<?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-13060419</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:43:28.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-113416939133587420</id><published>2005-12-09T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:03:11.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Suckers...</title><content type='html'>Ok so my friend and I have started a fun new website called, &lt;a herf="http://dearsuckerss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dear Suckers&lt;/a&gt;. It's pretty much just me and Jason writing complaint letters to different people and things. Anyway, you can check it out if you'd like and if not that's cool too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-113416939133587420?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/113416939133587420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=113416939133587420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113416939133587420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113416939133587420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-suckers.html' title='Dear Suckers...'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-113398921883225235</id><published>2005-12-07T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:00:18.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flustered</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get really frustrated.  I'll be honest I don't have many friends. I'm pretty shy so in general I have a hard time getting to know people. Most of my good friends are people I met online. For some reason I come out of my shell easier when I don't have to talk to someone in person. I don't know what it is really... I mean I guess I'm just kinda introverted ya know? When I was a kid I was even worse.  Even at family gatherings I would usually keep to myself. With a book in hand I'd sit in the corner until somebody decided to come over and chat. LOL, I was a total book worm.  One year I had broken my hip and had to spend my lunch hours in the library so I wouldn't get hurt on the playground.  It was fun for me since I loved to read so much.  Though it did nothing for me socially. I guess the real reason why I'm afraid of people is I always feel like I say the wrong things... Like, no matter how hard I try I can't get across my meaning. I think I'm pretty intellegent too (not to sound vain), so I don't think that's it. People just make me nervous. My family was really consious of what people thought of them and wasted no time in informing my siblings and I that we were to be above reproach. That we should be better then the norm... which is sad. I'm trying to get beyond bitching about my family but it's hard not to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my dad a few weeks ago about stuff.  We got on the subject that I have this issue where I'm kinda afraid of when things are going good. Instead of enjoying success I'm looking for what's going to go wrong.  Sometimes it even seems like I set myself up for failier cause I can't deal with anything else. Like, for example, I'll take on some impossible task,  like doing a large complicated oil painting in less then a week. Now ya'll may not know about how oils work.. but they take FOREVER to dry. You have to be patient with them or it just turns into a big mess.  Now this drive hasn't always been a disadvantage. A lot of times I end up doing things that surprise me cause I set my goals so high. My father though thinks there's a root to the problem that I need to find though. I can't even imagine what it is but I guess it's something I'll have to work through. I don't know why I thought of this today.  Prolly cause I bought a new philosophy book because I'm going to do a study on that soon. I don't know. lol. Funny how the mind works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for listening to me rant, those of you who could get through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-113398921883225235?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/113398921883225235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=113398921883225235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113398921883225235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113398921883225235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/12/flustered.html' title='Flustered'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-113383769982740577</id><published>2005-12-05T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T18:54:59.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Random Blog</title><content type='html'>This is the Random Blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to test some shit out on here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having photoshop on my main computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate too much this evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-113383769982740577?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/113383769982740577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=113383769982740577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113383769982740577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113383769982740577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-blog.html' title='The Random Blog'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-113377371310509891</id><published>2005-12-05T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T01:08:33.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child you must be crazy!</title><content type='html'>The Frug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can do the frug&lt;br /&gt;I can do the Robocop&lt;br /&gt;I can do the Freddie&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do the Smurf&lt;br /&gt;And I can hate your girl&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that she's real pretty&lt;br /&gt;I can take my clothes off&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can do the frug&lt;br /&gt;I can do the Robocop&lt;br /&gt;I can do the Freddie&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do the Smurf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can watch TV&lt;br /&gt;I can shuffle off to Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;I can do a backbend&lt;br /&gt;I will not call you back&lt;br /&gt;And I can start a book&lt;br /&gt;I can make some mac and cheese&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep twelve hours&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can hate your girl&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that she's real pretty&lt;br /&gt;I can take my clothes off&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fall in love&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I will not call you back&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do the smurf&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fall in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song is about stripping.. That's pretty damn cool if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-113377371310509891?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/113377371310509891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=113377371310509891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113377371310509891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113377371310509891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/12/child-you-must-be-crazy.html' title='Child you must be crazy!'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-113367070419083735</id><published>2005-12-03T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T20:31:52.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Tacos</title><content type='html'>So like yeah. I'm really funny about food. I crave things really bad sometimes. Like mostly tacos. I always want tacos. Back in high school I remember more then once I would only eat Mexican food for like a week. We're talking breakfast burritos and enchalatas and rice and beans... Yeah that's the stuff... mmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-113367070419083735?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/113367070419083735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=113367070419083735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113367070419083735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113367070419083735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-tacos.html' title='I love Tacos'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-113358108136269209</id><published>2005-12-02T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T19:38:01.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Giftbox is underway!!</title><content type='html'>So I got going on my Christmas shopping today. I've been planning and plotting for a couple weeks what I was getting everyone and now I'm confedent in my choices. I haven't bought anything for the boys yet but I want to talk to my husband about that first. He doesn't really care what I get for the other kids in the family but our own. I'm about half way through my list. Most of the problem is that I'm doing a dvd for the grandparents/parents of my kids this year and I'm not done with that yet.  I need to get on it though because I'm really scared about shipping this time of year and want at least two weeks for it to get to my house so I can wrap it up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you can tell there are a few changes around this joint. I'm going to try to be more attentive to it. I just get to doing other things. Speaking of which... &lt;a href="http://tinycitymadeofashe.deviantart.com/"&gt;Here's my deviant art site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; It has some of my paintings and photoshop creations on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-113358108136269209?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/113358108136269209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=113358108136269209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113358108136269209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113358108136269209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/12/operation-giftbox-is-underway.html' title='Operation Giftbox is underway!!'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-113350543464791642</id><published>2005-12-01T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:37:14.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so lazy....</title><content type='html'>Yes.. I am lazy DEAL WITH IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK, I don't know. I think I don't come out of photoshop all too often these days.  Not to mention there are wee things that try to take up my time... damn wee things... Those little life suckers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I think I'm going to change the layout in this place. It's all f-up when I look at it... like cock-eyed... it's really irratating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Rant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy hanging upsidedown until I start to feel faint... however I don't like when I actually pass out. Damn Communists...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-113350543464791642?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/113350543464791642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=113350543464791642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113350543464791642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/113350543464791642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m so lazy....'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-112529841284954401</id><published>2005-08-28T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:53:32.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars... and much more..</title><content type='html'>So I've said before I'm quite a bit of a sw fan. I get teased by my husband relentlessly for it. I go to fansites, I'm a member at a very large sw forum, and yes I have a paid subscription to sw hyperspace. I like sw toys and I'm thinking about making my own Jedi robe for holloween (hey at least I have a somewhat practical reason for it). Anyway, I've been spending a lot of time with my chums at nightly lately. They are cool cats. I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsewhere in my galaxy.... I think I'm in love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this new garbage CD!!! I really like it! Special thanks to my friend Brad for the recomendation. I listen to it all the time. I had a Mike's again tonight. I hate the after taste. It's soo gross. I don't know how ya'll who drink beer and stuff can handle it. I'm not at all ashamed to say that I really don't care for anything but the "girly" stuff. I used to like the other stuff back when I thought it was cool to drink but I think I must have gotten too drunk to notice the taste before. I'm not much of a drinker anymore anyway. I got into trouble from the stuff so it's not something I tend to do very often. But that's another story.... and it's not a happy one so it's not for this blog!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Moulin Rouge today. I just love that movie. The overall feel of the film is just increatible. The way the music, colors, and effects blend together, it's just.. FANTASTIC!! I think I shall watch it again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I'm feelin' kinda silly tonight so I think that will be it from me! laders, ladies and gents (if it so happens that gents read me blog!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-112529841284954401?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/112529841284954401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=112529841284954401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/112529841284954401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/112529841284954401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/08/star-wars-and-much-more.html' title='Star Wars... and much more..'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-112486624224346982</id><published>2005-08-23T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:56:05.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so yeah...</title><content type='html'>I can't be happy all the time so in an effort to be a mindless drone I'm going to just post lyrics and stupid polls. So with that I leave you with Garbage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no Barbie doll&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your baby girl&lt;br /&gt;So I've done ugly things&lt;br /&gt;And I have made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines&lt;br /&gt;I am rotten to my core if they're to be believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I'm no baby bird&lt;br /&gt;hanging upon your every word&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever smells of roses that rides out of mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not some little boy&lt;br /&gt;Why you acting so surprised&lt;br /&gt;You're sick of all the rules&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sick of all your lies&lt;br /&gt;Now I've held back a wealth of shit&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna choke&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;With the words stuck in my throat&lt;br /&gt;Does it really come as a surprise&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you I don't feel good&lt;br /&gt;That nothing ever came from nothing man&lt;br /&gt;Oh man ain't that the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back up and I do it again&lt;br /&gt;I get back up and I do it again&lt;br /&gt;I get back up and I do it again&lt;br /&gt;I get back up and I do it I do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're sleeping with a friend of mine I have no proof&lt;br /&gt;But I think that I'm right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've still got the most beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back up and I do it again&lt;br /&gt;I get back up and I do it again&lt;br /&gt;I get back up and I do it again&lt;br /&gt;I get back up and I do it I do it again&lt;br /&gt;I do it again&lt;br /&gt;I do it again&lt;br /&gt;I do it again&lt;br /&gt;I do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Big 30 Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sociability&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;17%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;48%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Assertiveness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Activity Level&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;33%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Excitement-Seeking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;22%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Enthusiasm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;81%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extroversion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;46%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Trust&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;79%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Morality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;31%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cooperation&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;73%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Modesty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;92%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sympathy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;1%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accommodation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;55%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Confidence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Neatness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dutifulness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;15%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Achievement&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;85%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Self-Discipline&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;93%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;52%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;65%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;9%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Volatility&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;5%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Depression&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Self-Consciousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;61%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Impulsiveness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;37%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vulnerability&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;12%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotional Stability&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;78%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Imagination&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;51%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Artistic Interests&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;95%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Introspection&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;72%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;99%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Intellect&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;95%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Liberalism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;13%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Openmindedness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;70%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/big30.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Big 30 Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="592" bg border="1" style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#434343;"&gt;Trait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dcdcdc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bg style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#434343;"&gt;low score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bg style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#434343;"&gt;high score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Sociability&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;17%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;socially reserved, detached&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;friendly, open&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;48%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;mild mannered, uncompetitive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;predatory, domineering&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Assertiveness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;introverted, loner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;controlling, aggressive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Activity Level&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;33%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;relaxed, laid back&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;vigorous, high energy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Excitement-Seeking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;22%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;sedate, restrained&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;adventurous, wild&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Enthusiasm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;81%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;somber, pessimistic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;cheerful, optimistic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Trust&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;79%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;suspicious of others&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;trusting of others&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Submissiveness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;rebellious, lawless&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;dutiful, obedient, compliant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;31%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;selfish, cold, austere&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;helpful, selfless, indulgent&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cooperation&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;73%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;argumentitive, confrontational&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;conflict averse, meek&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Modesty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;92%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;arrogant, self-satisfied&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;humble, unassuming, doormat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sympathy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;1%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;callous, heartless&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;empathetic, warm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Confidence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;not confident in work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;confident in work, egoistic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Neatness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;disorganized, messy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;planner, clean, anal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Dutifulness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;15%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;dishonest, derelict&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;honest, rule abiding, proper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Achievement&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;85%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;lazy, unmotivated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;driven, goal oriented&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Self-Discipline&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;93%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;procrastinator&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;responsible, efficient&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;52%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;spontaneous, daring, reckless&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;careful, controlled, safe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;9%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;relaxed, fearless&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;fearful, worrier&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Volatility&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;calm, cool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;touchy, tempermental&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Depression&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;content, balanced&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;emotional, self hating&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Self-Consciousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;61%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;confident, assured&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;low self esteem, shy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Impulsiveness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;37%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;high self control&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;low self control&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vulnerability&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;12%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;resilient, unphased&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;confused, helpless&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Imagination&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;51%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;practical, realistic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;dreamer, unrealistic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Artistic Interests&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;95%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;artistic indifference&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;art, nature, beauty lover&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Introspection&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;72%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;not self reflective&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;self searching&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;99%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;conventional, safe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;spontaneous, bold&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;Intellect&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;95%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;instinctive, non-analytical&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;intellectual, analytical&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Liberalism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;13%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;conservative, traditional&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;progressive, open&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not surprized by my answers at all. It's funny how true it is actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-112336340668867760?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/112336340668867760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=112336340668867760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/112336340668867760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/112336340668867760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-thought-this-would-be-fun.html' title='I thought this would be fun'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-112033386793339713</id><published>2005-07-02T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:54:33.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jane, get me off this crazy thing!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/jetsons.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I sat and watched the show with my son Brenden (I make him watch boomarang with me because I like the old cartoons) and I couldn't help feel a little envious. I mean they've got machines all over to give them a hand, a robotic maid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/the_jetsons_-_pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a really cool flying car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/picture-jetsons-gerry-dvorak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like a total kid but that's ok. As I said in my last blog I'm having a little problems getting motivated. Though I totally feel like the cartoon on the front page of flylady :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/sm_franny_cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack, I just feel like I'm burried in stuff. I know I have to do it but I'm too lazy to get started. I'm not naturally a messy person. Before I got married and started working my room was always very clean and my laundry was under control. Now I'm like a year behind on laundry and my house is well, a mess and if I don't get it done soon this is what my husband will be like when I go to bed every night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/travisandmejetson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I just need to go do it and stop my complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-112033386793339713?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/112033386793339713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=112033386793339713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/112033386793339713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/112033386793339713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/07/jane-get-me-off-this-crazy-thing.html' title='&quot;Jane, get me off this crazy thing!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-112029083277667465</id><published>2005-07-02T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:53:52.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to be done but no motivation</title><content type='html'>It's so crazy how my brain works. I decided yesterday to clean out my office/dinning area to make it more functional and attractive. Well that has just opened up a whole big can of worms. There are books everywhere, art supplies all over, and random papers this way and that way. I don't know what I've gotten myself into. Oh well, I guess I'll have to drag myself out of bed in the morning to finish it up. Well I better get to bed so I can get a decent start on the day. Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-112029083277667465?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/112029083277667465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=112029083277667465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/112029083277667465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/112029083277667465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-much-to-be-done-but-no-motivation.html' title='So much to be done but no motivation'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-111971865065567210</id><published>2005-06-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T09:57:30.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker, housekeeping, and more stuff...</title><content type='html'>This week was my first without a job in two years. I decided to have my little ones remain in daycare until yesterday so I could get some work done around the house. It had gotten pretty bad so I thought it would be good to have unlimited time to do it. So I got everything but my room to where I can comfortably stand being there all day. It's going to take some time to purge the clutter I've managed to collect in there so overall I'm happy with what I accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides cleaning I managed to sneak out of the house a couple days and spent some time with my friend Lori. She's (here comes a bit of fun) my DH's boss's fiancée. She’s a really sweet girl. We pretty much just chilled at Daniel's (DH's boss) house all day. She's one of those people that you meet that is automatically your friend. You just can't help it too. She's just easy to get along with. So is Daniel btw. I really enjoy being around the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway my DH is a pretty good poker player. He spent a lot of time learning how to be good and makes really good money doing it. Now of course he wants me to learn. I'm OK at it but I'm not a good loser so sometimes I get frustrated. For example a couple days ago I was down $35.00 at $3-$6 and was starting to get upset with myself. I don't tilt but I can feel the demon of distain creeping up my throat. I called Travis and told him. He just laughed it off and said "Oh don't worry about it sweetie, it's only 6 big bets." Darn money, it's not like it's coming from my bank account or anything, we keep it separate from our income. I just haven't gotten used to the idea of losing actual money yet. Oh well, tis the way of such things. Speaking of Poker and Daniel here's a funny picture of Hunter wearing a Stacked hat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/Hunterstacked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new poker video game coming out sometime this fall. I thought the pic was just great I had to share it. Anyway, I guess that's all for now. Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-111971865065567210?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/111971865065567210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=111971865065567210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111971865065567210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111971865065567210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/06/poker-housekeeping-and-more-stuff.html' title='Poker, housekeeping, and more stuff...'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-111931897677774439</id><published>2005-06-20T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T18:56:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah yes, an update is in order...</title><content type='html'>Ok so this week was my last week at work. My MIL was here all week to give us a hand with the boys and getting me to work. Friday, my last day was kind of a tough day. It was very bittersweet as I will miss the daily interaction with my friends but the payoff is that I will be with my boys all the time. Anyway, I don't have a lot of time so I'll leave it at that for now. Laters. ~J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-111931897677774439?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/111931897677774439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=111931897677774439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111931897677774439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111931897677774439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/06/ah-yes-update-is-in-order.html' title='Ah yes, an update is in order...'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-111825581787608228</id><published>2005-06-08T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:36:57.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Blog I</title><content type='html'>My boys spent some time with my nephew this weekend so here are some pix from that visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three boys on my couch. (order from l to r: Brenden 31 months, Hunter 14 months, and AJ  4 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="picture" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/withaj008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="picture" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/withaj011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I'm not so sure about this kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="picture" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/withaj010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those baby blues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="picture" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/withaj028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blankie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="picture" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/withaj001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a field trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="picture" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/withaj039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys messing around in the car cart at Smiths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="picture" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/withaj040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen start your engines!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="picture" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/withaj041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had a really good time with their cousin AJ. Brenden really liked him but Hunter was shy. I think he was just leary because he didn't know what AJ was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-111825581787608228?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/111825581787608228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=111825581787608228' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111825581787608228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111825581787608228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/06/picture-blog-i.html' title='Picture Blog I'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-111810147381981341</id><published>2005-06-06T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:45:33.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Canvas</title><content type='html'>I cannot even begin to express the kind of excitement I felt upon purchasing my first canvas in four years. It was incredible. When I pulled it out of the Aaron brother's bag I saw so many things come alive in my head. So many scenes so many people. All of which are just standing in wait for me to make them come alive with a soft stroke of my brush. It's hard to not get caught up in anticipation while painting. I have to remind myself to be patient let the pigments dry so they won't smudge. Such things are humbling and joyful in the same right. Anyway, so I spent the better part of Saturday night painting. Mostly Tuscan inspired landscapes, nothing too complicated. I had a fantastic time. I love sketching but I'm afraid this hobby might top that soon as I've already feel like I'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then my artistic life I've been pretty busy with other things. I quit my job on Friday. I'm a little sad because it's been a great place to work and I'll miss seeing the girls everyday but I think this is for the best. I get to be home with my kids all day and that will wonderful. Hunter looked so good yesterday. He's been perpetually sick for weeks and it was beginning to feel like he would never be the same kid again. Well I guess this last regimen of drugs really did the trick because he's been so smiley and joyful. It's such a relief. Thank god we're getting him out of daycare. Anyway, I guess that's enough for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-111810147381981341?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/111810147381981341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=111810147381981341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111810147381981341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111810147381981341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/06/canvas.html' title='The Canvas'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-111763937062505746</id><published>2005-06-01T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:54:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new look and name!!</title><content type='html'>Ok I changed my blog a lot. I will not be posting the new updates of the F District on here because it just doesn't work with my new template. Well, I guess that's all for now. Laters!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-111763937062505746?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/111763937062505746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=111763937062505746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111763937062505746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111763937062505746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-look-and-name.html' title='A new look and name!!'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-111742837428284083</id><published>2005-05-29T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:46:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The F District</title><content type='html'>I'm rolling out my new comic this week. I still have a lot of work to do on it but I thought it would be fun to show off episode 1 to those of you who read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="You're Tired" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/fdistrictep1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a crude version of what I would like it to be but since I don't have photoshop right now I have to settle for paint and photo impression. Both of which are a pain to use. Anyway, there's not a whole lot going on here. I went and saw revenge of the sith last thursday. It was really cool. I want to go see it again...and again...and again. Then I will buy it. :) I love star wars. I will have to write about that interest another time when I have the energy to explain the interworkings of the force and my life. Ok well, I guess that's good for now. Laters!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-111742837428284083?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/111742837428284083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=111742837428284083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111742837428284083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111742837428284083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/05/f-district.html' title='The F District'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13060419.post-111663321634413532</id><published>2005-05-20T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T16:55:07.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making an effort to focus on the positive...</title><content type='html'>Lately in my life it seems I've been focused on negitive things. So to make myself happier and to show my wonderful husband that I don't have just terrible things to say I'm going to make a blog that reflects me better. Not just the sad side but the joyful me too. Ok then, ta-ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13060419-111663321634413532?l=jaycie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/feeds/111663321634413532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13060419&amp;postID=111663321634413532' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111663321634413532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13060419/posts/default/111663321634413532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycie.blogspot.com/2005/05/making-effort-to-focus-on-positive.html' title='Making an effort to focus on the positive...'/><author><name>Jaycie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/jessthegirl/a24f093b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
