<?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-7470211206776136009</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:09:25.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARRIE'S BLOGG</title><subtitle type='html'>I am just me... What else can I say? I hope that you find humor in my random rambelings. I am still working out the kinks on my page. I don't have much time, so it is slow going. Thanks for visiting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-8069195237478038267</id><published>2010-08-13T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:59:05.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help the technically chalanged!!</title><content type='html'>I need help!! I have been trying to change my background on my blog page, and it won't work!! I see all the people i love with new backgrounds, and I want one too!.. Enough pouting. &lt;br /&gt;Life has been crazy. Summer has flown by and in three short weeks school starts. In one week I get to change class rooms and teachers. At work they are going to put me in the Carebear class and I get to work from 8:30-5:30 with a break... I am still reeling..I also get to plan the afternoon activities, and I also get what is called a "rosters" group; (the kids that take a shorter nap in the afternoon of some that don't take one at all.) and i have to plan activities for them too... I feel a little over whelmed. The teacher I am working for is nice, but has a different teaching style than what I am used to, but with time...and a little faith, trust, and pixie dust, we should get a long. &lt;br /&gt;In other news, Nate and I went to meet with our steak Pres. a few weeks ago, and finally turned in our papers to get sealed. I am EXCITED!!! We (and when I say "WE" in this I mean "I") are thinking October some time. We are still learning our roles in the relationship, and I think that it will take some time for us to get better in a lot of different ways. But we are progressing. &lt;br /&gt;I guess that, that is it for now...please help your technically challenged friend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-8069195237478038267?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/8069195237478038267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=8069195237478038267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8069195237478038267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8069195237478038267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2010/08/help-technically-chalanged.html' title='Help the technically chalanged!!'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-1357011817261360171</id><published>2010-05-28T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:44:57.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Crazy Ladies, and Time.</title><content type='html'>Life for me has been crazy!!! I have been busy with two jobs, kids at the day care, and callings, Family functions every weekend, learning and more learning with my husband, and just being (yikes!, and gulp) thirty. I am kind of getting over the fact that i am now thirty, but it still makes one think about life. I swear that Nate thought that I was having a nervous break down. But after accepting the fact, and just being happy with who and what I am right now...My out look on life seams to be getting happier by the minute. &lt;br /&gt;Crazy ladies!!! My lady was almost certifiable! I had to work the day before my birthday, and she had me run her cat to the vet to see what was wrong with it. Then I had to get her food from this Mexican place (and the road is under construction, so a two min, trip took ten) and then I had to go back to her house and clean, and give her a shower, and do her personal care which involved some leg massage. So I was only scheduled to work 3 hrs. that day and I got there early because of low numbers at the day care. I forgot that my lady had a doctors app. that day and she didn't show up till about a half hour after I got there. (no big deal..I forgot!) so After working for almost 4, yes count them 4 hours...I told her that I wasn't too happy about waiting for her to get off the toilet so I could pull up her pants, the night before my birthday, an hour after I was supposed to leave, and... I wasn't getting paid to do what I was doing...I wasn't too happy..and I told her... She got pissy, and I left. The next Mon. (i worked Monday through Thursday) I was not in a good mood, because of things that had happened at the day care, and I talked to Nate, and at the time he didn't help me feel better, and then I went to my lady's house...She started talking down to me and getting mad because I left an hour late...I got upset, and left. Long story short.. My eccentric lady is no longer my client. So for the time being. I only have one job!!&lt;br /&gt;I have found that I am happier, lighter, and feeling a lot better about life! I think that she was just sucking me into her bitter old lady life, and that is not someplace that I wanted to be. So. no better paying job, yet...and life is looking good!! &lt;br /&gt;Nate and I are doing better than we have been in a while, and I am proud to say that I think it's because of a slightly better attitude form me. It is amazing how life gets better when you are not around negative people! So, time has just not been my friend, because I find that there isn't enough time in the day to do all that I want to. And my blog has been on the back burner for far to long... I will keep up the goal of trying to blog more. keep reading my blog friends!! I love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-1357011817261360171?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/1357011817261360171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=1357011817261360171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1357011817261360171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1357011817261360171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-crazy-ladies-and-time.html' title='Life, Crazy Ladies, and Time.'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-3249653558251519026</id><published>2010-01-18T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:44:58.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Resolutions</title><content type='html'>It is a new year and I have dicided to make a few obtainable resolutions.  I would love to usser in my thirties looking fabulus!  But, my idea of fabulus and the outside worlds are verry different... so about 20lbs should be obtainable.  I have also decided that facebook id crap and that people should choose one place to be, and stop the other madness.  And so blogg is the place to find all the updates.  but I know that I can link the two, but I am not sure how to do that. &lt;br /&gt;   Finding a better paying job is number two priority on my list. We have dicided that some credit needes to be payed down before kids come into the picture.  Speaking ot pictures.  We got some taken. and they are cute!! I will post them as soon as i get them.  I am working two jobs, and will tell you all more about the excentric old lady later.  Needless to say she thinks that because i make Nate breakfast that our marrage won't last... We have had a few hick-ups, the first little while, but we are learning every day how to be better at communication, and all the stuff it takes to make a marrage work...and making breakfast is ONE thing that I can do to help make my husband happy.  I am gratful and happy to do that!&lt;br /&gt;  I will post more about her later. keep reading blogg friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-3249653558251519026?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/3249653558251519026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=3249653558251519026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3249653558251519026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3249653558251519026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-resolutions.html' title='New Year, New Resolutions'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-8438787860148325428</id><published>2009-08-04T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:52:01.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Love and Death</title><content type='html'>On June 28th about 9:30 AM,  Nate's Mother passed away.  We are sad and miss her a lot, but to me it is strange how after only one month of marrage, we get to go through another one of lifes events.  There is a lot to say, but time does not permit.  I will write later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-8438787860148325428?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/8438787860148325428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=8438787860148325428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8438787860148325428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8438787860148325428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-love-and-death.html' title='Life, Love and Death'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-2728386170473515996</id><published>2009-07-11T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:36:22.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/JolietYW/NateAndCarrieSWedding?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SlkPwwXtn9E/AAAAAAAAASU/Mi6yWOdBQUA/s160-c/NateAndCarrieSWedding.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/JolietYW/NateAndCarrieSWedding?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Nate and Carrie&amp;#39;s Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-2728386170473515996?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/2728386170473515996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=2728386170473515996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2728386170473515996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2728386170473515996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-wedding.html' title='Our Wedding'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SlkPwwXtn9E/AAAAAAAAASU/Mi6yWOdBQUA/s72-c/NateAndCarrieSWedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-5789913693996498327</id><published>2009-06-16T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:29:47.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In ten days I will become Mrs. Carrie Evans!!!! (OK really 11 days but I don't count today, because I am all ready in it, and I am glad that work is over.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;      So, I have to tell a little about why today is one day that I am glad to have over...I work at a daycare, and that is fun in the summer because I get paid to watch kids at the park, and I get to spend all day outside.  Today however is the day that I drive the biggest goober mobile you have ever seen in the form of a thirteen passenger van... I also got to take kids to the free lunch offered at a church.  So, there were a few things that happened today that made the park not so much fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.  One child decided not to listen after the fifth time of telling them that they can't go that far away form teachers...and then the attitude started.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.  One child decided that her life is like T.V. and she wanted to copy the Capri sun commercial and jump on her Capri sun and see if she too would turn into water?!?!!? Sad to crush her dreams, but she did in fact NOT become the puddle of water that she hoped to be.  She then became my shadow, instead of a puddle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3.  One child forgot their lunch and didn't tell me until I got to the park after the free lunch was over, and refused to eat anything that was offered to them....picky eaters get to go hungry when good food is offered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4.  One child decided to throw rocks at a friend, and instead of listening in time-out, they decided to pick the grass, pick mushrooms, and pick up dirty bird feathers.... after the time-out ended we had a pretty serious discussion about germs, and being sick in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5.  So, after the 5Th call to Denise, my immediate boss, and the daycare to talk to the upper level boss to decide what should be done, I had to call one more time, because a child PUKED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Needless to say, I am glad that work is over and that I only have 10, let's say that again...10, Ten, Dies, Days left before I am married!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but who is counting any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-5789913693996498327?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/5789913693996498327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=5789913693996498327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/5789913693996498327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/5789913693996498327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-days.html' title='10 days...'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-7986948844202074341</id><published>2009-05-19T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:54:31.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All because 2 people fell in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/ShNiBBET8yI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bBSWMLohVHE/s1600-h/the+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337717752970081058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/ShNiBBET8yI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bBSWMLohVHE/s320/the+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Last Thursday, the 14th, Nate calls me and said that he was craving stake and wanted to take me to sizzler. I said, "ok! steak sounds good, and then i don't have to cook." Then he tried to drive me to "our spot" (the hill that he took me to the night we first met) but, our spot, was dug up and we couldn't get there....so we drove to the other side of town, to find a spot to watch the sun set, and then we drove south of town to the forest preserve...and we still couldn't find a road that was open... strike 5, we went back to almost the original spot. By that time I had to pee... so I found a bush, (and so did he) and we were hugging. By this time I kind of had the idea that he would propose, but I was still happy to just be with Nate. When Nate said to me that he could spend forever with me, I knew that it was true...and then he asked me to marry him. I said yes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;We are looking at the 27th of June....and in Rexburg, (not our 1st choice...) for the wedding. So, if you can make it that would be great!!!! Just, let me know, and we will feed you at the rockin party!!! Oh, the ring is not the official ring...because neither of us really have money, but the ring will work for now. And just think...all of this will happen and has happened, just because 2 people fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-7986948844202074341?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/7986948844202074341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=7986948844202074341' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/7986948844202074341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/7986948844202074341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-because-2-people-fell-in-love.html' title='All because 2 people fell in love'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/ShNiBBET8yI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bBSWMLohVHE/s72-c/the+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-2206677772781131127</id><published>2009-05-19T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:34:13.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Emily, and my sister Kaye I have something new to distract me from what I really should be doing....sorry dishes...a little blog game called "Pay it forward."&lt;br /&gt;       How it works: The FIRST THREE people to leave a comment on this post will receive at some point during this year a gift from ME. What it will be and when it will arrive will be a total surprise. The CATCH is that YOU MUST PLAY TOO! Before you leave your comment here, write a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going (you can cut and paste these instructions). Then come back and let me know that you are going to play, and sit back and anticipate the arrival of your gift. Oh, and your address too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-2206677772781131127?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/2206677772781131127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=2206677772781131127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2206677772781131127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2206677772781131127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/05/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it forward'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-8086931128331778345</id><published>2009-03-16T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:46:20.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/Sb66aysZ1CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Utw-4v795bQ/s1600-h/DSCN0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313889579791143970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/Sb66aysZ1CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Utw-4v795bQ/s200/DSCN0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-8086931128331778345?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/8086931128331778345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=8086931128331778345' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8086931128331778345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8086931128331778345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/Sb66aysZ1CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Utw-4v795bQ/s72-c/DSCN0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-129994343570610668</id><published>2009-03-16T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:43:24.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/Sb651BdIgRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uesJ4pn6LD8/s1600-h/DSCN0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313888930918596882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/Sb651BdIgRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uesJ4pn6LD8/s200/DSCN0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don't have much time, so here are some pics of Nate and I. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-129994343570610668?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/129994343570610668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=129994343570610668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/129994343570610668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/129994343570610668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/03/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/Sb651BdIgRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uesJ4pn6LD8/s72-c/DSCN0672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-3639642599333407691</id><published>2009-01-29T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:32:53.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday is my favorite day!!!</title><content type='html'>Isn't that a song? My dad used to sing it to me when I was a kid.   Well this week Friday is my favorite day!!   I get to take my dad out to dinner and celebrate that fact that he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dorne&lt;/span&gt; 59 years ago, and try really hard to not think about how old I will be this year... I also get to see Nate's family this weekend.  I have decided that they don't get together as much as my family, and that makes me sad.  I have also decided that I am tired of the weather.  It has made me miss seeing my brother two times and I missed Christmas with my family and or Nate's family because of the weather!!! I am tired of the cold and snow, and I have only been in Idaho for two months.  I miss the warm sun of Texas...&lt;br /&gt;    I figured out what was holding up the bank, and when my money will be off hold.  It will hit my account this Friday!!! Yet, another reason to like Friday this week.  I am also excited to make my dad's favorite, Lemon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marrange&lt;/span&gt; pie for him.  So happy Friday to all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-3639642599333407691?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/3639642599333407691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=3639642599333407691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3639642599333407691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3639642599333407691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-is-my-favorite-day.html' title='Friday is my favorite day!!!'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-9197582380646432383</id><published>2009-01-26T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:10:01.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are getting better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are getting better. I decided to drop out of school and get a job, and put me that much closer to getting out of debt.  I am not sure how all this will work out, but I have faith that it will.  I am still waiting on the bank to release my money.. it is still on "hold" I intend to find out &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; the deal is with all of that today!! Things with Nate are still going good.  I am learning how to be in a relationship and to put him first..and he is patent with me, so that helps.  We are growing more close with each day we get to spent together.  We have talked about marriage, and are looking at August, but nothing is set in stone.  I will keep you posted.  Oh, and if any one knows where I can get a job, just let me know.&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/7470211206776136009-9197582380646432383?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/9197582380646432383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=9197582380646432383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/9197582380646432383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/9197582380646432383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-are-getting-better.html' title='Things are getting better...'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-4968749814744589547</id><published>2009-01-16T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:42:14.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money isn't everything is it??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So, lately, I have been a little stressed about money, and my lack there of!!! (to say the least)  I don't have a job, I am in debt up to my ears, and I just started school. (with NO way to pay for it with out going more into debt!)  So, finally, after much prayer, and faith that I am doing the right thing, my loans came in today!!!!! :) :)  This is such a relief!!! I am going to have to budget a little more and maybe pick up a job, but I am pretty sure that I can make it on what they have given me.  So just remember that prayers are answered, and that things will work out eventually when you are doing the best that you can.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;   School is going good.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;declared&lt;/span&gt; a major, and talked to an advisor.  I am now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Elementary&lt;/span&gt; Ed. major, and that is a good thing.  I am still trying to decide if I need to drop a photography class and add 2 more major requirements, but I am just not sure how to go about doing that... I will find out and let you know how things go.  I am off to collect my money, and pay some bills!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-4968749814744589547?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/4968749814744589547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=4968749814744589547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/4968749814744589547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/4968749814744589547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/01/money-isnt-everything-is-it.html' title='Money isn&apos;t everything is it??'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-4404103226399470863</id><published>2009-01-12T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:36:45.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school! Didn't we do this once??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Today was my first day of college, again... I walked to my first class Physics. (I walked about a mile and a half to get there.) I was a little early, and so I sat down, and noticed that I was the only girl there.... Why am I the world's biggest nerd and why did I sign up for an 8 AM Physics class?!!? To my relief, there were more girls that showed, and I didn't have to be the only girl those poor geeky guys see first thing in the mourning.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that college is about waiting....and more waiting, and lines upon lines. I decided to figure out my financial aid stuff, and see if, or where my money is coming from. So, I found the financial aid people in the ball room, (who knows where that is!???) and waited for my paper that told them everything that they ("they" being anyone who sees that paper) need to know about me and my status as a student, mother's maiden name, blood type, and even if I have paid my taxes or tuition. So, the nice lady takes my paper and says, " You have been approved, and you should have money, I just am not sure what the hold up is..."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks I say and she directs me to another nice lady, around the corner, and she runs down what a student loan is and when I have to repay it, and all the stuff I know. She was not too helpful. Then, I guess I payed my tuition, with money that is coming?!?!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;I am then directed to get an ID. ... My picture looks like poop, and I really don't care. I am just wondering who around here gives a student discount??&lt;br /&gt;So I am then directed to the financial aid office to have entrance counseling, and sign a master promissory note(MPN). Big words for you now owe someone A LOT of money and you must pay them when you are done with school!!!!!!!!! so, I go thought the entrance counseling, and it is basically the skinny on a loan, who is who, what the interest rates are, and then after an hour of reading, I have to now take a quiz and get at least 12/15, to pass, and sign my MPN!!!!???? Who comes up with this stuff?? So, Long story short, I passed, signed, and that is an hour of my life that I will never get back!&lt;br /&gt;On to Spanish!!! So, I know everything that we covered today. Can I spell it? No, but I can sure remember that basic greetings. Who doesn't know that in Spanish? I then go to the book store, where it is more waiting, and lines. (Sigh.) I am done with my first day of school. I have home work, and It has taken me another almost 2 hours to figure out my e-mail, moodle, and how to get into all of it with 12 different user names and passwords....tomorrow I get to go to class, and hopefully not have to wait in any lines.&lt;br /&gt;Rapid subject change... Nate and I are great!! We have had fun getting to know each other better, and spending more time with each other. I am settled into my new place, and working on getting into a routine with school. So, lets hope that I can find the money to live on and stay in school, because, it is fun!!! (even though I have home work!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-4404103226399470863?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/4404103226399470863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=4404103226399470863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/4404103226399470863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/4404103226399470863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school-didnt-we-do-this.html' title='First day of school! Didn&apos;t we do this once??'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-8337009614252448478</id><published>2008-12-27T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:33:46.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mtns. are becoming Hills.</title><content type='html'>So, I am here...finally!!! After more than 29 hrs. of driving, a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; (in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fave&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;form&lt;/span&gt; Mt. Dew) and phone calls later, I made it to IDAHO!!! I am happy to be here.... I am sorry to all of you that I haven't seen yet, life has been crazy, and so has the weather.&lt;br /&gt;   The bumps with Nate are smoothing out, and we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt;.  Things are going well.  Nate met my mom last night, so i am not sure how that went, but I think it was good.  Ask her how she felt about him.  We are planning to go back up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rigby&lt;/span&gt; for New Years, and have fun with family there.  I am still trying to organize and "nest" as my mom calls it. &lt;br /&gt;    I am going back to school, and have signed up for 4 classes.   An English class, a Spanish 1 class, Physics, and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt; and history of Photography.  I figure I should take all the fun classes that I didn't get to take in college.  &lt;br /&gt;    Thanks for not commenting, and letting me vent, in my last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;.   I also think it is because of the time of year, and if your lives are as crazy as mine, there is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; needed.... I love you all and hope that the new year brings you all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;closer&lt;/span&gt; together. &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-8337009614252448478?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/8337009614252448478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=8337009614252448478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8337009614252448478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8337009614252448478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/12/mtns-are-becoming-hills.html' title='The Mtns. are becoming Hills.'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-1494772022877356330</id><published>2008-12-13T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:39:30.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are there always bumps in the road???</title><content type='html'>I want to know why are there always bumps in my road? I wish sometimes when I am climbing this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; that is life, and I choose to make changes, that my road would be smooth, just for a bit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I can get my bearings. &lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, God has a different plan for me.  So, Tues. Nate and I had a pretty serious discussion....and things are getting good, but they are not back to the way that they were when I was in Idaho.  I guess that some of it is on me, but when he asked me to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;, I was! and I am sad to say that I hurt him....I am trying to make up for it but it is really hard when I can feel that he is pulling away.  I guess that we will see how things work out when I move there.  I still feel good about that decision, much to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; of my friends here in Texas.  I got a blessing on Wend, after pouring my heart out to my parents, who always have good advise, and to the Lord, who always blesses me even though I don't always deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;   I thought that I had figured out how to heal the rift that I caused, but I was told today that Nate is still reserved.   I am trying to figure out what to do to help us, but I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; up short.  I really am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; this to vent a little, so there are no comments needed, and I know that the Lord is in charge, so what ever comes of this little rift, is what is best for everyone.   I hope that things get better, and I know that Nate still loves me, and right now, that is all I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-1494772022877356330?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/1494772022877356330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=1494772022877356330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1494772022877356330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1494772022877356330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-are-there-always-bumps-in-road.html' title='Why are there always bumps in the road???'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-2029447902200512097</id><published>2008-12-08T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:09:52.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only thing Constant is CHANGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My life is about to change AGAIN!  This time t is for the best, and I am very excited!!! After crying my eyes out about leaving Idaho and Nate, and my family, and much fasting and prayer... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to move to Idaho?!?!?!???!!!! I am going to go back to school, and keep my teaching certificate current, and to see what I have to do to get certified in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elementary&lt;/span&gt; Ed.  So, this week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; packing, talking to Nate, making travel plans, getting rid of almost EVERYTHING, working two jobs, saying good-bye to good friends, and trying to keep my sanity, I get to test kids all week, and register for classes.... (what was I thinking?)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;    On the plus side, my mom is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;, and told me to take a picture of the things that I want to keep the memory of, but don't want to keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; item...and today (bonus of all bonuses... I got to watch 2 count them 1, 2, kids PUKE in font of me!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DOUBLE&lt;/span&gt; YUCK!!!!)  So the last day of work here for me is the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and I leave Texas on the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; after my exit inspection.  So, if i don't write or read in a while, you will know why.  If you must know, I have a place to live, and a really good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; to move to Idaho.  (Nate being the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;, but going back to school is the logical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;.)  BTW, he and I are 98% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; that things will work out, but we want time to date and get to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.  Happy reading, Marry Christmas, and I w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ill&lt;/span&gt; try to write later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-2029447902200512097?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/2029447902200512097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=2029447902200512097' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2029447902200512097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2029447902200512097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-thing-constant-is-change.html' title='The Only thing Constant is CHANGE!'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-3092046096301048037</id><published>2008-11-24T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:49:15.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do's and To Do's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AGAIN I can not tell you all how much I enjoy seeing my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and Sean's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blogg&lt;/span&gt;, they always have GREAT FUN things... this is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;. so now for you to do: copy and paste this to your blog and bold the ones that you HAVE done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sang a solo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;strong&gt;, does being close count?? they won't let you climb it any more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice &lt;strong&gt;How about Steam Boat Springs Co?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now it's your turn...have fun. be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;, and I am pretty sure that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; read the Bible, but not from cover to cover, and that is what I think they mean by that one. I wait to see your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;responses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-3092046096301048037?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/3092046096301048037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=3092046096301048037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3092046096301048037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3092046096301048037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/11/dos-and-to-dos.html' title='Do&apos;s and To Do&apos;s'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-8241177867549644625</id><published>2008-11-24T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:15:25.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;So, I made it.  My friends think that I am brave, I think I am slightly crazy, my mom thinks I shouldn't have come,  and that I need to take things slow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;     I made it to Idaho!!  I am here with Nate, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been raped, he is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, or even creepy.  I am still trying to decide if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whole thing&lt;/span&gt; is real, and if he is what he says he is.  I am still a little guarded, but trying to not be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;    The first five &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; were a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;.  I got off the shuttle, and saw him.  I thought, he doesn't look exactly like his picture, but he is still cute, and different.  Then we hugged.  It was good, but I was still trying to wrap my head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; the idea that I was actually in Idaho, with Nate... (the guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have come to know over the phone, and now I have to get used to him in person, is it still going to be the same? Am I what he wants and expects? Is this how it works? are all what I was thinking.) &lt;br /&gt;    We held hands as we drove, and Yes, we did kiss.  It was just what I expected.  (If you want more details you have to call...my mom reads this too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;     We are going to dinner tonight with my dad, and i hope that my dad behaves... I don't want to hear anything close to  "What are your intentions with my daughter?" escape my dad's lips... yes, Nate and I have talked about it, but not in detail, and I still don't have a ring, so we are not there yet.  I just hope to get my dad's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; of Nate, and Nate's of my dad.  I still feel good about the whole thing, and I am excited to see where it goes.  I will keep you posted on how Thanksgiving with his family goes.  (That is a whole new set of nerves, and indecision about what to wear...)  I am happy to be here, and to see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-8241177867549644625?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/8241177867549644625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=8241177867549644625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8241177867549644625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8241177867549644625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/11/idaho.html' title='Idaho'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-2572405612720734185</id><published>2008-11-07T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:48:22.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self.</title><content type='html'>Self,&lt;br /&gt;    When updating your blogg, look at others bloggs first, and see what you want to do, THEN post your new fun blogg, with all the other's ideas....Must be better at this. &lt;br /&gt;   Also, remind me later to ask others to start posting "one sentance" updates.  (Jared's blogg)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the coolest thing on Jared's blogg. one sentance updates.&lt;br /&gt;ie: Mary chopped of her hair and still looks smokin' hot. &lt;br /&gt;I thought it was fun and creating, and it gave me a snap shot of their week, without having to read a long blogg.  Must remember these ideas for next blogg.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt; Me, Myself, and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-2572405612720734185?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/2572405612720734185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=2572405612720734185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2572405612720734185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2572405612720734185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/11/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self.'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-8143016924890574477</id><published>2008-11-07T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:31:01.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Days to go...but who's counting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;So, there are only 15 days untill I meet Nate. I am very EXCITED to say the least. I am glad that my parents are supportive, yet not overly protective. I am glad that they are willing to let me decide and they hope for the best, and want me to be happy.  (I am truly happy by the way... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I am happy. Nate is still nice, and kind, and funny. I am just a little nervous about if it will be the same in person, as it is over the phone. I have starded a count down on the fridge, and as soon as I am home from Thanksgiving, I plan to cound down to Christmas! So, for those of you keeping track, I will let you know how Thanksgiving goes, I will keep my eyes open (for any red flags), and be the best me, I can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I have a few decisions to make. I am concidering moving, but given the economy I am not moving without a job. I am also just trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up...(the ever persent question.) So please remember me in your prayers, because you are always in mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;   My jobs are getting better. I am still frustrated about a few things, but I finally found the right person to talk to about it. So, I am going to write an e-mail tonight, and see what happens.  OG is getting better, but it is slow, and the money is not so good.  I am also trying to be better at teaching, and trying to survive lunch duty every day.  As life goes on all I think about is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Just 15 more days to go....15 more days to go.....15 more days to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-8143016924890574477?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/8143016924890574477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=8143016924890574477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8143016924890574477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8143016924890574477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/11/15-days-to-gobut-whos-counting.html' title='15 Days to go...but who&apos;s counting?'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-1339780429518979784</id><published>2008-11-01T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:28:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Quote of the day form Einstin today was one that I looked at for a year in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Gravitation can not be heald responsiable for tow people falling in love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How true that is!! The forces of gravity are not that strong, or that weak.  I feel that love is a verb, a choice, and something that must be desired... So, think about that the next time you tell someone that you love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, and I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-1339780429518979784?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/1339780429518979784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=1339780429518979784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1339780429518979784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1339780429518979784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-925222566155546379</id><published>2008-10-23T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:40:29.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you believe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Steph gave me this idea. I was checking out her blogg (wich I love to read, and am highly entertained, and always reminded of what is important) and she had a list of the things that she believes in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in happily ever after.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that self foaming soap is not as affective as regular soap. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believei n butterfly kisses, and real kisses, and chocolate kisses too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that children are what makes this world a better place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that chips and salsa are the best things EVER invented.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a firm believer in high quality fat...if you are going to eat something bad for you go all the way!! (that is also why I eat death on a stick. aka...corn dogs.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that people are generally good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in waiting at least fifteen minutes for anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believein being on time...almost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;So, what is it that you believe in? I want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-925222566155546379?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/925222566155546379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=925222566155546379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/925222566155546379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/925222566155546379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-you-believe.html' title='What do you believe?'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-3309024641391178525</id><published>2008-10-23T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:41:39.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SQESu-uo7tI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i1Qq2J_L2yU/s1600-h/Texas+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260506438067351250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SQESu-uo7tI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i1Qq2J_L2yU/s320/Texas+Flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;It is sad to say that I don't have any pictures on my computer...so I don't have a 6th picture in a 6th file like Brit wants...so, I will give you a picture that I took for the Olive Garden picture contest (but never entered)...I had fun taking the picture one Sunday, and I though that I did good work...What do you think??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I tag: Kaye, Stephanie, and Katie. What is your 6th picture in your 6th file??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-3309024641391178525?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/3309024641391178525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=3309024641391178525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3309024641391178525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3309024641391178525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-tag.html' title='Picture Tag'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SQESu-uo7tI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i1Qq2J_L2yU/s72-c/Texas+Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-5066623429376395863</id><published>2008-10-10T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:58:56.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>Jake is still at NTC, and we are "freinds"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-5066623429376395863?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/5066623429376395863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=5066623429376395863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/5066623429376395863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/5066623429376395863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/10/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-6364532279597915613</id><published>2008-10-10T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:57:48.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Developments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;To those of you who actually read this and care about me, know that I am doing everything safely, when I tell you that I met a guy on the internet.  His name is Nate. He lives in Pocatello, and is a really good guy.  I like the way that he treats me and how he talks to me.  I am very excited to see where this goes!!! I am sorry if this is the first you have heard of him...we have been talking a lot, and the great thing is that we bolth have Verizon, so it is free for bolth of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;   I am pretty sure that this will be a good thing.  So keep me and him in your prayers so that we can have the Spirit and feel its influance to do what God wants us to do, and to be safe.  We planned a trip for me to Idaho to spent Thanksgiving together, and I am Excited to see him.  I am also excited to see my family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;    Other than that, things are good here...I am happy, my jobs are going better, and I get to talk to a good guy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-6364532279597915613?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/6364532279597915613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=6364532279597915613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/6364532279597915613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/6364532279597915613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-developments.html' title='New Developments...'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-3651872323054223323</id><published>2008-10-01T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:21:32.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On in Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Life in Texas is still going on.  I am still working two jobs.  I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; the options in my life.  I am trying to keep my options open with teaching, and management.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attending&lt;/span&gt; institute, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; as much as I can.  I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; out with Jake...if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; out as him being in California at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NTC&lt;/span&gt;, and me here paying his rent, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; out...then yep, we are still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; out.  I was sick last night. I am feeling better and that gave me time to pay mine and Jake's rent.  he asked me to pay it since he is gone for the month.  I thought it would be easy.  So, to make a long story short, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;owes&lt;/span&gt; me $40 or a REALLY GREAT date!!  I told him so, but I haven't heard from him in a week. I guess he is busy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, other than that, life goes on.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; well. Working on being better, and then on to be my best.  I have a meeting with Wendy G.  a lady in the stake that gave our last fireside about how to get ahead at work, and it in&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;spired&lt;/span&gt; me, and hopefully she will give me the networking tips, and numbers I need to get ahead.  Thanks for reading!! I hope that you are all well, and I am happy to report that I finished Twilight.  It was good and well worth the effort!!  I will not tell you what happened, but it is good!!!!!! I am also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; excited for the movie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-3651872323054223323?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/3651872323054223323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=3651872323054223323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3651872323054223323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3651872323054223323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-goes-on-in-texas.html' title='Life Goes On in Texas'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-1825566166419984948</id><published>2008-09-07T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:20:25.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am hooked!!!! It took about 80 pages for me to really get in to the books, but now that I have I am obsessive.  Those of you that know me know  that I am that way, so it shouldn't shock you to know that I finished the Twilight book in about three days, one of which was spent up most of the night reading.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;   I thank all of you for suggesting it and giving me cause to read them, but please be kind, because I am only on book two... I don't want to know what happens yet.  And we all need to coordinate to see the movie in the same week  so, that we can all talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;   To those of you who have not started reading, go out my friends and invest the 8 dollars!!! It is well worth the entertainment, and keep reading, it does pick up!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SO, from now until about three weeks from now, you know where I will be. Reading about Edward, Bella and all their friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-1825566166419984948?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/1825566166419984948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=1825566166419984948' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1825566166419984948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1825566166419984948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT...'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-1200235041503760144</id><published>2008-08-19T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:38:21.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, friends it is the name of the book most of the fourth grade teachers are going to read the first day of school... and that is what I had yesterday at my first day of school!!  When I walked in to Skipcha (pronounced Skipshaw) I was greeted by no one, yet there were lots and lots of teachers (mostly females) talking very loudly, and asking each other about their summers, vacations, kids, hubby's and etc.  I found a table and sat down, waiting for someone familiar to talk to me, and to try and settle my nerves.  I looked in vane for a familiar face.  I was interviewed by three ladies, one being an assistant principal, and I could find none of them.  Then to my great relief, someone I knew introduced me to the fourth grade teachers.  They are all nice.  There are 7 teachers, one resource teacher, and me the aide, that they haven't had in a year!  Needless to say they were happy to meet me.  The person that is above me, and basically my boss, is nice, yet a little lost herself, because she worked with kindergarten, and first grade last year, so she is new too... I proceed to have a very interesting presentation by the principal who is fun, full of energy, and a deep southern drawl.  She is great, I really like her.  After the team building exercise, lunch, and the district belief DVD, we are on our own, to do whatever.  Since I am under Mrs R (to protect the innocent) I have helped her move stuff around in her office, and she tells me to hang out, she has to talk to someone.  An hour later she comes back shocked that I am still there and i am thinking, you told me to say here.  (while there for an hour i am thinking about how i don't know where anything is and if some little kid asks me where the bathroom is they are going to pee their pants before I can find it for them!)  SO she says she is late for an appointment, and that she needs me to shred papers till 4 then clock out. (p.s. i think i single handedly broke the shredder...oops!) I am thinking, no one said anything about clocking in!  I told her that i didn't clock in, and no one told me to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;   So, my first day was fun, and education, and scary all at once.  The moral of today's story is: Teacher's aides should have some sort of orientation and a map to feel at ease with their new jobs!!! (that's all it would have taken for me!)  More first day jitters to come, when the kids start next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-1200235041503760144?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/1200235041503760144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=1200235041503760144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1200235041503760144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1200235041503760144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-jitters.html' title='First day jitters'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-7972874087561564814</id><published>2008-08-08T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:00:01.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The FUN keeps going, and going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I Have decided that the Lord is helping me keep focused with a new job!! I have accepted an aide's position in the Killeen Independent School District as a Resorce Aide at Skipcha Elementry.  I am not sure what all that entails, but i am sure that it will be another one of my adventures.  I told my boss at OG today and he was confused as to why I would take a position like that when I make more there, but I feel that this is an opportunity to make extra money, with out getting burned out, and expand my skills.  So, yes, I am going to keep my job at OG for now, until they put me in management, or I make enough at a school, or I get married. &lt;br /&gt;   Rapid subject change... (for future reference this will be referred to as RSC) I am not dating, but hanging out with a new guy.  I am interested to see where things go, but we haven't even had an official date yet, so please don't ask!! He is an RM, and all that so don't worry.  Oh, I officially started working in the kitchen at OG, and I have to say i like it.  I sweat like no body's business, and I have officially lost 5lbs, since moving here!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;    RSC... I have been working out for two weeks now to The Biggest Loser DVD.  I have noticed a change, and I like it.  To sweeten the deal, and my friend hates me for this, because she can barley walk... I convinced Maranna to join me.  She lives through the block and I love that!!! She will thank me when she is stronger and has tight abs!!! So, I will keep everyone posted, and thanks for the comments!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-7972874087561564814?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/7972874087561564814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=7972874087561564814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/7972874087561564814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/7972874087561564814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-keeps-going-and-going.html' title='The FUN keeps going, and going...'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-3279413879205582612</id><published>2008-07-27T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:39:15.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marrage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;NO!!  I am not getting married... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;, as i think about all my friends that are happily married, I can't help but think of the things that i want to change about my self, and the things that i want in a husband.  Now, to those of you that really know me, i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; set in my ways to ever get married, but as i had a conversation with a girl i know here, i decided that things have to change!!  As i drove to and from a fireside last week this girl (who is not little miss socal&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;butterfly) decided to drill me on what exactly it is that i want in a husband, and how i think it will happen for me, and on and on...It was interesting to say the least!  So, she asked me if i felt inspired to change things, I told her, "Yes, but not in the way that you think."  I said. "I don't think or expect to change who i am to please anyone, but i do feel that there are things that i could be dong to help me a long." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;   I am not talking about anything drastic.  I have been thinking lately about the things that i want for my future family.  Little things like scripture study and daily prayers, to name a few.  I have decided also that my prayers need to change... So that i am not praying that he (the "one") will find me but that i will be in the right place at the right time, and be doing the things that will help me to attract the right kind of people.  I don't know why it took a move to Texas to change my perspective, but please keep praying for me to do those things that i need to to be the kind of wife and mother that i long to be, and that all of you, have shown me how to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;    Thank you to all of you that are better wives and mothers than i think i ever will be!!  I am grateful for your sleepless nights with babies.  Your tears shed wondering if he really likes you for you and the time spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preparing&lt;/span&gt; to go to the temple.  SO... keep being my cheerleader and i will never stop being yours!! I hope that this helps us all remember why you fell in love, and that it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; simple to keep loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-3279413879205582612?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/3279413879205582612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=3279413879205582612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3279413879205582612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3279413879205582612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/07/marrage.html' title='Marrage...'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-3681327841719282347</id><published>2008-07-12T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:08:56.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is an adventure!</title><content type='html'>So, to update, i am now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;!! I love it!!  But, as the title states, my life is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;.  It took us about 18 and a half hours to get here...after a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;detour&lt;/span&gt;some where outside Dallas for gas, and that was fun!  I finally got my house where i want it and things look good.  I was ready to greet my roommate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kathy&lt;/span&gt;, then she texts me and says that she got offered a management job...crap!  So, i go to work...(after a long weekend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;worries&lt;/span&gt; weather or not i have a job, with many tears, phone calls, and prayers and fasting later) And ask if anyone is looking for a place to live?  This cute girl says yes... I have everything ready, she can move in anytime, she doesn't smoke, drink, or even have sex... I get to work today and she tells me that her mom doesn't want her to move out, cause she has 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt;, and her dad is in Iraq and how could she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; take care of all her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt;...so, now i don't have a roommate AGAIN!!! for the second time in two weeks... so all of you pray that i can find a roommate (hopefully the eternal kind) or some way to pay the rent.  I know that i am in the right place, i pray that the Lord will help me find a way out of my adventurous life.   Oh, and not to mention that the kitchen here at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt;, is NOTHING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; to what it was in Illinois.  So, i haven't been able to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; out in less than 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;...and it only takes 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. to cook!!!  And, my oven doesn't work so i have to guess what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; it is at, and then watch it like i am cooking with fire.... It is not fun, but it is my life!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-3681327841719282347?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/3681327841719282347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=3681327841719282347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3681327841719282347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3681327841719282347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-life-is-adventure.html' title='My life is an adventure!'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-3605148569597303016</id><published>2008-06-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:29:04.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks to all of those that helped me feel loved.  To those self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proclaimed&lt;/span&gt; "lame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commenter's&lt;/span&gt;" I say no, you are not.  I just wanted to know if anyone was checking up on me, and you are, so keep it up!!  Thanks again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-3605148569597303016?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/3605148569597303016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=3605148569597303016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3605148569597303016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3605148569597303016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-678453813848520745</id><published>2008-06-17T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:55:32.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unloved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am feeling a little un loved, because people aren't commenting on my blog, myspace or facebook pages...  :(  I am worried the you all have forgoten about me... So to catch you up... I am officially moving to TEXAS on June 30th. My last day of work is the 26th, just in time for the family reunion.  I have a job still at Olive Grden down there, and i also have friends, and a roomie to share expensces!!!! ( that always makes mom happy!)  I am excited, and happy that I worked so hard to get out of debt, and that I can pay for this with help from the roomie!!! It makes me happy!! :)  SO, please let me know how you are and drop me a note!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-678453813848520745?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/678453813848520745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=678453813848520745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/678453813848520745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/678453813848520745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/06/unloved.html' title='Unloved...'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-7635493972109605860</id><published>2008-05-28T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:06.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SD34RNcMcfI/AAAAAAAAADA/VPYS6hP1T-s/s1600-h/einstein.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205589718859543026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SD34RNcMcfI/AAAAAAAAADA/VPYS6hP1T-s/s320/einstein.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have a pop up on my iGoogle page that gives me a quote by Einstine every day. I like it, and think that he was a pretty smart guy, so why not read a quote by him once and a while... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This was today's quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"I am not only a pacifist but a militant pacifist. I am willing to fight for peace. Nothing will end war unless the people themselves refuse to go to war. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I thought that it was interesting, because of the recent Memorial Day. Food for thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-7635493972109605860?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/7635493972109605860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=7635493972109605860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/7635493972109605860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/7635493972109605860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/05/einstine.html' title='Einstine'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SD34RNcMcfI/AAAAAAAAADA/VPYS6hP1T-s/s72-c/einstein.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-1234676307159380416</id><published>2008-05-27T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:43:09.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I am seeking help from all my friends and family that are more computer literate than I am.  I can not save my family links.  I know how to add them but when i go to the "save changes" button, it says that there is an error on the page, so I can't save the changes!!!  This is very very frustrating!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want to be able to look at my friends and family's blogs with out having to click 14 different things!!! if you can help me, please let me know!! thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-1234676307159380416?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/1234676307159380416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=1234676307159380416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1234676307159380416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/1234676307159380416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/05/help.html' title='HELP!!!'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-7248816222083987465</id><published>2008-05-16T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:52:01.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Thanks to all those who served, or are now serving in the armed forces! Thanks to my sister for her ability to always say the right thing to make me cry.  Thanks to the freinds that I have had the honnor to be associated with who also serve in the Army.  They are all great people.   So everyone knows how my sister writes, here is what she wrote to make me cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;Dear Everyone in my Address Book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;I know that some of you got this from my dad and some of you don't know my dad.  I just wanted to tell a quick story about Jim Landerman...my Dad.  He is a veteran of the Vietnam War (although he was blessed enough not to have to serve in combat) He served in the Army and National Guard.  He gave me my name and first priesthood blessing on this country's 200th anniversary July 4th 1976.  Some of you know that I don't like to forward things too often but I hope this touches you as it did me.  The pictures of the soldiers could easily be our husbands, fathers, sons, or brothers.  Thank you to my dad for giving me a deep love for our country and way of life; and thank you to my brother who has been to Iraq and Korea in the past 5 years and knows the emotions of leaving your family to protect thier way of life.  God bless all those men and women who have yet to come home.This link should take you to a video.  Grab a tissue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;What did I tell you? She is the best.  I am truly grateful as well to all of those that serve.  Yet, somehow thank you is not enough to bring back all the tears, sweat, and the time spent away from loved ones, but Thank You just the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="m1" href="http://www.flashdemo.net/gallery/wake/index.htm" target="_blank" s_oid="http://www.flashdemo.net/gallery/wake/index.htm" s_oidt="0"&gt;http://www.flashdemo.net/gallery/wake/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-7248816222083987465?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/7248816222083987465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=7248816222083987465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/7248816222083987465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/7248816222083987465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/05/service.html' title='Service'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-2411466477511645018</id><published>2008-05-06T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:06.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my friends and family!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SCE58_In--I/AAAAAAAAACY/F6i0rt-UCTw/s1600-h/Rexburg+Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197499164864805858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SCE58_In--I/AAAAAAAAACY/F6i0rt-UCTw/s200/Rexburg+Temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i have been surfing the net the last while, and I ran on to my old roomies blogg. I love Steph!!!!!!!! She was a gift form God. I needed a friend that would play the safety dance song @ 10 at night, and introduce things that were "life altering!" (like frozen hot chocolate, horchatta, fresh salsa, and the importance of Mexican food in my diet...) As i think about the last year, i am a little sad... i think i should be in a different place in my life, but with out all of the people that i care about, i would NOT be the person i am today. So, THANK YOU!!!! Thanks to all of the roomies, crushes, loves and not to mention family, that love me for me. I am a better person to know all of you! I am grateful for the lessons learned, tears shed, hugs given, kisses stolen, and lifes changed because i know you. I hope that 28 is the best year yet! I don't know what this year will bring, but i will be a better person next year at this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word of thanks to my parents. WOW!! do they love me! I am grateful that this family is together forever because they fell in love. I am truly grateful to my mother, for her faith and prayers when i was so small. Thanks to dad, for using the priesthood to bless my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimately the Lord gets all the thanks of my heart. I love Him. and am grateful to be here learning and growing in His time table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to being 28!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-2411466477511645018?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/2411466477511645018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=2411466477511645018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2411466477511645018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2411466477511645018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-my-friends-and-family.html' title='I love my friends and family!!!!'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SCE58_In--I/AAAAAAAAACY/F6i0rt-UCTw/s72-c/Rexburg+Temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-8059792942423643676</id><published>2008-04-13T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:08.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I really that Old??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SAKunT-zjiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lPFxPVzp5Fg/s1600-h/April+08+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188901711086063138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SAKunT-zjiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lPFxPVzp5Fg/s400/April+08+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;So, I know that 28 DOESN'T sound that old to most of you out there, but to me it is!!! As I think about my life and where I pictured myself @ 28, I thought that I would be a lot farther along than this... I really thought that I would be married and have about 3.4 kids by now. So, i guess that the Lord had something entirely different in mind for me. So, here I am working with the young women and loving it, and trying to be a better future wife of a returned missionary, but is that really in the plan?? i have to wonder some times... So, life is defiantly not where I planned to be, but as far as the Lord is concerned, I guess I am where He wants me to be, so I will just keep going on, and doing what's right. I guess that sometimes I get weary in doing what I feel I should, so I need to take the council that I heard today to heart, and to just keep going. I am so blessed to be here, at home, learning, in a free country, and just to be alive!! So, when that is all said and done, 28 is not too bad. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-8059792942423643676?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/8059792942423643676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=8059792942423643676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8059792942423643676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/8059792942423643676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-i-really-that-old.html' title='Am I really that Old??'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/SAKunT-zjiI/AAAAAAAAABc/lPFxPVzp5Fg/s72-c/April+08+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-2249478487779962696</id><published>2008-04-04T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:08.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/R_aSwLwzLoI/AAAAAAAAABU/zjkNTNvuBWI/s1600-h/meadowlark.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185493377452551810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/R_aSwLwzLoI/AAAAAAAAABU/zjkNTNvuBWI/s320/meadowlark.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this weekend is my Grandpa's 80&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday... We are having a party for him, and I am excited to see my family.  My brilliant aunts and mother decided to put together a scrap book of stories and pictures from us to him.  So this is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;medow&lt;/span&gt; lark.  It's song goes, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carrie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ann&lt;/span&gt; is a pretty little girl."  My grandpa used to sing it to me when we would be picking strawberries. (my favorite!) I have come to find out that  I was not the only one that he would do this to, but that he would change your name to fit the song of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bird's&lt;/span&gt;, no matter what your name is.  Wow! I love my grandpa!  He is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; patent man, and an example of love to me.  So, thanks grandpa!! for all that you do!! I love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-2249478487779962696?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/2249478487779962696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=2249478487779962696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2249478487779962696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/2249478487779962696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/04/grandpa-park.html' title='Grandpa Park'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/R_aSwLwzLoI/AAAAAAAAABU/zjkNTNvuBWI/s72-c/meadowlark.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-5305198737143927965</id><published>2008-03-30T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:44:33.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Eva</title><content type='html'>So, my aunt eva has given me the incentive to update my blogg.  I am also on my space and facebook... if you want the addresses comment me and i will give them to you all.  So brittany has started a landerman famly blogg and is under that name, i think.  so to update. I am still living at home and liking it enough to save money to move back to texas. I am working at olive garden still and comming up on three years.  I want to be a manager but, not untill i get other things in order.  I am visiting idaho with the folks for grandpa's 80th b-day, and am excited to be here for that.  I am also glad for the vacation from work.  I have been training new servers a lot and that is a lot of work.  So to answer the question that is burnning on your minds... NO, i am not married, if i was everyone would know about it.  I don't even have a boyfriend.  So that explains why i acceped the calling to be the second counsoler in the YW presidancy.  So i guess that that sums it up... Oh and my video collection has about 200 videos in it.. i am a movie junkie.. can you tell?? any way, that is it, and Yes katie, i will call you when it is not midnight when i get off work.. and i miss you too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-5305198737143927965?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/5305198737143927965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=5305198737143927965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/5305198737143927965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/5305198737143927965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2008/03/aunt-eva.html' title='Aunt Eva'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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-7470211206776136009.post-3594207262567714749</id><published>2007-11-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:08.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging in Josh's Jeep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/R0JpyV_9vmI/AAAAAAAAABM/r0nmvD5ltB8/s1600-h/DSCN0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134782838775594594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/R0JpyV_9vmI/AAAAAAAAABM/r0nmvD5ltB8/s400/DSCN0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken on the way to a dance. Where I probibly didn't dace with anyone i really wanted to.  As i recall I was strugeling with a headach that night and really just wanted to sleep, yet my good friends, as they should have, convinced me to go to this dance.  I think i had fun, but can't recall much more than this picture showes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-3594207262567714749?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/3594207262567714749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=3594207262567714749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3594207262567714749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/3594207262567714749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2007/11/hanging-in-joshs-jeep.html' title='Hanging in Josh&apos;s Jeep'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tV9Q9O80VwY/R0JpyV_9vmI/AAAAAAAAABM/r0nmvD5ltB8/s72-c/DSCN0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470211206776136009.post-5428914092988659220</id><published>2007-11-19T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:21:25.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Blog Ever!</title><content type='html'>this is my first blog ever!! i really don't know what to say. I have started this to communicate with the girls that i know and hope that they have fun I will try to poast pictures later.. with permission of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470211206776136009-5428914092988659220?l=jolietyw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/feeds/5428914092988659220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7470211206776136009&amp;postID=5428914092988659220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/5428914092988659220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7470211206776136009/posts/default/5428914092988659220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolietyw.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-first-blog-ever.html' title='My first Blog Ever!'/><author><name>Joliet YW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09635163523937240643</uri><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>
