was funny from start to finish...gonna buy that one when it comes out. Sunday I opened and got off around 1 pm cuz it was slow. Jme was at HLFD so i went to spend time with him...nothing much happened for the rest of the day. Monday I went to school and pit didn't play that day either. Well, monday was yesterday...I came home for a minute after band to change...I had to work 6-11. One of my angel fishies were dead and when Jme got off work the other one was dead too. I gotta take them back..I want a refund. Anyway I went to class today after missing my first one due to alarm clock not goin off and sleeping too late. Other classes were okay. After band I issued uniforms to the band members then went to my night class(Spanish II) We got out and now I'm home and the phones are finally working...YAY! Jme's at HLFD..I really miss him. Last night when I got off at 11pm I came home and he had bought the dvd the girl next door. That way funny. Around 12am we went to Wal-mart and bought The Passion of the Christ Widescreen and Fullscreen and Lion King II: Simba's Pride...I gave the copy of the Passion of the Christ FullScreen to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; tonight and Jme and I kept the Widescreen version. Well, that's about it except that Fazolis has our new pizzas in and the Ranger Band has a peprally tommorrow after band and our first game is Thursday night. YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I Love Jme Forever and Ever....and we are planning our wedding...yay!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Future&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Felicia Walls&lt;br /&gt;(That sounded good)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272960211386853?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272960211386853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272960211386853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272960211386853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272960211386853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/life-since-82404.html' title='Life Since 8/24/04'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272953346473867</id><published>2004-08-24T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:45:38.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLLAA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, a lot has happened. Lets see....at 2am in the morning of my last entry &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; was making sure his alarm clock was set.....see I knew he wasn't cheating on me.....duh! Anyway, I went to his work right after I wrote that entry and somehow we decided that we were going to go to the Justice of the Peace THIS October 17th 2004 to get married, then save up all our extra money and have a traditional wedding July 2005. Well, that was all great and I really wanna do that and so does he. I called &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to tell her about it and her and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/715"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; are gonna be outta town Oct. 17th so she said to reschedule...that is mine and Jme's 1yr anniversary...reschedule?I don't think so....delay your trip 2 days maybe...Well, when I got home from HLFD, Amanda called me and Ryan had left her so I went to her house and found out what more of an a$$hole my brother-in-law really is...Amanda just wanted to spend quality time together and all he wanted to do was hang out with his friends. He has been that way since they got together but he told her that he didn't have to be sweet to her cuz all she was was his wife and good for cleaning and sex...WHAT AN A$$HOLE!! Well, he still hasn't come back....So I bought her a $65 school book that she needed to try and help her out. School for me has been goin ok...Jme is at Eudora right now..yay(not with enthusiasm) Anyway, I'm bored and a little sleepy....Oh, I got attacked by dog food cans last night. I was trying to get a Mountain Dew out of the pantry and all the dogfood cans came down on my feet and one cut my big toe on the joint. Its doin better now....this week in band all we did(pit) (the rest of the band played and marched)hehehe...anyway, all we did was organize hats, and uniforms. Tommorrow we might have to play. But mom called tonight and her and Danny don't want to go to two weddings and she was trying to talk me into havin a small country little church wedding in Oct. Well, no... but then I thought about it and talked to Ms. Jan and she said that if Jme and I got married in Oct. in front of the Justice of the Peace then it is more than likely that I'll never get a real traditional wedding..EVER!!! So, without talking to Jme I have decided that we ARE NOT getting married till we can afford MY DREAM traditional wedding...Screw mom..she can wait on her "sinfulf" daughter getting married and I guess Jme and I'll have to wait too...but I'm getting a dress, and flowers, and groomsmen, bridesmaids, maid of honor, flower girl, ring bearer, cake and all of that or I AIN'T getting married.So there that is and IF I don't get married by Oct 2005....I'm gonna decide on if I should get married to Jme or not, cuz that is too long to wait without getting married. I don't know...I'm really frustrated and these tears in my f*cking eyes aren't helping right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272953346473867?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272953346473867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272953346473867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272953346473867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272953346473867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/hollaa.html' title='HOLLAA!!!'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272945445056207</id><published>2004-08-22T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:44:00.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup...again..sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, Friday I had to work till midnight. I had to close... :( Anyways, I was off Saturday. I woke up around noon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; called in sick so we could spend the day together. YAY! Then while he took a shower I went to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s to pick up some things I left over there. We went to Wendy's to eat. Then I came back and Jme and I went to a car show held at the Civic Center around 2pm. Seeing that the other cars his would have been up against sucked he entered his car. Then when it came time for registering and judging it was time for us to leave so we had to leave b4 we could see if we won anything. I know he would have at least placed. While we were there we both entered to win a car. I need it more than he does but he says if we win he'll get the new car and I can have his left over eclipse...wow...what a gentleman..considering I'll be driving back and forth to Oxford next yr every day. Plus...I wouldn't race it...that shyt doesn't interest me. Anyway, we came home and took a nap and then woke up around 5:40. Jme and his family were going to see Ron White. I couldn't go cuz I wasn't 21. I babysat Hailey and got paid $40. Jme didn't even say bye or anything to me when he left and when he came back 4 hrs later with the rest of the family all he did was show me a tshirt, give me a kiss, and go get online for hte rest of the night. It didn't start to upset me that much until all he could talk about online last night was a dumb skanky bitch he used to date and when I tried talking to him, it was like he didn't hear me. So we finally went to bed around midnight and I wake up around 2am to him doing something with his phone. You know what? He prolly isn't cheating on me..actually I know he isn't, But it would be nice if he lost ALL contact with every girl he has ever dated, fucked, or who has wanted to date or fuck him. I am a very jealous person and when I got my new phone that he bought me I didn't put any of my exs numbers in there. They won't get my new number thus not being able to ever contact me again..I dropped all ties. It just bothers me that he will talk to his exs or about his exs online or on the phone. I don't care if they're just friends. There was something there b4..he's mine now...GO AWAY FOREVER BIATCHES!!! GET THE POINT!!! Anyway, I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night and he didn't even bother snugglin with me at all last night. So I set my alarm last night but I guess I turned it off while I was asleep and I woke up at 8:53 this morning and had to be at work at 9am. I called Bruce and told him I'd be late. Well, it was slow today so he let me off around 1pm. I called Jme to talk but he was asleep. I think I'll take a nap even though I have a bunch of shyt to do today.Oh b4 I forget, I got my Beauty and the Beast DVD in Saturday. Now I'm just waiting on Fried Green Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Original Comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I havent seen it, but it still hasn't come in and its been over 2 weeks and the person won't contact me back. It really starting to tick me off.Comment from &lt;a href="http://memberdirectory.aol.com/aolus/badge?sn=dragonrose637"&gt;dragonrose637&lt;/a&gt; - 9/3/04 3:08 PM&lt;br /&gt;i love fried green tomatoes.its such a wonderful movie.CeciComment from &lt;a href="http://memberdirectory.aol.com/aolus/badge?sn=hopelesslybeing"&gt;hopelesslybeing&lt;/a&gt; - 8/29/04 7:37 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272945445056207?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272945445056207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272945445056207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272945445056207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272945445056207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/ketchupagainsorry.html' title='Ketchup...again..sorry'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272932577252406</id><published>2004-08-18T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:02:05.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Well, I have a lot of gaps inbetween classes and I don't like that that much... :( Anyway, Monday was okay, I came home and Jme was home and he played Metal Gear Solid II and PS2 all night. Then last night we got into a really bad fight and I feel to blame for it. We are trying to work through it right now. Today, I woke up and one of my salt water in a fresh water tank fishies died. So I went to school and when I came home the other one was swimmin sideways so now he is prolly dead too. I didn't know that they were saltwater and I couldn't have saved their lives anyway....its depressin though. So now I gotta clean out their tank and go get new fish after I give them a proper burial. Jme is at HLFD today and NAPA tommorrow morning. I still need to find out when I work next and get my paycheck. I'll do that tommorrow. Jme and I are also goin school supply shoppin and getting me a new camera flip phone tommorrow thru sprint...on his service...i'll pay the difference for my part.. Then we are goin to the parade in Hernando to see our friends off to war..:( I'm gonna miss Ben, Chris, Tommy,Jamaal, and Courtland. Anyway, I have no computer Concept class tommorrow. YAY! And I don't really feel like goin to band. Oh. b4 I forget, yesterday Jme got me the 3 Muskateers on DVD starring Goofy, Donald, and Mickey. I also won Dumbo on DVD off ebay. YAY! I can't wait till I start gettin my DVDS in from ebay. Well, that is all, i guess. ttul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272932577252406?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272932577252406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272932577252406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272932577252406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272932577252406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-week-thus-far.html' title='My Week Thus Far'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272924776860031</id><published>2004-08-18T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:00:47.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of School Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loopy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Well, classes started Monday and they are okay. My schedule is thus&lt;br /&gt;NWCC Ranger Band III 3:30-5 M-TH&lt;br /&gt;Music Appreciation 10-10:50 MWF&lt;br /&gt;Psychology II 11-11:50 MWF&lt;br /&gt;English Literature II 9:30-10:45 TTH&lt;br /&gt;Into to Computer Concepts 11-12:15 TTH&lt;br /&gt;Marriage and Family 12:30-1:45 TTH&lt;br /&gt;Spanish II 6:30-9:15&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now let me talk about the teachers:&lt;br /&gt;My Music App teacher is okay but even though I've been in band for the past 8 yrs, the class is gonna be hard even for me.&lt;br /&gt;My Psychology II teacher is funny. Even though he told me that we have to teach a class...mine to teach is on White Bears and other Unwanted Thoughts and it is to be tought in September.&lt;br /&gt;My English Lit II teacher seems like she is gonna be semi hard. I don't like English classes anyway, and I've heard mixed reviews on her.&lt;br /&gt;My Computer Concepts class teach requires a lot out of us on outside work. Seems a little hard but I've been told that the advanced computer classes is HS were harder than this one. Should be a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;My Marriage and Family class teacher is hilarious. This class is gonna be amusing.&lt;br /&gt;My Spanish II class teacher I had for Spanish I. I know what he expects..lol.&lt;br /&gt;My Ranger Band III teacher is the same one I had for Ranger Band I and II...duh, its band. He's cool. I'm in pit this year..yay!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all on classes. Next entry will be about my week....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272924776860031?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272924776860031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272924776860031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272924776860031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272924776860031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-week-of-school-thus-far.html' title='First Week of School Thus Far'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272917193431872</id><published>2004-08-15T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:41:35.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Band Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, Band camp ended Friday. YAY! We learned the whole first half time show. Now we have pregame and the 2nd half time show. Anyway, school starts monday. I can't wait to see if I'm gonna like my teachers. I just don't want to have to push that marumba all the way down to the field and back up during band at 3pm. Anyway, yesterday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; got off work at 5:30. Around 7am I went to Mom's to help her with a yard sale. We made almost $30. Then we went and ate at Zaxby's (by her choice, not mine). It was okay. I've definatley had better. Service sorda sucked. Anyway, then we went to the mall. I spent ova $100 at Wet Seal. Then I bought a game from Spencers around $30. It send electricity through your hand. Then I bought a book called Psychology for Dummies.LOL. Then, we went to Goldsmiths and I got &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; some clothes even though she insisted I not buy her anything. Well, I had $400 or more n the bank that morning and I am down to $200 something. Anyway, I enjoyed the time I spent with mom so it was worth it. But one thing funny did happen. Well, two actually. One is that every time I went threw the door at Goldsmiths their alarm kept goin off and that was before I even shopped in there. Then I went threw it again and it didn't go off.So we shopped in the rest of the mall. None of the other alarms went off. Then we went to go shoppin in Goldsmiths and it did it again. LOL. The second funny thing at the mall was when we were at Spencers and mom played that electricity game with me. She lost and screamed shit really loud in the middle of the store. That was hilarious. Then I came home and Jme and I went to a FD Party. I drank 2 1/2 Long Island Ice Teas and kept on stealing Jme's. LOL! I passed out by the end of the night. So finally when the party was ova and everyone was drunk Jme and I came home. I passed out in the bed and he was still drinkin. He drank 2 more LIITs and then i woke up to him wantin some. About Half way through I asked what movie were we watching. I was still drunk. LOL! It was that good that I thought it was a movie. He just laughed and said HUn this isn't a movie. We laughed about that this morning when we woke up. Now he is going to go get his paycheck. Oh. I also won/bought on Ebay two dvd's. Beauty and the Beast and Fried Green Tomatoes. I am also currently bidding of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and Dumbo on Dvd. Hope I win. I'll know in 6 hrs on dumbo and in 12 hrs on snow white.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272917193431872?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272917193431872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272917193431872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272917193431872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272917193431872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/end-of-band-camp.html' title='End of Band Camp'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272902110328431</id><published>2004-08-12T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:40:05.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Camp Day 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, the past two days of band camp have sorda been the same. The band learned to play and semimarch the whole 1st and 2nd songs of the first halftime show. Yesterday, Tuesday, the band got out around 8:30pm b/c a bunch of them were going to see a movie together. I didn't go. I went home instead. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; left Eudora early to meet me at the house so we could spend time together. God, I love him. Anyway, today was the same ole same ole except instead of me playing the xylaphone, I am playing the marumba using the xylaphone music.LOL. I completely registered yesterday. Didn't cost a dime. Then I got my books during dinner break tonight. Jme is at HLFD. I won't get to see him till he wakes me up in the morning b4 he goes to work so I can head down to senatobia to go to Band Camp. Friday we get out at noon but Jme works at HLFD Friday so I don't really get to see him till Saturday night b/c of my band, and his NAPA, and HLFD. I can't wait for these next 2 days to be over.I miss him so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272902110328431?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272902110328431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272902110328431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272902110328431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272902110328431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/band-camp-day-3-4.html' title='Band Camp Day 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272897516494298</id><published>2004-08-09T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:39:29.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Camp Day 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, yesterday band camp started at 5pm. I thought it started at 2pm so I got there 3 hrs early. I went to Burger King to grab some dinner when I realized that. Then practice started. We all marched fundamentals and stuff. I was on clarinet even though he said I was supposed to be in pit. For people who don't know....pit is a front ensemble also known as vibraphones, marumbas, xylaphones....gongs, things like that...for the not so acquanted with those words type of people...the key boards. LOL! Anyway, we marched and then we went inside to practice stand tunes...those short songs bands play in the stands at football games. Anyway, at 10pm we had some games to get aquanted with everyone. Then I took the 30 min drive back home around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to be at band at 8 am so I woke up around 6:30 and left around 7am. YAY! We marced for a while outside.. I didn't I was in pit. We just sat around. Then around 11 am we went to lunch. When we came back we played music in the auditorium so I had to actually learn part of my part. I did it too. YAY! Anyway, after that we went to dinner and came back around 7pm and marched. Well, again I didn't. But I did have to play the xylaphone at the field. YAY! Then we got dismissed to go swimming for the night but I decided to come home. I'm sleepy. Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is going to Eudora tommorrow night but he said call when I head home and he will head home too so we can see each other. I love him so much. Anyway, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/716"&gt;Neo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; got to go to the Vets this morning. Ms. Jan took him. He got fixed. She is gonna pick him up in the morning.I hope he's okay. He should be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272897516494298?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272897516494298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272897516494298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272897516494298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272897516494298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/band-camp-day-1-2.html' title='Band Camp Day 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272890762209453</id><published>2004-08-06T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:55:07.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Well, I woke up and took my statistics test at 8 this morning. I made a 63(D) on it which makes my grades as follows:&lt;br /&gt;88, 68, 62, 48, 63. The 48 is a drop grade(meaning it doesn't count) so my average for Statistics is a 70(C). YAY! You don't know how happy I am to get that.&lt;br /&gt;At 10:15 I took my Biology 2 Final. I made a 82(B) on it which makes my final average a 83(B).&lt;br /&gt;So for my July 2004 Summer School Session I have made an A, B, and a C. YAY! And for my June 2004 Summer School Session I made an A. Which brings me to a total for my Whole 2004 Summer School Session of 2As, 1B, and 1C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272890762209453?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272890762209453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272890762209453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272890762209453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272890762209453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272885397222898</id><published>2004-08-06T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:38:14.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, yesterday I went to Statistics and got what I needed for the final today. Then I came home and slept till around 12:30. Bio Lab was at 1. I took my final in that class and my average for Bio 2 Lab is a 92(A). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; got off work around 5:30 and came home while I was finishing my 3x5 notecard for Bio 2 Final. Then we went to Beale Street to see Big and Rich. We sat our chairs down and about 15 min before the concert started people were still comin in and they stood right in front of where we were sitting. Jme was starting to get pissed off so we decided that the concert wasn't worth staying at cuz he might wind up getting arrested so we left. We took a horse drawn carriage around down town for a while. That was really romantic. Just me and Jme sittin in the back snuggling and talking. It was great. Then we went to eat at Jillians and I kept playing with him while feeding him the steak I couldnt finish eating. Do you remember when your mom or dad would try to get you to eat by doing a plane noise and making the food land in your mouth. That's what I was doing. Except I did Santa, a suicidal Flea, a plane, a car, a bike, a horse....it made us laugh. It was actually pretty amusing. I think I embarassed him a little which was funny. I love it when he blushes.. Anyway, we went to the Muvico theater and watched I, Robot. That was cool. Then we came home around 1am and went to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272885397222898?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272885397222898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272885397222898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272885397222898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272885397222898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272877424010513</id><published>2004-08-04T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:37:30.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, yesterday I got outta class around 2. In Bio 2 Lab we dissected a frog, grasshopper, and a crawfish. Yuck! Anyway, I had a test in statistics AGAIN and found out I made a 62(D) on it. Karen is gonna help me tonight for the Final on Friday. Tommorrow I have a Final in Bio 2 Lab and Friday I also have my Bio 2 Final. I just don't really get statistics and probablilitites. Hell, I think I even misspelled that. LOL! Anyway, yesterday I went ova to Karen's house and did what I could to help get David's room put together. We had to put the bunk beds in and move his leapord gecko and turtle, Hailey's leapord gecko, Stacy and Angie's snake, and my bearded dragon into his room. LALALA. Fun fun. Anyway, we went to eat at Cracker Barrel around 4 and I had to be at work at 5. Talk about rushing it. Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; got off around 5:30 from NAPA and came up to my work around 7:30 to eat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;Bruce &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(the owner of Fazolis) asked if I wanted to leave early so I said yes, and Jme finished eating, and we left. Then we came home and watched Hidalgo. I love that movie. We saw it in theaters so it didn't hurt us too much when we stopped it midway to go to bed. He had to be up early for work, and I was just tired. I have been exhausting myself lately. Well, I got an email today from someone who I though hated me even though she didn't know me. I don't know what to reply back. She is Jme's cousin and a certain unnamed person's friend. I was thankful for the email, but it sorda shocked me. I honestly still don't know what to say back. I'm not good at these types of things. Anyway, I have to go to Petco tonight. I have to make my fish tank salt water and need the kit. We also need dog food. Oh BTW... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/716"&gt;Neo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is getting fixed Monday. And Band Camp starts Sunday, So I gotta write in a notebook journal and when its over I'll type everything out in this one. I just gotta remember to do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272877424010513?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272877424010513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272877424010513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272877424010513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272877424010513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/cleanin.html' title='Cleanin'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272872854931327</id><published>2004-08-02T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:35:40.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaLaLaLa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; came home yesterday and got into bed with me. We slept till around noon and then woke up , got dressed, and went to get something to eat. We went to Magnolia's Restaurant. It was the 2nd time I'd eva been there. The first time was 10 months ago. Anyway, we came home and watched movies. I was fixin to get ready for work around 4:30 when &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/712"&gt;Bruce &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; called and said I could have the night off cuz they didnt need me. But they needed me Monday Morning instead of night. So I said okay and Jme and I played DDRMAX2 until 10ish after watching more movies. And after we played DDRMAX2 we watched another movie. Or part of one till we fell asleep. I went to class this morning. Jme is at HLFD today. I found out I made an F on my statistics test and I took another Bio 2 test today and made a 82(B) on it. YAY! Darn about the F in statistics though. Anyway, I went to work around noon and now I'm home chillin, or as I'd say to Jme....jellin. Ms. Jan isn't home yet and I don't know were she is. HRMMMM. Anyway,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/717"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is curled up in my lap purrrrrring and looking up at me with her big gold eyes. I don't have much to say. I'll prolly write more tonight if anything happens between now and then that's worth writing about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272872854931327?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272872854931327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272872854931327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272872854931327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272872854931327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/lalalala.html' title='LaLaLaLa'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272863081731305</id><published>2004-08-01T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:50:30.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory of Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/iluvjme4eva/pets009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July 29, 1985-July 30, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;Footprints in the Sand&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that I had died. The Lord and I walked side by side, leaving two sets of footprints in the sand. Ahead in the distance, I could see the pearly gate of heaven. I took one last glance behind me, wanting to remember all the footsteps I had taken through life. Behing me, over the smooth and easy paths of my life's journey, there were two sets of footprints in the sand. But where the road was steep and difficult to travel, there appeared only one st of footprints. I asked the Lord this question:"Lord, I believed that you would walk by my side through my life, during easy times and difficuly times. But during the hard journeys, I see only one set of footprints. Why?" The Lord answered,"My child, I was with you all through your travels, but along the most difficult paths, I carried you."&lt;br /&gt;Kitty, I will always love you and I have 19 yrs of memories to live with.. and cry about. Hmmm. I am going to miss you. Have fun in Heaven, girl. You deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Original Comments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;veryy sorry about kitty. :(Comment from &lt;a href="http://memberdirectory.aol.com/aolus/badge?sn=hopelesslybeing"&gt;hopelesslybeing&lt;/a&gt; - 8/8/04 12:22 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272863081731305?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272863081731305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272863081731305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272863081731305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272863081731305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-loving-memory-of-kitty.html' title='In Loving Memory of Kitty'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272846740555866</id><published>2004-08-01T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:33:49.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorda Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, Lets start off where I left off on Friday.July 30th. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/715"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, and I went to OB Animal Clinic to have kitty put to sleep. I have had Kitty since I was born. It was the hardest thing I think I'll ever have to do and Mom too. We were in the room with her as they injected her with the stuff. I can still see her big blue eyes staring at me until she finally fell asleep. She was fighting it as hard as she could. But she has had tons of health problems and it was best to put her to sleep. It was still hard to see her go. Of course Mom and I were both crying. I was still crying when I got home and came straight into the bedroom and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cuddled with me trying to calm me down. Then he showed me what he got me for my b-day. He got me ddrmax2 and 2 pads to go with it for PS2. We both love that game and it cheered me up a little. Now lets go to today&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: aka July 31st, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Jme and I woke up around 9-10a.m. Can't remember. I hopped in the shower and he went to Eudora to pick up his uniform. He got back and took a shower as I got dressed. We went to his great grand-mother's funeral. It was hard ya know. She died on my birthday and he loved her so much. Ms. Jan loved her, Karen, Angie, Lisa, Jme, The great great grandkids, they all loved her so much and I was there to show support. Well, I met a certain unnamed persons friend...also Jme's cousin. Ceci. and her friend Donna. They come off as b*tches on the internet, but they actually seem nice in person when a certain unnamed person isn't there. And they are a lot prettier than that certain person too. I still can't see why they want to be her friend and take her bs. But I guess that is their choice. For a second though I thought about becoming their friend, that they seemed like the type of people that I hang out with. I dunno. They don't seem to like me online even though they seem nice in real life. Right now Jme is at work. I had to go in at 5 and got off at 10. I was on Drive-thru. I was the only one there that could operate it. Anyway, it was car after car for the whole 5 hrs. I actually wanted the voices in my head to stop. Thought about ignoring them too. But I answered them. LOL! No they didn't stop either. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/717"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(my other cat) is over here licking my arm telling me its time to go to bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272846740555866?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272846740555866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272846740555866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272846740555866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272846740555866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/08/sorda-depressed.html' title='Sorda Depressed'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272839533977509</id><published>2004-07-30T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:31:31.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, everything went okay with mom yesterday. She got me a card and gave me some money. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/715"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; got me a card and gave me some more money. The cards almost made me cry considerin it was the first time i had talked to mom since i told her i was moving. It went okay though. My headache stayed throughout the night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; didnt get home till around 9 pm b/c he went and talked to the chief at Eudora. He wants to go back to Eudora FD. I don't want him to though and then the fact that he spent almost the entire night down there helping train people on my birthday. That sorda made me feel like sh*t. Anyway, Angie and Stacy came over and gave me a male and female purple aggressive fish and an aquarium. They spike up when they get mad/scared. I don't want him to go back to Eudora though. He already has 2 jobs and I have school and a job. We have limited time together anyway and then he wants to have duty crew at Eudora once a week. That means more less time together. Well, Jme is giving me his present tonight and I am going with mom and Danny to put Kitty to sleep at 3 pm today. My statistics class didn't meet today so I have to wait till 10:15 to go to Bio 2 and put up bird houses. Amanda didn't come over yesterday. That really disappointed me. I hope she can come over tonight or sometime soon. Well, i think I'll watch a movie. Maybe Oceans 11. That way I'll know whats goin on when Jme and I go see Oceans 12. Whenever that comes out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272839533977509?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272839533977509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272839533977509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272839533977509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272839533977509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/07/fishies.html' title='Fishies!!!'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272833564654221</id><published>2004-07-29T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:30:19.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death on My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning around 7 am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s great grandmother passed away. The funeral is Saturday morning. On top of that today is my birthday. I also have a major headache. Last night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; called and asked if I'd come ova when her and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/715"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; got home to visit for my b-day. She isn't home right now and I'm really nervous about going over there. I hope everything goes okay. Well, Jme is at work. Today Karen put up my wall shelves and I put the candles on them. Then Jme's mom showed me my birthday cake. Its really cute and has carebears on it. I love carebears. Anyway, Hailey and David got me a really cute Dragon figurine and Mark and Karen got me another really cute dragon figurine. I'm gonna have to find a place for them though b/c the place that Jme and I have our dragon collectibles is already full to compacity. Oh, I took my Bio 2 lab test today and made a 98(A). I didn't go to statistics this morning cuz I was with Ms. Jan(her mother just died, its ok to skip this once). So I didn't find out how bad I failed that test.LOL! Tommorow in Bio 2 we are putting up bird houses and I dont even know if my statistics class is meeting. Anyway, this isn't the type of birthday I'm used to but Jme's family is way different than mine. Ms. Jan isn't even a Christmas person. Unlike me... I love Christmas. So it's up to me this year to try and decorate this place. But ya know what? Jme's gonna help...whether he likes it or not. Which I hope he likes it. I can't seem to get rid of this headache. Well, I g/g. Mom might call soon.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272833564654221?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272833564654221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272833564654221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272833564654221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272833564654221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/07/death-on-my-birthday.html' title='Death on My Birthday'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272819970397984</id><published>2004-07-28T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:28:13.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Statistics Sux</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I totally forgot everything that was on my statistics test. I couldn't remember anything to save my life. I know I failed it. Tell ya what I made tommorrow.. Anyway, I got outta class early as always and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'s mom took me shopping. She bought me some shelves to hang on our bedroom wall to put candles on. They are wood and painted black. Well, I went to work and the guy that I subbed for yesterday said he'd sub for me tonight so I just got off....a whole 4 hrs early! YAY! And on top of that , my birthday is tommorrow and Amanda(my sis) said she'd stop by and I think &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; wants to see me. Mom sent me a text message tonight while I was still at work and asked when I got off. I asked her why and she hasn't replied back yet. Anyway, Jme's outside putting lights on his car. Jme and electical wires.....b careful. Anyway, I love waking up to him everymorning and fallin asleep with him too. We havent got into any fights either. Everythings goin good. I think the only time he even raised his voice was when we were still moving furniture and he got a little frustrated. LOL! Anyway, I'm off till Saturday. I don't know why either. I only asked for Thursday off. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272819970397984?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272819970397984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272819970397984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272819970397984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272819970397984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/07/statistics-sux.html' title='Statistics Sux'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272804364999772</id><published>2004-07-28T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:27:07.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worms, Worms, Worms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I went to my statistics class and found out I have a test tommorrow. We got out early so I came home(aka &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and My house) and unpacked some more clothes. Then I went to my Bio 2 class and took a test. 2 chapters and I never even looked at them and I still made a 70(C) on it. That makes my Bio 2 average a 74(C). I hate sciences and maths. Anyway, got out of that early and came back home. Finished unpacking my clothes... I think. LOL. Anyway, Jme came home around 12 from runnin his chores for the morning. Then we ate and I went to Bio 2 Lab at 1. We dissected an earth worm today. It was funny. Me , Leigh, and some guy were in a group together and they were all wimpy about touching it. So was I but I wanted to get out of lab early and come home to Jme so I took the scalple and stick thingies and cut and pinned it down. We got to go home early. Then at 5 I went to work and I was supposed to get off at 10 but I stayed till 11 b/c Sophia didn't have one of her closers b/c he called in. Now I am at home and Jme is lying down in the bed next to me. He's really tempting so I think I'll go. LOL! I love being his fiance and living with him. I feel so much at home. I belong here. I love himto death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272804364999772?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272804364999772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272804364999772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272804364999772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272804364999772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/07/worms-worms-worms.html' title='Worms, Worms, Worms'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272798688874469</id><published>2004-07-26T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:26:11.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, yesterday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I were both off work so we started moving furniture. We bought a new tv and a dvd stand that holds 200 dvds. We filled that up. it won't hold much more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/717"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(my kitty) is getting used to the place although she only likes to go around the house at night time. anyway, we moved the beer fridge and stand, the bookcase and books, the dresser, the entertainment center, dvd player, vcr, tv, radio, bed, and tables in our room yesterday. we also hung up some things. i like the room a lot even though i have alot to do and so does Jme.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up and went to class. One of my classes was canceled b/c it was raining. Oh well...lol. Anyway, I came home(Jme and My house), and Jme's mom(refer to her as Ms. Jan or Mom), Karen, Hailey, and I went to Target. We bought a comforter, pillow cases, and sheets for the bed and another 200 dvd stand b/c we need another one. LOL" span down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272798688874469?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272798688874469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272798688874469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272798688874469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272798688874469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/07/quiet-moving.html' title='Quiet Moving'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113272759284269077</id><published>2004-07-24T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:24:04.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Ova</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I moved in with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;Jme&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Friday. We are now engaged. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is not talking to me and doesn't want to see me till Jme and I get married. He's at work right now and Karen is over here. I think she's gonna dye my hair. Anyway, I am happy but I'm still having guilt trips about hurting my mom. I love her so much. Tommorow we're supposed to be moving furniture around the house to get me settled in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW JOURNAL Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jme and I finally got our own AOL acct and now I am creating this new journal. Bear with me though because I dont want to lose anything in my old AOL Journal. I am copying all those entries into this one. So....if you want to read about the past year then check back. It should take me a while to get all those entries in here but I'm gonna try and do alot today if AOL journals get back up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Original Comments: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Im the first to comment lol :-) Good luck with the new journal girlie. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 kT&lt;br /&gt;Comment from browneyedkt25 - 8/15/05 9:54 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113272759284269077?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113272759284269077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113272759284269077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272759284269077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113272759284269077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/2004/07/starting-ova.html' title='Starting Ova'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113650377377329426</id><published>1990-12-28T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:29:52.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frappr.com/pitguestmap"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b27/dragonrose3911/earth.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man have I been a little busy or what? lol. Im sorry I havent posted in a while, but I did manage to post a Christmas Poem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/entries/781"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Merry Christmas to All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on Christmas Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; worked till 2pm. When he got home we headed over to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/719"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'s for Christmas Dinner and to share presents. On the way there we stopped by Jme's mom's to do the same. She was all nice to me and to him. She got us a gift card and so did his sister, Karen. Both to Walmart which can always come in handy. lol. When Jme's mom opened the present from him to her (a lightup crystal picture of his dad who passed away before we got together) she started to cry. This woman never cries, but ok..I can believe its possible. Then she jerked him over to her and gave him a hug..NOT POSSIBLE. Jme himself was like WTF???? This woman would punch someone if they even tried to hug her. She hates hugs and lovey-dovy stuff, yet she hugged Jme. He was still freaked out about it the next day...lol. Anyways, we left there and went and ate at Mom's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/715"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/714"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Johnny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; were there too. We then exchanged presents. Mom got me a dragon mirror. Danny got me an A&amp;F (abercrombie and fitch) jacket, A&amp;amp;F jeans, A&amp;F belt, A&amp;amp;F shirt, A&amp;F sweater, A&amp;amp;amp;amp;F perfume, A&amp;amp;Ftank top, and Cinderella Man on DVD.....lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day Jme and I went to Church with Mom. It was only an hr. Then we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/718"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Granny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'s for lunch. Mom's car broke down and she had to stay the night so my uncles could fix it. She came home Monday. My Uncle Phillip took us home Christmas night. We had fun...took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/708"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with us. We came home and watched TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday nothing really important happened besides me going to karaoke without Jme but with the rest of the guys. Tuesday we went to karaoke with Jme and the same happened Wednesday. I opened as a manager at work today and did a good job. :D But thats all for right now. Ill post more later. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113650377377329426?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113650377377329426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113650377377329426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650377377329426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650377377329426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/1990/12/our-christmas-2005.html' title='Our Christmas 2005'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19223415.post-113650388050819768</id><published>1990-01-01T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:31:36.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frappr.com/pitguestmap"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b27/dragonrose3911/earth.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just wanted to say "Happy New Year" to everybody. We had a party over at the house New Years Eve....only problem...lol. I was and still am sick. So I got up around 3pm Saturday morning and cleaned a little. When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/707"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; got off work he stopped by the liquor store. He got home and we went to Target to get party hats, poppers, streamers, and some of those blow horns. We also got batteries and film for the camera. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/710"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/MyLife/entries/709"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; came over and we headed back out. We stopped by Walmart to get some last minute alcohol and by the firework stand to get more fireworks. In total we had a lot of fireworks and a lot of alcohol. We had 1 gal of hurricane, 12 pac of budweiser, 6 pac of regular smirnoff, 6 pac of watermelon smirnoff, 6 pac of grape smirnoff, 6 pac of black berry smirnoff, 2 bottles of malabu rum, and 2 bottles of pina calada mix. Plus 2 bags of ice...lol. We filled Jme's firehydrant I got him for Christmas with the hurricane. Only bad thing. I WAS SICK! So I drank a glass of pina calada since it was smooth on my throat and a bottle of grape smirnoff. I didnt get drunk. :( Still had fun though. Casey came over. She is one of Ricky's friends and we just had a blast. We all went to sleep at our house sometime this morning....lol. When we woke up we had pizza, watched a movie. After everyone left I fell asleep, being sick and all. I woke up to Jme saying "taste this." He had cooked some deer steak that my brother had dropped off a couple nights ago. Anyways, I got to work in the morning and Jme and I have to find my manager keys. They seemed to have disappeared. Oh, I almost forgot. My New Years Resolution.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a better submissive housewife....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways....&lt;br /&gt;HAPPYNEW YEAR.....tell me how yours went. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://journals.aol.com/dragonrose3911/PIT/entries/436"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/fefehelp2/1yr.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the button to see what I did January 1st, 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19223415-113650388050819768?l=dragonrose3911.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/feeds/113650388050819768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19223415&amp;postID=113650388050819768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650388050819768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19223415/posts/default/113650388050819768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonrose3911.blogspot.com/1990/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years'/><author><name>dragonrose3911</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
