<?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-2082403530501987918</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:39:28.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing but the girl</title><subtitle type='html'>a little of this, a little of that</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-7817823797370109418</id><published>2011-05-14T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:27:20.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>I miss having friends in town to came over and vist. I know i have Sierra but its not the some . Must &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people that love me are kids, don't get me wrong, I love kids, but I miss people my own age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did have 2 friends but they were nothing but losers and liars, what made me mad the must they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always made me pick them or Steve. I can not do that. so I told them to leave me alone, it was been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over a year now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have  2 really good friends, but they don't life in the some sate, its hard I only seem them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once a year. I known one of them for 15 years, the other one for 12 years. I know who my real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends are. The best part is even Sierra loves them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could make more friends but its hard when I'm never alone,Its great that Steve as a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend that he sees all the time, It seems like my lap top as been my only friend and its sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats how I been feeling lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-7817823797370109418?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/7817823797370109418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=7817823797370109418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/7817823797370109418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/7817823797370109418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-1428995603401848770</id><published>2010-03-20T00:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:44:53.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sierra</title><content type='html'>Sierra is doing a great job this year... she is talking more, and also fully potty trained day and night.. My new fav  is Sierra saying "Yes Mom". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still getting use to having her talk.. so she says new words every day. \&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will be 4 soon and I'm so proud of her.. She as came a long way in the last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is also doing great at school, she loves it there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are having a birthday party for her on 4/1o and she has 2 of her friends from school coming and I think thats a great big step in her big girl life. So I cannot wait to see what she does next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing a great job with her so far. I also think I'm a great stay at home mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also do a lot of things she loves to do like play outside, read books and letting her try do things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for herself also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is also really into Dora and no more Wiggles. So Steve and I are are so happy no more Wiggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the new update on Sierra so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-1428995603401848770?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/1428995603401848770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=1428995603401848770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/1428995603401848770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/1428995603401848770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2010/03/sierra.html' title='Sierra'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-2431423637238060391</id><published>2009-09-01T12:48:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:28:03.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Of  2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/Sp1U8G-cfwI/AAAAAAAAARY/4d1KdtwJ0HI/s1600-h/100_2328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/Sp1U8G-cfwI/AAAAAAAAARY/4d1KdtwJ0HI/s400/100_2328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376546921791651586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a very good year so far.&lt;br /&gt;Sierra want to a school for a 30min for 2 days a week for 6 weeks this summer  she loved it at school ,and she will go to school this Thursday  is her 1st day for 2 hours for a 3 year old schooling and she will be going for 2 days a week 8-10 and they will help her, so Tuesday and Thursday will be her mornings. So she is not a baby anymore. For me I"m good, I like my time when she is napping . She loves to :).  She is all most 3 1/2, she is looking like me more and more.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would up date everyone on Sierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I are fine,we been together for 8 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-2431423637238060391?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/2431423637238060391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=2431423637238060391' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/2431423637238060391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/2431423637238060391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-year.html' title='Fall Of  2009'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/Sp1U8G-cfwI/AAAAAAAAARY/4d1KdtwJ0HI/s72-c/100_2328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-5268896974785390330</id><published>2009-05-29T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:13:02.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The summer is on its way</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c198fd27865652a8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc198fd27865652a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237487%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DC02BAE786D2534BAB0C57641D36E04F0B14021.7AFF7CDE0E4079AFA84359F906402F3BF9AA080E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc198fd27865652a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSa7tE86K3l-xumWWkdofath3kfg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc198fd27865652a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237487%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DC02BAE786D2534BAB0C57641D36E04F0B14021.7AFF7CDE0E4079AFA84359F906402F3BF9AA080E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc198fd27865652a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSa7tE86K3l-xumWWkdofath3kfg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sierra on the swings at a park at my moms, she did not want to get out. She wanted to stay in it all day it was fun seeing her smile and be happy. She had a good time with daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-5268896974785390330?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c198fd27865652a8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/5268896974785390330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=5268896974785390330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5268896974785390330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5268896974785390330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-is-on-its-way.html' title='The summer is on its way'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-5807717921663469106</id><published>2009-05-12T08:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:32:14.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sierra 3 Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SglrGFXAHEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SSQ28Ojr1wo/s1600-h/downsized_0422091327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SglrGFXAHEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SSQ28Ojr1wo/s400/downsized_0422091327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334912985859103810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sierra is blowing bubbles all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SglrFSgS3fI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IFLmgNy5GmQ/s1600-h/0508091503%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SglrFSgS3fI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IFLmgNy5GmQ/s400/0508091503%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334912972207873522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad got Sierra to take a long nap for me last Friday, it was a nice Mothers day gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SglrFPqrkCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fXpdWSE_AvE/s1600-h/0430091309%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SglrFPqrkCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fXpdWSE_AvE/s400/0430091309%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334912971446128674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sierra doing what she dose best being so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SglrFMJcBfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7-lLRi4WC5A/s1600-h/0407091230%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SglrFMJcBfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7-lLRi4WC5A/s400/0407091230%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334912970501391858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sierra full sleep on me, A few weeks ago. I take the pix because I cannot tell if she was sleeping or not and this is the what I saw after I took the pix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-5807717921663469106?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/5807717921663469106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=5807717921663469106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5807717921663469106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5807717921663469106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2009/05/sierra-3-now.html' title='Sierra 3 Now'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SglrGFXAHEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SSQ28Ojr1wo/s72-c/downsized_0422091327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-6332398223398771670</id><published>2009-04-13T09:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:56:16.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC6z5keWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nTEAvoirY6A/s1600-h/100_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC6z5keWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nTEAvoirY6A/s400/100_1848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172762613578082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sierra going to play with the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC6iQRtGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lFkTW71dGW4/s1600-h/100_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC6iQRtGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lFkTW71dGW4/s400/100_1863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172757876978786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sierra and a boy she was playing ball with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC6Zxid7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/CeFXG1b6Ku4/s1600-h/100_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC6Zxid7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/CeFXG1b6Ku4/s400/100_1875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172755600570290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things Nana got her for Easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC6KdUh-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/G8Atnzh2ucE/s1600-h/100_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC6KdUh-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/G8Atnzh2ucE/s400/100_1891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172751489239010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sierra sleeping on the way to the girls on Easter. Only a 15 min nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC5xziM-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/cSsG8iUtMA0/s1600-h/100_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC5xziM-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/cSsG8iUtMA0/s400/100_1894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172744871523298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sierra and Ann on Easter before we had dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-6332398223398771670?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/6332398223398771670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=6332398223398771670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/6332398223398771670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/6332398223398771670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2009/04/sierra-going-to-play-with-kids-sierra.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SeNC6z5keWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nTEAvoirY6A/s72-c/100_1848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-8059786104485141288</id><published>2009-03-18T14:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:11:23.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The person who gives me hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;I'm happy that MS is out of my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life and I hope it stays that way. We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got in fights before but not like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she never stops texting me, never stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving me notes on facebook. but now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has stopped and I hope it stays that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way. And she was telling me that steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put moves on her. He would not do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that. She is full of shit. She needs to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend time looking for a job and spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more time with her son and stop doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shit she is doing. I liked her better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years ago. She even made 2 guys be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends with me so she could see what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up to. that's not what a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does. I'm  so much happier without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her. She needs to work on what type of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person she wants to be. No one likes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her because of it. We are so done with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her. She can kiss my ass and f...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herself. I'm happy i blocked her from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myspace and facebook. She cannot see my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profile on my space anymore, so she had her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy friend friend me to check up on me, It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     BYE xoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-8059786104485141288?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/8059786104485141288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=8059786104485141288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/8059786104485141288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/8059786104485141288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2009/03/person-who-gives-me-hell.html' title='The person who gives me hell'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-7623333677741220540</id><published>2009-02-04T11:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:50:21.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Todder Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SYnHFZvAsVI/AAAAAAAAANU/0lXizx780Tg/s1600-h/sierra+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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So no more MS or LH in my life. I'm not going to be walked all over and no more crying, and I'm not going to have them say I did this or that, when I did nothing wrong. And I'm done fighting with Redbeard about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years day was my last day with the bull shit. MS and I got in a fight over a guy that wanted me to friend him on facebook and myspace and i added him and now we are friends, so one day she said she is not with him anymore because he friended a girl she told him not to and I asked her if the girl was me and she said why would it be u? So he and I talked and he told me it was me after all and i do not like people who lie to me. So I'm done, and it's not good for Sierra either.&lt;br /&gt;So far its been nice and quite. I should have done this a long time ago and it took her 2 weeks to stop texting me so bye for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3590207337710374360?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3590207337710374360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3590207337710374360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3590207337710374360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3590207337710374360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-im-doing-for-myself-this-year.html' title='What I&apos;m Doing For Myself This Year'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-6783799902790181908</id><published>2008-12-17T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:35:29.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sierra Playing In The Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliM-LI2FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IC2eMwtGtP4/s1600-h/102_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliM-LI2FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IC2eMwtGtP4/s400/102_1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280860013056284754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliM7W8B_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/PRpV5qcxwEg/s1600-h/102_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliM7W8B_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/PRpV5qcxwEg/s400/102_1604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280860012300470258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliMpbesKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ntaTheJOur8/s1600-h/102_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliMpbesKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ntaTheJOur8/s400/102_1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280860007487680674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliL2uw1dI/AAAAAAAAAMk/m3vtqpCX3TI/s1600-h/102_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliL2uw1dI/AAAAAAAAAMk/m3vtqpCX3TI/s400/102_1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280859993878353362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliLi31sVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/38gnUK9GU70/s1600-h/102_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliLi31sVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/38gnUK9GU70/s400/102_1597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280859988547711314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She dose not know what to do in the snow, so she just sits there and feels the snow, its real cute, she will not walk in the snow.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-6783799902790181908?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/6783799902790181908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=6783799902790181908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/6783799902790181908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/6783799902790181908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/12/sierra-playing-in-snow.html' title='Sierra Playing In The Snow'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SUliM-LI2FI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IC2eMwtGtP4/s72-c/102_1603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-227840499097885707</id><published>2008-12-04T09:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:28:56.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/STfnuVtHEeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c8DnEHeZBKE/s1600-h/santa2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/STfnuVtHEeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c8DnEHeZBKE/s400/santa2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275940271774175714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/STfnuC_9ZFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qACJ6m4WBbU/s1600-h/niendorf-christmas-lights-klein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/STfnuC_9ZFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qACJ6m4WBbU/s400/niendorf-christmas-lights-klein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275940266752959570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/STfnt7CaC5I/AAAAAAAAAME/21RT2mtCrUU/s1600-h/christmas-lights4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/STfnt7CaC5I/AAAAAAAAAME/21RT2mtCrUU/s400/christmas-lights4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275940264615742354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/STfnttbei6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5iBao2eHllY/s1600-h/Happy-New-Year-Bunny.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/STfnttbei6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5iBao2eHllY/s400/Happy-New-Year-Bunny.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275940260962798498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish every one a Merry Christmas and happy 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to use Christmas pix that i found to make people happy ,I hope it dose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-227840499097885707?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/227840499097885707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=227840499097885707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/227840499097885707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/227840499097885707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/STfnuVtHEeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c8DnEHeZBKE/s72-c/santa2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-5436990440490799137</id><published>2008-11-23T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:38:32.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pre-Thanksgiving Thankful Wish</title><content type='html'>It's coming to the time of year where everyone declares what they're thankful for. So here's what I'm thankful for in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm thankful for my best friend whom I'll see again on Thanksgiving morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For my husband for taking a few days off to spend at home with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For seeing my whole family on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Bloggers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-5436990440490799137?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/5436990440490799137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=5436990440490799137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5436990440490799137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5436990440490799137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/11/pre-thanksgiving-thankful-wish.html' title='A Pre-Thanksgiving Thankful Wish'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-739854147277102210</id><published>2008-11-17T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:17:26.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but the littile girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SSGZDT-cmcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N47ViMMAvis/s1600-h/102_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SSGZDT-cmcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N47ViMMAvis/s400/102_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269661321181043138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SSGZDNR3g_I/AAAAAAAAALs/RW0ihkVTVAI/s1600-h/102_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SSGZDNR3g_I/AAAAAAAAALs/RW0ihkVTVAI/s400/102_1552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269661319383450610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SSGZC5oQaII/AAAAAAAAALk/kR37Al7pY8s/s1600-h/102_1551a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SSGZC5oQaII/AAAAAAAAALk/kR37Al7pY8s/s400/102_1551a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269661314108647554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SSGZCc7J9WI/AAAAAAAAALc/C4KpnfqPu6A/s1600-h/102_1550a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SSGZCc7J9WI/AAAAAAAAALc/C4KpnfqPu6A/s400/102_1550a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269661306403288418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-739854147277102210?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/739854147277102210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=739854147277102210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/739854147277102210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/739854147277102210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-but-littile-girl.html' title='Nothing but the littile girl'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SSGZDT-cmcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N47ViMMAvis/s72-c/102_1554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-4062450025071119474</id><published>2008-11-08T15:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:03:25.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My big 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYGcmD4TRI/AAAAAAAAALU/g0dUH1Pm6xQ/s1600-h/102_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYGcmD4TRI/AAAAAAAAALU/g0dUH1Pm6xQ/s400/102_1533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403902579297554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYF4JmL8tI/AAAAAAAAALM/EZj-yIX6wKI/s1600-h/102_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYF4JmL8tI/AAAAAAAAALM/EZj-yIX6wKI/s400/102_1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403276463272658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYF3zJCwxI/AAAAAAAAALE/z9wCDAAOBy0/s1600-h/102_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYF3zJCwxI/AAAAAAAAALE/z9wCDAAOBy0/s400/102_1538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403270435455762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYF3UrIryI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LF3sk2VM7Aw/s1600-h/102_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYF3UrIryI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LF3sk2VM7Aw/s400/102_1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403262256951074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYF214wScI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Vh00qqAFGuk/s1600-h/102_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYF214wScI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Vh00qqAFGuk/s400/102_1535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403253992573378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;Last week, October 31 (yes, Halloween), we celebrated my 30th birthday. Redbeard took the day off work and we were very busy that day. He took us out for breakfast first and went to visit his co-workers to show off Sierra in her costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then traveled across the state to see my best friend. We had lunch together and we spent a few hours with her and her youngest kid. From there it was a short drive to my grandfather's where my 3 aunts and uncle joined us for my birthday and Halloween celebration. They made my favorites for dinner and we took Sierra out trick or treating. She lasted only about 3 or 4 blocks before she started getting tired and chilly. She still doesn't really understand yet and she might have been a little scared - she was reluctant to go up to doors and she can't say trick or treat yet on command. We stayed the night there and traveled back home the next day, stopping at my great aunts for lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-4062450025071119474?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/4062450025071119474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=4062450025071119474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/4062450025071119474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/4062450025071119474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-big-30.html' title='My big 30'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SRYGcmD4TRI/AAAAAAAAALU/g0dUH1Pm6xQ/s72-c/102_1533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-6908094038135789133</id><published>2008-10-30T16:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:43:30.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just leave me alone</title><content type='html'>Redbeard keeps on asking me to do something for myself - I told him I never do anything for myself. People who read asshole - well I'm doing something for myself, I'm no longer talking to "the HO" for the rest of my life, she had something to do with the asshole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent a nice e-mail to her all about it, and it took her 3 days to write me back. She thinks she had nothing to do with him and I! We all know she did. I'm stick of her shit and her using me to get to guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blocked her e-mail address, her phone numbers and myspace to. I feel so much better and Redbeard and I do not fight as much anymore and I feel so much better and this is what I did for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps on texting me and saying things like I'm sorry and trying to have me be her friend so she can use me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so done with her, she is not a friend people want to know. When you meet her she acts all nice but it does not last long. So if people have a friend in your life that uses you, do not stay friends with them. I should know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-6908094038135789133?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/6908094038135789133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=6908094038135789133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/6908094038135789133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/6908094038135789133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-leave-me-alone.html' title='Just leave me alone'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3098049501972701448</id><published>2008-10-23T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:05:49.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An asshole</title><content type='html'>I was friends with db for like 3 months or so. We had lots of fun. He was a great guy, I knew this guy from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his mom over last week and he thinks I told his mom about us and if I did I said we were just friends. We were all good last weekend and now it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today he keeps on texting me mean things about me... saying I'm a messy person and I'm not a clean person. I told him I have a toddler and its hard to keep a place clean, she like so to make big messes so I clean once in the morning and once after she falls sleep at night. If I'm lucky I maybe able to clean in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my story. I'm done with assholes and mean people in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3098049501972701448?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3098049501972701448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3098049501972701448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3098049501972701448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3098049501972701448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/10/asshole.html' title='An asshole'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3478343220346931365</id><published>2008-10-18T15:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:07:33.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sierra and her friend Christina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpAC1FbEZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QOqcnBQgJ0I/s1600-h/102_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpAC1FbEZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QOqcnBQgJ0I/s400/102_1513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258585932262216082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpADRXonUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Up-EbPJ8zAQ/s1600-h/102_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpADRXonUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Up-EbPJ8zAQ/s400/102_1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258585939854794050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpADsb4ZuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2vNV6v9q5gA/s1600-h/102_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpADsb4ZuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2vNV6v9q5gA/s400/102_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258585947120363234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpAEH_-YSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/W-sAMhqwJa4/s1600-h/102_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpAEH_-YSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/W-sAMhqwJa4/s400/102_1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258585954519507234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpAE_csveI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zHOM5WTXeX0/s1600-h/102_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpAE_csveI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zHOM5WTXeX0/s400/102_1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258585969403936226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were at my friends place all day on Thursday. This is Sierra with her friend thats 10 days older than sierra. They been friends from the day they were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sierra is real good with people and kids, she knows how to share and play good with kids all ages. She may not say a lot but she but thats ok.  She is what she likes to say right now, puppy, up and drown, door and car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3478343220346931365?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3478343220346931365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3478343220346931365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3478343220346931365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3478343220346931365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/10/sierra-and-her-friend-christina.html' title='Sierra and her friend Christina'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SPpAC1FbEZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QOqcnBQgJ0I/s72-c/102_1513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-2347860206304062142</id><published>2008-10-07T08:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:41:12.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SOwPQsm6b1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/--bOr9Nx-es/s1600-h/March08029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SOwPQsm6b1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/--bOr9Nx-es/s400/March08029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254591644761222994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made 3 hats in 2 weeks.  That's the only thing that Sierra lets me do and it gives me something to do when she is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I think of people who I can make a hat for!!!! I made one for a girlfriend, and I made one for a guy friend and I also made one for someone that I work with, that I've just finished. I try to use a lot of different colors and yarn types and will knit 2 or 3 different kinds of yarn together, creating stripes like the one Sierra is wearing in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I  cannot do anything else I like when she is not in bed.&lt;br /&gt; So this is for anyone that likes doing crafts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-2347860206304062142?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/2347860206304062142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=2347860206304062142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/2347860206304062142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/2347860206304062142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-do-for-fun.html' title='What I do for fun'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SOwPQsm6b1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/--bOr9Nx-es/s72-c/March08029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3631940683874829882</id><published>2008-10-01T07:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:09:59.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No more shit</title><content type='html'>I'm no longer friends with MS, I really thought she has changed. One day when I was working, she texted me and Redbeard told her I was working, but he talked to her. By the way she has this thing that every time you ask her something, she always has to ask why. So Redbeard asked her something and after that she needed to know why - he then asked why do you always have to ask why since supposedly we're her friends. Then they get in a very messy fight where she got really nasty and offended me - he saved and showed me the texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm giving up on her for good. I know she will always be the same. I have done so much for her in the last 7 years, and even Redbeard was starting to like her. Every time she came over with her son he took her home and made dinner with them. So I no longer have her on Facebook and Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing so much better without her, I told her to stop texting me and last weekend she text me again. She does not act her age, but that will never happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3631940683874829882?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3631940683874829882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3631940683874829882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3631940683874829882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3631940683874829882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-more-shit.html' title='No more shit'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3035752534917665926</id><published>2008-09-16T17:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:09:59.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friends for life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SNAoicz-wKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yPespOXT5vg/s1600-h/102_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SNAoicz-wKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yPespOXT5vg/s400/102_1430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246738138201505954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is my best friend Erin, I met her for the first time today in 10 years since I last saw her in high school. We were best friends for almost 20 years. We have everything in common. You name it - we have it in common. We even lived close to each other when we were kids, and we liked each other's brothers too. We only had one hour together today but we got to see each other's photos.  We are only 3 years apart in age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always thinking of her, I kept on looking for her on Facebook but in time she came to find me on Facebook. We talk everyday on myspace. She now lives about 2 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy we are good friends again and nothing has changed, and I really like that. It's nice to have a friend that is nice to me and does not fight with me all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3035752534917665926?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3035752534917665926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3035752534917665926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3035752534917665926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3035752534917665926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-friends-for-life.html' title='Best friends for life'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SNAoicz-wKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yPespOXT5vg/s72-c/102_1430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-6069179422115776485</id><published>2008-09-12T07:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:49:50.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sierra says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SMpXKw-i5WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rt3UeHWR83A/s1600-h/102_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SMpXKw-i5WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rt3UeHWR83A/s400/102_1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245100558483907938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is saying so much now, like she loves saying toast, cook,butter,book and puppy its real cute.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-6069179422115776485?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/6069179422115776485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=6069179422115776485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/6069179422115776485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/6069179422115776485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-sierra-says_12.html' title='What Sierra says'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SMpXKw-i5WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rt3UeHWR83A/s72-c/102_1349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3828959948302395666</id><published>2008-09-04T11:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:24:24.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sierra says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SL_9j0zLSuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0bSDRktFs_I/s1600-h/102_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SL_9j0zLSuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0bSDRktFs_I/s400/102_1394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242187283193088738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will sierra says apple all the time.  Every time she sees something round or red she always says apple its real cute. I think she found the word apple from the Wiggles, I have that apple  one saved for her to which everyday, So that is what is new with Sierra right now.&lt;br /&gt;Most kids get into like a show or move, not my kid shes into apples right now she even eats them to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3828959948302395666?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3828959948302395666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3828959948302395666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3828959948302395666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3828959948302395666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-sierra-says.html' title='What Sierra says'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SL_9j0zLSuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0bSDRktFs_I/s72-c/102_1394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-1303267527012592862</id><published>2008-08-29T12:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:51:52.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of  camp Willey</title><content type='html'>there is a video of all the photos  of camp Willey i hope everyone well like it, by the way i'm the one that made this one, but Redbeard help me put it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ee128006d3f935c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/1303267527012592862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=1303267527012592862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/1303267527012592862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/1303267527012592862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/08/part-2-of-camp-willey.html' title='Part 2 of  camp Willey'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-4812178703662763980</id><published>2008-08-23T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:47:59.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Willey</title><content type='html'>One year ago, my dad married a very lovely woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we celebrated their anniversary with a giant shindig, here are some pictures... He really knows how to throw a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtey__FEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YL8KWBmDBgo/s1600-h/102_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtey__FEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YL8KWBmDBgo/s400/102_1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237877111229715522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new pool and even newer waterfall feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtfKdsocI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pQd6DHyKIqE/s1600-h/102_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtfKdsocI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pQd6DHyKIqE/s400/102_1360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237877117528351170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls: my brother's girlfriend AC, my aunt MW, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtfQjI-JI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HHazvI-MabY/s1600-h/102_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtfQjI-JI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HHazvI-MabY/s400/102_1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237877119161792658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They brought back the red shirts. Tent City in the background, but we didn't stay overnight. We have a child with a bedtime, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtf3uYpiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HLMXJa3CYkY/s1600-h/102_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtf3uYpiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HLMXJa3CYkY/s400/102_1380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237877129677940258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the orange shirt with reflective strips. Very Devo-esque. Crack that whip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtgBdK9aI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yT1eUav_6us/s1600-h/102_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtgBdK9aI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yT1eUav_6us/s400/102_1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237877132290094498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 square feet of beef!!!! 9 square feet of potatoes!!!! One ginormous grill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-4812178703662763980?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/4812178703662763980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=4812178703662763980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/4812178703662763980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/4812178703662763980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/08/camping-willey.html' title='Camping Willey'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SLCtey__FEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YL8KWBmDBgo/s72-c/102_1357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-4618664693272850842</id><published>2008-08-16T15:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:56:20.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls, part 2</title><content type='html'>SM picked me up last night and we went to her sister's party. She was selling beauty products for your skin, your face, everything. We soaked our feet in some hot water with salts for about 20 minutes while the ladies were explaining the products to us. I put some cream on my hands and it made them really soft and smelled like tangerines. I was out for about 3 1/2 hours and I had a lot of fun and met some new people. It was well worth the wait, SM is a really nice person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-4618664693272850842?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/4618664693272850842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=4618664693272850842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/4618664693272850842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/4618664693272850842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls-part-2.html' title='The girls, part 2'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-9084005818563944089</id><published>2008-08-15T08:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:27:55.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls</title><content type='html'>I got to have girls out night tonight,  With someone I work with. SM is  very nice and she wants to be friends out of work so that is really nice. You have to be careful who you talk to at work, because some people will go round and tell everyone and before you know it the hole store knows it , that is why i like SM she is not like that.  Its going to be nice to got away from  Redbeard for a few hours. &lt;br /&gt;  I have not a day to myself in 3ms, the last time was in may when i was at my moms. I think we both need a few hours part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-9084005818563944089?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/9084005818563944089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=9084005818563944089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/9084005818563944089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/9084005818563944089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls.html' title='The girls'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-2789410486483445096</id><published>2008-08-12T16:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:23:12.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Redbeard</title><content type='html'>I want to say thanks to Redbeard, for all he as done for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;I been with him for 7 years, and hes been helping me fit in.So we should all say Thank Redbeard for his time of need. So i do not know what else to say but "Thank you Redbeard for all you have done for nothing but the girl"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy thank you for being such a great dadddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Lots of love sierra and nothing but the girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-2789410486483445096?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/2789410486483445096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=2789410486483445096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/2789410486483445096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/2789410486483445096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-for-redbeard.html' title='This is for Redbeard'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3225669560051859662</id><published>2008-08-08T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:22:52.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years later</title><content type='html'>In high school, I met this guy named Darryl from another friend. We hung out briefly in school, but not really. For the last 10 years since high school, I forgot all about him. Until now. Through the wonders of MySpace, I found him and we reconnected. We got to talking and as it turns out, his brother is my manager at the store, the one who replaced June as you recall from an earlier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also recently I've reconnected with Erin, whom I've known since I was small and growing up since she lived around the corner from me. She found me on Facebook and we talk back and forth all day every day since she's a stay at home mom too. It's like having a sister back, we were pretty close back in the day. We tell each other secrets and other sisterly things (since I've never had a real sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After losing my other loser bitch friend L that I posted about a couple weeks ago, who doesn't care about anyone but herself, it's good to know I still have good friends out there who I know won't screw me over and make me feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, an update on M whom I mentioned in an earlier blog. She's made a big turnaround and is doing well. She stopped the lying, she doesn't seem as unstable and she's actually starting to be a good friend. Even Redbeard likes the changes she's made. She's a lot better friend than L is now, and I'm really happy about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3225669560051859662?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3225669560051859662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3225669560051859662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3225669560051859662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3225669560051859662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-years-later.html' title='10 years later'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3806530194231724562</id><published>2008-08-04T18:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:56:35.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the real Sierra please stand up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SJeIgOoE10I/AAAAAAAAAHc/gKlFr-SDIik/s1600-h/shiloh-jolie-pitt-bonpoint-baby-03.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SJeIgOoE10I/AAAAAAAAAHc/gKlFr-SDIik/s200/shiloh-jolie-pitt-bonpoint-baby-03.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230799579477497666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SJeIgg5AAAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l16cW6P-5Yo/s1600-h/102_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SJeIgg5AAAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l16cW6P-5Yo/s200/102_0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230799584380321794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot the real Sierra? One of these photos is Sierra, the other is Shiloh Jolie-Pitt. Quite the resemblance, and almost the same age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3806530194231724562?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3806530194231724562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3806530194231724562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3806530194231724562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3806530194231724562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-real-sierra-please-stand-up.html' title='Will the real Sierra please stand up?'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SJeIgOoE10I/AAAAAAAAAHc/gKlFr-SDIik/s72-c/shiloh-jolie-pitt-bonpoint-baby-03.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-5221745826862564517</id><published>2008-08-01T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:45:29.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of summer of 2008</title><content type='html'>This is Sierra with grandpapa and grandmama at the park. Sierra was singing a song when grandpapa was pushing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e725f67e2fd03614" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De725f67e2fd03614%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237487%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FFD96A84A7054E7241C58E6CC0BECDF9C5050B3.6FB4C12AEAB749A3751B3D1378EE44F99E62E982%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De725f67e2fd03614%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwPATazWBbelvo_rlM29k5FgaClk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De725f67e2fd03614%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237487%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FFD96A84A7054E7241C58E6CC0BECDF9C5050B3.6FB4C12AEAB749A3751B3D1378EE44F99E62E982%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De725f67e2fd03614%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwPATazWBbelvo_rlM29k5FgaClk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-5221745826862564517?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e725f67e2fd03614&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/5221745826862564517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=5221745826862564517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5221745826862564517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5221745826862564517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-summer-of-2008.html' title='The end of summer of 2008'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-7504908971220934055</id><published>2008-07-29T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:45:59.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Seven Questions</title><content type='html'>1. What's your Lucky Number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All shades of blue, especially teal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie - my dad's house and my mom's house. Both their homes feel like a getaway bed and breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who do you look up to or who are your heroes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband Redbeard, my best guy friend Allan, and my dad. Redbeard saved me from a terrible relationship and helped me with my disability. My father never gave up on me and is always there for me to talk to, even at 3 in the morning like when I called from the hospital after having Sierra. Al because he's the only guy friend besides Redbeard that I can count on and likes me for and has never taken advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your dream job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two- masseuse/massage therapist or child care. I like helping people relax and everyone tells me how good my backrubs are, and I love children of all ages and feel like a child at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is your favorite actor or address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is your favorite music group or singer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie - Maroon 5 and Robin Thicke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-7504908971220934055?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/7504908971220934055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=7504908971220934055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/7504908971220934055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/7504908971220934055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-seven-questions.html' title='Wednesday Seven Questions'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-9126986238266435521</id><published>2008-07-25T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:59:04.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Names of The Girl</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was young, I've had several nicknames given to me by my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is on October 31. Yes, Halloween. So I've always been my dad's little pumpkin and my mom's little witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you already know, my name is Jess. But my brothers and my dad have made many corruptions of that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it started as Jen. Then Jenny-freeze and Jen-Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending most of my time with the guys after my mom left, I was just one of the guys. They started calling me Jeffrey, or Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you know I get called The Girl by them too. Other wacky ones have been Cole Slaw, The Man, Jennipers, and Flossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-9126986238266435521?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/9126986238266435521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=9126986238266435521' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/9126986238266435521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/9126986238266435521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/many-names-of-girl.html' title='The Many Names of The Girl'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-5263093159690502594</id><published>2008-07-24T07:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:29:33.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mama song</title><content type='html'>More of Sierra being cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7f1ce69ea2b3543e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7f1ce69ea2b3543e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/5263093159690502594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=5263093159690502594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5263093159690502594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5263093159690502594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/mama-song.html' title='The Mama song'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-11400581835718862</id><published>2008-07-22T15:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:57:11.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a lot better</title><content type='html'>I'm doing so much better now, we all are feeling and doing better. Thank you for all of your help. There is not much to say this time around. &lt;br /&gt;All Sierra and I do is play outside with her friends for a few hours a day, if it's not raining outside. Sierra does real well with the 3 kids, their ages are 6,4, and 4 years old. Sierra gets along very well with them. I talk to the 6 year old's mom so it gives both of us something to do while the kids play. We play behind the B building. There is a sandbox, bubbles, bikes, things like that. We play from 10-12 every day. After we get back inside, she gets a bath and clean clothes, and a nice lunch. Then later she will take a nap for like in hour or so. Once a week my friend comes over with her 4 year old boy, Sierra and him get along real well, a lot better than my ex-friend's little girl. When she comes over I do something real nice for her, so we are doing cookies this week. Papa (my dad) also comes over once a week to visit Sierra, they love seeing each other. So that's what Sierra and I do all week long when Redbeard is working. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-11400581835718862?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/11400581835718862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=11400581835718862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/11400581835718862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/11400581835718862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/freeing-alot-better.html' title='Feeling a lot better'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3616068389142506168</id><published>2008-07-20T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:40:01.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Claire" Mind</title><content type='html'>First I want to give this to Claire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SIOL-qOyzAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iW9kjXlEtdg/s1600-h/claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SIOL-qOyzAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iW9kjXlEtdg/s400/claire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225173901284396034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I want to get this off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend I've known for 12 years. We each have a baby girl who are only 10 days apart from each other in age. We have been through a lot, both good and bad. We both did Facebook, but she is no longer is on it, she had me delete her off Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we found this guy we both knew in high school, so she kept on trying to talk to him. He decided to tell me that he wanted her to stop writing him, as this guy and her starting talking before I did. He deleted her from her friend and he told me he wanted nothing to do with her, because he thought she was trying to hook up with him and he has a girfriend. So I told her what we talked about all throughout the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I got a very nasty e-mail from her..... telling me that I'm no good and why is Steve married to me because I'm hiding things from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she is better from everyone else- even though she use to mess around with other guys when she was married years ago and also now that she's with another guy for 6 years. She is also a big liar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time we got in a big fight. The first fight we had had to do with Redbeard and her. Before we were married, he left me for her for 6 weeks. Later, Redbeard and I got back together, and I forgive both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - We got in a fight over this guy that she used to be friends with. I do not remember to much about it, but she was fooling around with guys again. He stopped talking to her too as he got engaged and didn't want anything to do with her again either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our third and final fight. We are no longer friends now, I'm never going to talk to her again. I will be a lot happier without her, I know I'm a lot better person than she is. She hates me and I did nothing wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometime today she texted me and says "ur stupid cause any man that loves his wife wouldn't let her fuck other men." I'm a very good loyal wife and mother - so she come say whatever she wants about me but when you talk about someone's family that's crossing the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you bloggers for listening to me. This really helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3616068389142506168?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3616068389142506168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3616068389142506168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3616068389142506168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3616068389142506168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/claire-mind.html' title='A &quot;Claire&quot; Mind'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SIOL-qOyzAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iW9kjXlEtdg/s72-c/claire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-1052540360832132907</id><published>2008-07-20T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:01:02.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodle Week: Body Doodle</title><content type='html'>Dude, I can't skateboard in the rain with all these puddles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_zsU9rACI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Yh7ExFpuYMI/s1600-h/SUN+PEOPLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_zsU9rACI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Yh7ExFpuYMI/s400/SUN+PEOPLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224162035640238114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-1052540360832132907?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/1052540360832132907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=1052540360832132907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/1052540360832132907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/1052540360832132907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/doodle-week-body-doodle.html' title='Doodle Week: Body Doodle'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_zsU9rACI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Yh7ExFpuYMI/s72-c/SUN+PEOPLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3983215983870265389</id><published>2008-07-19T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:01:02.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodle Week: Pet Doodle</title><content type='html'>Here is a nice doodle of a kitty lapping up her milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_yxorTLlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Thxe76ifFjo/s1600-h/SAT+(PET).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_yxorTLlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Thxe76ifFjo/s400/SAT+(PET).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224161027319606866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know she's an evil kitty who hates boring doodles, so she ordered the sun to kill the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_yxupX2zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ex8hUsm1n_U/s1600-h/PART+2+FOR+SAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_yxupX2zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ex8hUsm1n_U/s400/PART+2+FOR+SAT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224161028922137394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3983215983870265389?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3983215983870265389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3983215983870265389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3983215983870265389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3983215983870265389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/doodle-week-pet-doodle.html' title='Doodle Week: Pet Doodle'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_yxorTLlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Thxe76ifFjo/s72-c/SAT+(PET).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-5606363921415485228</id><published>2008-07-18T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:01:02.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodle Week: Evil Doodle</title><content type='html'>Stop crapping on my lawn, damn dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_x29_kSOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rbs86weVrlE/s1600-h/FRIDAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_x29_kSOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rbs86weVrlE/s400/FRIDAY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224160019429476578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-5606363921415485228?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/5606363921415485228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=5606363921415485228' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5606363921415485228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5606363921415485228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/doodle-week-evil-doodle.html' title='Doodle Week: Evil Doodle'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH_x29_kSOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rbs86weVrlE/s72-c/FRIDAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-2816666013286174325</id><published>2008-07-17T07:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T07:15:01.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in your backyard (its doodle week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH8o-nOB_YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ef0xl33Ii8M/s1600-h/vacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH8o-nOB_YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ef0xl33Ii8M/s400/vacation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223939148917898626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This what some people do in your backyard, so you do not have to spend money on gas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-2816666013286174325?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/2816666013286174325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=2816666013286174325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/2816666013286174325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/2816666013286174325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-in-your-backyard-its-doodle-week.html' title='Just in your backyard (its doodle week)'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH8o-nOB_YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ef0xl33Ii8M/s72-c/vacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-2571120022358756523</id><published>2008-07-16T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:10:44.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodle Week: Garden Doodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://redbeardonredsox.blogspot.com"&gt;My Man Redbeard&lt;/a&gt; was working on some doodles for &lt;a href="http://stickfiguregrrl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Claire's Doodle Week&lt;/a&gt;, I wanted to make a doodle contribution. Here it is! And please feel free to comment on older posts if you haven't already! Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH6bT3-qMeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8vyewGET_1E/s1600-h/love+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223783383542936034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH6bT3-qMeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8vyewGET_1E/s400/love+summer.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/2082403530501987918-2571120022358756523?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/2571120022358756523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=2571120022358756523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/2571120022358756523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/2571120022358756523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/doodle-week-garden-doodle.html' title='Doodle Week: Garden Doodle'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SH6bT3-qMeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8vyewGET_1E/s72-c/love+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-776407070192840212</id><published>2008-07-15T08:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:32:08.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Stay At Home Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHyVkGLh1SI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cBue_uP_w8c/s1600-h/2006_0406(007).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223214115209729314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHyVkGLh1SI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cBue_uP_w8c/s400/2006_0406(007).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Sierra was first born, 9 pounds, 2 ounces, 21 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHyVk6tgULI/AAAAAAAAAFU/b6vN1jvxG0U/s1600-h/2006_0411(001).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223214129310879922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHyVk6tgULI/AAAAAAAAAFU/b6vN1jvxG0U/s400/2006_0411(001).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa sleeping with Sierra, the night my dad watched Sierra for us, because &lt;a href="http://redbeardonredsox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Redbeard&lt;/a&gt; had to take me to the ER. This is what we saw when we came home that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHyVlW9dfzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wJHht4iDNbg/s1600-h/2006_0618(003).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223214136893996850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHyVlW9dfzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wJHht4iDNbg/s400/2006_0618(003).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sierra holding a flag, the day my little brother came home from Iraq. That was his 1st time he saw her, he loved her. Father's Day, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHyVl2_MmGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wpyuSHU_MKU/s1600-h/2006_0618(003).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHyVmLiwxtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZqABY5pD7EA/s1600-h/102_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223214151009093330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHyVmLiwxtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZqABY5pD7EA/s400/102_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sierra and Mom in an apple tree last October, we had fun apple picking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I wanted to tell people how much fun I'm having being a stay at home mom. I think I'm doing a great job so far. She goes to bed real well and sleeps all night, she loves people, she listens real well. She is good about 75% of the time. I think this is the best job in the world, I think was born to be a mom. So have a nice week everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-776407070192840212?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/776407070192840212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=776407070192840212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/776407070192840212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/776407070192840212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-stay-at-home-mom.html' title='Being A Stay At Home Mom'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHyVkGLh1SI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cBue_uP_w8c/s72-c/2006_0406(007).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3966892254884252892</id><published>2008-07-12T18:14:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:42:44.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 Of Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHku5DRJS9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/72z3Un348Is/s1600-h/102_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222256800577440722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHku5DRJS9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/72z3Un348Is/s400/102_1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sierra could not wait to go, she wanted to drive for daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHkufmCSGUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vjTBp_39Ahk/s1600-h/102_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222256363233745218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHkufmCSGUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vjTBp_39Ahk/s400/102_1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sierra and her cousins, Marc in the middle, he is 12. Then Nathan is the one next to Marc, and he is 9. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHktyDktXnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zxPtZ1YxdaY/s1600-h/102_1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222255580888784498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHktyDktXnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zxPtZ1YxdaY/s400/102_1216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not mess with me, I'm camping!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHkto8mdZvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EB6tVwxAQJ4/s1600-h/102_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222255424398255858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHkto8mdZvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EB6tVwxAQJ4/s400/102_1150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, it want by so fast. We had very nice weather, it only rained one day for only in hour. Sierra had lots of fun, it was fun seeing her running round and also loving the water. One night she had a sleepover with her auntie Catherine, she had a great time, as Steve and I want to out and visit it my aunt, it was fun staying out later. It was very :( sad picking up and going home, Sierra was very happy to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHktJRNeL0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/rZlk3wo4Epo/s1600-h/102_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222254880174780226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHktJRNeL0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/rZlk3wo4Epo/s400/102_1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3966892254884252892?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3966892254884252892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3966892254884252892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3966892254884252892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3966892254884252892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/07/part-2-of-camping.html' title='Part 2 Of Camping'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SHku5DRJS9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/72z3Un348Is/s72-c/102_1135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-6178557776046232136</id><published>2008-06-30T18:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:03:41.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Of Camping For 20 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGlhzwy-CyI/AAAAAAAAADw/-XEtLa4L21M/s1600-h/2006_0703(002).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217809185185336098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGlhzwy-CyI/AAAAAAAAADw/-XEtLa4L21M/s400/2006_0703(002).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sierra's 1st camping trip - taking her into the lake for her first lake swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGlhUU2uVPI/AAAAAAAAADo/wA5sIhQOM3Q/s1600-h/2006_0702(006).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217808645108946162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGlhUU2uVPI/AAAAAAAAADo/wA5sIhQOM3Q/s400/2006_0702(006).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my brothers in front of the lean-to. Mike is on the left he is the youngest, and Nick is the one on the right he is the middle child. Most people don't realize I'm the oldest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGlhLPOorXI/AAAAAAAAADg/6rYzdzZu-vk/s1600-h/2006_0701(007).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217808488979803506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGlhLPOorXI/AAAAAAAAADg/6rYzdzZu-vk/s400/2006_0701(007).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's uncle Mike with Sierra and his dog. Sierra loves dogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a preview of our vacation that's coming up next week. Every year for the last 20 years I've gone camping with my family at Lake Groton, Vermont in the "Northeast Kingdom". It is a long beautiful glacial lake that's 3/4 of a mile wide and 6 miles long. At one end is Owl's Head, Big Deer and Little Deer Mountains. At the other end Lake Groton empties into Rickers Pond and further down the valley. The lush Green Mountains surround it on on all sides aside from the lower valley to the south which flows into the Waits River. Most nights the call of the Common Loon can be heard throughout the campground as they stride the lake waters. We also love feeding the ducks that regularly visit the lakefront sites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-6178557776046232136?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/6178557776046232136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=6178557776046232136' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/6178557776046232136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/6178557776046232136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-of-camping-for-20-years.html' title='The Love Of Camping For 20 Years'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGlhzwy-CyI/AAAAAAAAADw/-XEtLa4L21M/s72-c/2006_0703(002).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-7274486856684169720</id><published>2008-06-26T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:23:31.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post: The Littler Mermaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGQyb43bxDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bQ-LHUiI7y0/s1600-h/102_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216349723104625714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGQyb43bxDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bQ-LHUiI7y0/s400/102_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGQycKMT5OI/AAAAAAAAADA/LesYpFY0bXk/s1600-h/102_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216349727755592930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGQycKMT5OI/AAAAAAAAADA/LesYpFY0bXk/s400/102_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGQycp7AUtI/AAAAAAAAADI/T3FIIBj4Wxg/s1600-h/102_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216349736272941778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGQycp7AUtI/AAAAAAAAADI/T3FIIBj4Wxg/s400/102_1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGQyc56HJbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Cgp7Ab5Zsck/s1600-h/102_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216349740564161970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGQyc56HJbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Cgp7Ab5Zsck/s400/102_1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-7274486856684169720?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/7274486856684169720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=7274486856684169720' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/7274486856684169720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/7274486856684169720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-post-littler-mermaid.html' title='Picture Post: The Littler Mermaid'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SGQyb43bxDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bQ-LHUiI7y0/s72-c/102_1075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-3607000172392795165</id><published>2008-06-24T20:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:48:58.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do the good ones always go early?</title><content type='html'>With the passing of George Carlin this week, my note to &lt;a href="http://dinosaurcasserole.blogspot.com"&gt;Sparkle Plenty&lt;/a&gt; inspired me to think about other early leavings. Not those who died, but good friends I've worked with that left the job much earlier than anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was Jimmy Shimmy from the meat department. I gave him that name because of a dance he always did, the Jimmy Shimmy. He left so long ago it's hard to remember the specifics but he always made working with him so much more enjoyable. He transferred to another store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Jamie, another meat department guy. I had very good memories of him. In our store while we were away from our loved ones, we would always joke about having a [name of store] boyfriend/husband or girlfriend/wife. Jamie was mine and it was always good for a laugh. We pretended Sierra was our child and he would ask me how our baby is doing. He also transferred to another store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the store manager Mike left. He and I got along so well we had a special bond. When I came to my fifth year anniversary, he called a big huddle with the whole store. He gave me flowers, a cake, a nice card, and my five year pin. I really appreciate him now because the current store manager does everything by the book and doesn't call huddles that much anymore and really isn't fun to work for anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Nancy, my loving department manager. She was like a mother to me. I even bore a resemblance to her so people often thought I was her daughter. She said when she was in school, her photo looked almost exactly as I did then. We are still close today even though she doesn't work there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth was June, who was first an assistant manager to Nancy. Then when Nancy transferred to the bakery, June stepped up and filled her managerial shoes. We were like sisters, I could tell her anything. She would let me slack off in her office with her just a bit and I would give her backrubs. She would ask me to bring up some papers from seafood and she would have me hang out with her in her office for like an hour sometimes. If someone called up to her on the phone, June would tell the other person I was busy and continue the conversation or whatever we were doing. June moved across country to Wyoming to be back with her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chuck left. Another meat department guy (I don't know what it is about them). He took over where Jamie left off. We gave each other the biggest bear hugs and I always put a smile on his face. Now he floats from store to store filling in at different meat departments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last there was the brat of the deli, Barb. We called each other that, she was a sweetheart and always made working on the weekends fun. She was always laughing and smiling. We would pretend the bathroom was her office and everytime she had a weird senior moment, she would say "I'm on my beach". Sadly, she is leaving to go work at the hospital starting on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-3607000172392795165?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/3607000172392795165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=3607000172392795165' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3607000172392795165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/3607000172392795165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-do-good-ones-always-go-early.html' title='Why do the good ones always go early?'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-22506743043925625</id><published>2008-06-20T19:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:35:39.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Bride's Worst Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SFw-liyIPLI/AAAAAAAAACw/LBkSw_ymoA4/s1600-h/doritos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SFw-liyIPLI/AAAAAAAAACw/LBkSw_ymoA4/s400/doritos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214111283301334194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-22506743043925625?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/22506743043925625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=22506743043925625' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/22506743043925625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/22506743043925625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/06/mother-of-brides-worst-nightmare.html' title='Mother of the Bride&apos;s Worst Nightmare'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SFw-liyIPLI/AAAAAAAAACw/LBkSw_ymoA4/s72-c/doritos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-4555051565878339784</id><published>2008-06-18T20:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:47:55.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deli Family</title><content type='html'>I've been working in the same supermarket deli for 8 years now. I first started out as a bagger but was quickly transferred to the deli after 5 months because the paper bags would irritate the skin on my hands and arms severely. After one year, I met Redbeard there. He had just moved to Vermont and he was a part-time night person and I was an almost-full-time day person. Every so often our hours would overlap, and we met and worked side by side. One day when he was coming into work and I was returning from a break, I caught him at the stairs and told him I had a confession to make. I told him me and my friend M thought he was cute. He was stunned and didn't know what to say, but he played along and our friendship grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, at the end of M's shift, he asked her out to a movie. Initially she said yes, and she left. 10 minutes later she called back and said she couldn't go on the date, something about her parents (she was 19 at the time and living at home with very protective parents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day, which was a Monday, he came into the store in the middle of the day on his lunch break to buy some salads. He got a seafood salad and a ham salad, and he also got my number. My mouth dropped to the ground like dammmnnnnn.... M came in later that day for her shift and I told her about Redbeard (back in those days, he didn't have a goatee) and she got extremely upset and said that's my man and called all sorts of nasty names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home later that afternoon, and he wasn't working the deli that night, so he called me. We talked for about an hour, and I enticed him over to my place (still 22 and living at home with my dad) with a big screen tv, a hot tub, and playstation 2. We hit it off immediately and that first night we had some fun, after being friends for a couple of weeks. It wasn't much later that I made a man out of him. He quit a couple of months later because of M and her sorry attitude, but no biggie, we were moving in together soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just over a year later, he asked me to marry him on Christmas morning 2002 in front of my mother, after we had opened up all our presents. It was then that he said "Santa Claus isn't done, he has one more present for you." He turned around to face me, took something out of his pocket, got down on his knee and asked me to marry him! He was so nervous he almost forgot to kneel, I halfway said "aren't you forgetting something?" We were married in May 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SFmrO5zKDJI/AAAAAAAAACg/n4QeBUz2r5g/s1600-h/394939885103_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SFmrO5zKDJI/AAAAAAAAACg/n4QeBUz2r5g/s400/394939885103_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213386316179967122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SFmrO_8vHWI/AAAAAAAAACo/yOtMPCAw2rU/s1600-h/330747885103_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SFmrO_8vHWI/AAAAAAAAACo/yOtMPCAw2rU/s400/330747885103_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213386317830757730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sierra came along 2 years later. Now I just work weekends and stay at home during Redbeard's work week and weekends are Sierra's daddy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now every time we take Sierra shopping with us at my store, it literally takes at least an hour because everyone wants to stop us and talk to us and see Sierra. They ask the same questions over and over: "Are you back to work again?" "You off today?" "How old is Sierra now?" "She's getting so big, I can't believe she's two already!" It really makes us crazy and it takes all our strength to restrain from rolling our eyes. So, we cheat on our store and go shopping the next town over so it doesn't take five years to do the shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how we became "The &lt;i&gt;Deli&lt;/i&gt; Family."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-4555051565878339784?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/4555051565878339784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=4555051565878339784' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/4555051565878339784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/4555051565878339784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/06/deli-family.html' title='The Deli Family'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gsMc-C9imdY/SFmrO5zKDJI/AAAAAAAAACg/n4QeBUz2r5g/s72-c/394939885103_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-5530451164913808368</id><published>2008-06-17T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:45:16.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Story of a Lovely Lady...</title><content type='html'>Before we get too far into blogging, I want to give you some background on me. Not really my life story, but a little about why I do the things I do. Just so you know, my man Redbeard is doing the typing and transcription of notes and ideas from paper to the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born with ADD (Attention Deficiency Disorder). Because of it I had to take Ritalin for 7 years and got off of it my junior year of high school. My parents did not know what to do with me so they left it to the Special Ed teachers. I also have a learning disability. When I got to middle school, I also had a stutter for all 4 years that I eventually grew out of but I still do it occasionally. The most embarrassing part was if you missed a time to take your medication, the nurses paged you over the PA or came to your class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to take normal classes with the help of an aide, so I wasn't stuck in the Special Ed room all day, only for study hall. I was higher functioning than most of the kids in special ed, but moreso in high school. But I've always had a problem reading and spelling. I could read and spell small things, but wasn't very good at it until my sophomore year in high school. What helped me most was reading Robert Frost short stories. Even though I had a disability, the kids didn't pick on me, only for my stuttering. It also helped that I had two popular brothers who always stuck up for me and were always there for me. What really got me far in life and in school was staying positive and being friendly toward everyone. Because of this, in middle school I won the Friendship Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe my life to a special teacher Mrs. Roy for all she's ever done for me for 7 years. She helped me to read, get better grades, she always made me feel good about myself, and always told me she wishes more students would be more positive like me. I'm sorry to say she's not teaching anymore due to illness. I'd like to dedicate this post to Mrs. Roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say thank you to my lovely husband [Redbeard] and Sierra for all they have done for me. Thanks to them my ADD is under control, I feel more normal now more than I've ever felt in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-5530451164913808368?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/5530451164913808368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=5530451164913808368' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5530451164913808368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/5530451164913808368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/06/heres-story-of-lovely-lady.html' title='Here&apos;s the Story of a Lovely Lady...'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082403530501987918.post-7984873303300064479</id><published>2008-06-16T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:32:51.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You wanna hear a good story or have a good laugh? Sorry, you're going to have to wait until later for that. This is my first post after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I will say is that I'm a married part time supermarket worker and a full time mom of one gorgeous 2 year old. Here I'll be sharing with you my family, talk about friends, and my gripes about work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To start, here's a video of my girl Sierra. She loves to dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0080be54228543f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0080be54228543f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237488%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E40B2064FECA8C64572459E6351B2C4233706CA.1C31243E412B354961D76DA74C0304AB642E57FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0080be54228543f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr1mRM7lBa_9FwCY-laX3TRNlGKM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0080be54228543f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237488%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E40B2064FECA8C64572459E6351B2C4233706CA.1C31243E412B354961D76DA74C0304AB642E57FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0080be54228543f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr1mRM7lBa_9FwCY-laX3TRNlGKM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082403530501987918-7984873303300064479?l=nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a0080be54228543f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/feeds/7984873303300064479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082403530501987918&amp;postID=7984873303300064479' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/7984873303300064479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082403530501987918/posts/default/7984873303300064479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingbutthegirl-jess.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04240965223542161331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-purtzutXsLs/Tc8d0jmRpNI/AAAAAAAAASo/Pnbn0jOMi8A/s220/DSCN0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
