<?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-4158092849707091185</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:20:01.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrappy Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>My life, its inhabitants, and my scrappy "work"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-6012575393235750897</id><published>2008-10-25T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:01:34.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow that last post was deeep</title><content type='html'>So I started a new job about three weeks ago and I'm loving it!  I'm not loving the two job thing and I'm not loving the way Rick seems to want to push me, but I think the job is perfect for me.  I'm very excited about it.  I'll probably be bored and stressed out of my mind in two weeks but I hope not, I hope I continue to like it for a while and thus proving to the world that I CAN be happy!!! LOL Because I sure as hell don't want to work at Pizza Hut for the rest of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katerina is doing well at daycare and I'm happy because she actually seems to be enjoying it.  She's talking a lot more, she's demonstrating newly learned things and I think it's fantastic.  She even enjoys watching tv more because she doesn't get to do it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo excited about next week, halloween is friday, which I love love love of course and Cathy Sam, Aaron and Chuck are coming for Katerina's party, which is on Sun.  And I might be working on Sat, doing recons, which is AWESOME because I'm extremely excited about some OT!  If I knew for sure I could work 1 OT day per month, I could probably just do PH one day per week or maybe even none!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-6012575393235750897?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6012575393235750897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=6012575393235750897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/6012575393235750897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/6012575393235750897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-that-last-post-was-deeep.html' title='wow that last post was deeep'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-2691442200630498395</id><published>2008-09-22T01:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:40:23.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>sometimes in life you need a little perspective.  Sometimes I let things affect me negatively and I shouldn't.  I never realized how much I am ruled by my emotions...but also, more powerfully, I could control my emotions in a small way, and eventually in a large way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopi Goldberg taught me on The View, that no one can make you feel a certain way, only YOU can ALLOW them to make you feel a certain way.  This affected me tremendously, and I think of it often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight a co-worker dropped a $20 bill.  I thought it would be funny to convince him that it was mine, and if I were convincing enough, he would give it to me, at which point I would immediately give it back.  Well it backfired horribly.  Not as horribly as it could have but....well he believed that I wanted the $20 bill, but knew it was his all along.  So he thought I wanted to steal it.  When I explained that I was joking, that I would never take his money, a preposterous notion to me, he did't believe me and even told someone else, see she was lying because she stuttered.  okaaaaaaaaaaaay whatever.  I guess I can't joke around like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't let this affect my life either.  People will think what they want to think of me, how are they to know about my exceptional morals?  Guilty until proven innocent, right?  I can't be friendly with someone who thinks I'm a thief but I don't have to be obnoxious or immature either.  I was thinking he would tell me that he knew I was joking the next time I saw him, and knowing that it was a lie because I SAW the look in his eye, and tell him I knew it was a lie.  After all, if he really did believe me, why wouldn't he say it tonight when I was so obviously pissed about him saying I was trying to steal his money.   But now I'm thinking I will just let it go, bygones be gone and all that crap.  Because so what if he DOES think I'm a thief?  God knows and I know and my husband knows.  Hell, my own brother accused me of stealing his crappy gameboy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-2691442200630498395?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/2691442200630498395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=2691442200630498395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/2691442200630498395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/2691442200630498395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/09/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-7949418219718533259</id><published>2008-09-17T00:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:38:35.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>Well we fared the storm.  It hit Galveston at about 2am on Saturday morning 9-14.  It started hard here by 6am.  It was a little hard to sleep.  Let me just say, wow.  We are extremely lucky.  We were totally and completely unprepared.  We have some roof damage, those damn insurance people were supposed to call by today but they haven't.  We lost power, Rick says, for about 9 hours but I slept through most of it.  It was on when I got up at noonish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are of the lucky few.  2.2 million customers were out of power, roughly 4 million people.  But not us.  We have satellite, internet, hot water, food....Even now, several days later, most of the people I know here are without power.  Most of Cypress does have it but not Fairfield.  We are the only ones with roof damage in our neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ike was a Category 2, and hit at 110 mph.  Galveston is meSsed up.   Nicholas was out of school Friday and will be out for the remainder of this week.  Worked on Sunday at Pizza hut, we did carryout only, and it was crazy.  Scott kept telling us, don't take orders, take orders, don't take orders.  I know we pissed off more than a few customers.  I don't get why.  It's like they didn't realize that there was a hurricane and that everybody &amp;amp; their mama would want food because there was no power.  We only sold large and med. handtossed, beef, pepperoni, or cheese.  And the customers weren't happy.  Did I tell you that we were one of maybe 3 food places OPEN????  You would think these people would realize that we were short on employees, getting our asses kicked and ALSO went through an effen hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called today to see if we were delivering and Victor said we were but for some reason we did not have many deliveries, only carryout.  I wonder why.  Very strange to me.  We were closing at 8 too so I didn't go in since Rick needed to fix someone's computer for Subway.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would do differently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it was a harder hit, a harder look at evacuation&lt;br /&gt;more more more water&lt;br /&gt;ice ice, baby&lt;br /&gt;more non-perishable food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  If we had done any of these things it would have been a waste but it could have been sooo much worse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Bettye and the rest of that side of the family went to Smithville to ride out the storm in her RV.  I was so worried but thank goodness they didn't get any weather.  They are extremely lucky that the storm went east a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-7949418219718533259?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7949418219718533259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=7949418219718533259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/7949418219718533259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/7949418219718533259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike.html' title='Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-6888922709628674138</id><published>2008-08-29T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:09:15.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31 years old</title><content type='html'>I turned 31 today.  Wow.  I had a great day.  We went to Fogo de Chao for lunch, a real treat.  It was goooo-od.  Before that though, we found out that Katerina most definitely has hypoglycemia.  We thought she was sick, &amp;amp; I had slept in and came downstairs at about 11 after scrapping for a couple of hours.  Well...she was laying on the couch, complaining of how cold she was, completely covered, which is so unlike her, even her feet were covered for pete's sake.  She was also sweating profusely, abnormally for a 3 year old and she had no fever.  She was quite literally, comatose.  I realized this after sitting with her and realized that she was completely awake, but laying with her eyes closed, completely unmoving.  After discussing it for a bit, Rick finally mentions that she had no dinner the night before.  I knew she had not eaten breakfast but he has done that before without her almost dying....so I mention the hypoglycemia, and he claims that he didn't know that the DOCTOR actually told me she had it, but the diagnosis was unconfirmed blah blah blah, he's a male.  He is now utterly convinced.  He gave her two glasses of chocolate with a side of milk in them, 2 cookies, and she was fine!  But all that sugar goes right through her, and by the time she got to Fogo's she was cold again, outside in the 100 degree Houston heat.  Unbelievable.  We did finally get her to eat, and she is fine.  But this will NOT happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-6888922709628674138?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6888922709628674138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=6888922709628674138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/6888922709628674138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/6888922709628674138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/08/31-years-old.html' title='31 years old'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-8878212359937470357</id><published>2008-08-29T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:58:11.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapping Survey</title><content type='html'>1. Who makes your favorite Pattern Paper? Basic Grey, October Afternoon, &amp;amp; Cosmo Cricket&lt;br /&gt;2. Whats the best glue in your opinion? xyron &amp;amp; tombow&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you use only bazzill cardstock? no, never&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like sketches? yes, starting to&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like AMerican Crafts paper? eh&lt;br /&gt;6. What about Doodlebug?yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Is journaling important to you? very&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "swap"? yes&lt;br /&gt;9. Tags, Be honest do you really like them, more important use them? like them a lot, never seem to get around to using them&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you feel fiber is for the "beginners"? nope&lt;br /&gt;11. Whats you favorite 3 manufactures? Basic Grey, Prima, &amp;amp; Heidi Swapp&lt;br /&gt;12. Name your favorite embellishment? prima flowers&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you ever attach 3 eyelets or brad as an embellishment for your LO? yes&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of Tinkering Ink? not my style&lt;br /&gt;15. If you were choosen to be a lifetime Design team member for only ONE company and would get their products free for life, but you could not use any other companys stuff.... would you do it? Nope, I don’t think I would want to be a DT at all&lt;br /&gt;16. Should all pages be started on cardstock? for me, yes&lt;br /&gt;17. How many different pattern Papers are the right choice for pages to have balance. 1-3&lt;br /&gt;18. What bugs you most about other peoples work the most? Nothing, unless it is for a swap and it’s not quality&lt;br /&gt;19. Whats the best advice you would give another scrapper? Do what YOU like and no one else&lt;br /&gt;20. What makes the perfect page in your honest opinion? great title, journaling, &amp;amp; pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-8878212359937470357?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8878212359937470357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=8878212359937470357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/8878212359937470357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/8878212359937470357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/08/scrapping-survey.html' title='Scrapping Survey'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-921619096587327686</id><published>2008-08-25T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:47:43.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of 4th grade</title><content type='html'>Wow my baby boy is all grown up.  It is difficult to even remember him as that same baby boy that I once held.  He can do so much now!  4th grade.  We went on Thursday to meet his teacher and HIS name is Mr. Sessler.  Then that evening Rick took him to get a hair cut and ended up cutting Katerina's too!  :(  Oh no!  I don't know how much they cut but it could have been enough to donate to locks for love.  It's just below her shoulders.  I would have left another 2 inches, but oh well, I guess it will be that way in another month or so.  Getting geared up for my birthday!  Woo hoo!  I already know that I am getting a NICE camcorder so that should be fun.  Still trying to decide if I want to go to Kemah, the Woodlands (Palotta's), or Texas Roadhouse.  Hmmm, so many choices-not always a good thing.  And WHAT do I want to do during the day????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-921619096587327686?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/921619096587327686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=921619096587327686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/921619096587327686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/921619096587327686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-4th-grade.html' title='1st day of 4th grade'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-1763919094040471417</id><published>2008-07-09T01:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T02:01:29.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday/Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Sooo Katerina fell and fractured her elbow.  It is teeny tiny but still, poor thing.  She is a really good sport about it.  Wow, she is growing so quickly now.  It is her natural inclination to cry instead of talking about her problems (i.e. when she hurts herself, she is always falling, stumbling, and biting her own tongue, sheesh at 3 years old) but it's all good.  I just remind her to talk and she does well with it.  I think we have made some major mistakes with both our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nicholas it was letting him sleep with the bottle and generally using the bottle for too long.  So his teeth were not pretty.  But he took himself off the pacifier at only 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katerina took herself off the bottle at 13 months, and has gorgeous teeth.  But she kept her pacifier until she was just past 3, and I believe her speech suffered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, neither are life altering, and are already fixed or on their way to being fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a nice little summer, going to Splashtown every week and now planning a trip to San Antonio, meeting Cathy there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, got a new car and I am in LOVE!  It is an 04 Toyota Corolla.  Sure, maybe not some people's dream cars but I have had a think about wanting a Toyota or Honda for YEARS, and this has only been made more prevalent by the rising gas prices, $3.91 yikes! and my profession.  Anyway, right now people are getting rid of their SUVs and compact cars are hard to come by.  So I feel really blessed.  I love love love the 27 city 35 hwy mpg!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-1763919094040471417?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1763919094040471417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=1763919094040471417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/1763919094040471417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/1763919094040471417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuesdaywednesday.html' title='Tuesday/Wednesday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-554902778305764273</id><published>2008-05-27T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:19:59.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Secret Sister!</title><content type='html'>This message is for my secret sis, you are so sweet but I have not received your package.  That makes me so sad!  I know you said you are from far far away so maybe it will come this week!  I will keep hope and let you know as soon as I get it, but I am going to be leaving on Thursday to go out of town for 10 days.  Thank you for sending the message just so I know! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-554902778305764273?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/554902778305764273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=554902778305764273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/554902778305764273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/554902778305764273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-secret-sister.html' title='Hello Secret Sister!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-4350326683691656579</id><published>2008-05-18T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:55:37.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>I only allow that which is good into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can depress you. No one can make you anxious. No one can hurt your feelings. No one can make you anything other than what you allow inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-4350326683691656579?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4350326683691656579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=4350326683691656579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/4350326683691656579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/4350326683691656579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-1370501378003005610</id><published>2008-05-13T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:51:51.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 08</title><content type='html'>Mother's day was GREAT!  I had such a great day, slept in until 10:30, Rick made me Egyptian eggs with chocolate milk, then we did presents.  I had already bought myself a cricut cartridge from him, Indie Art, but he surprised me with some scrapbook storage stuff, which I am in dire need of.  Nicholas &amp; Katerina gave me Juno and Nicholas made me a card with coupons to cut out to make him "obey" lol.  Such a sweetie.  So then we watched Juno.  I was the only one who cried.  In a way, Juno is a very mother's day-ish movie IMO.  I had seen it before and I still cried.  Then we went toward the Woodlands, to the most awesome Michaels at Louetta &amp; I45, then we went to LoneStar Scrapbook, OMG, it was WONDEERFUL.  Got a few goodies for myself, Rick said nothing, which was a shock &amp; I felt guilty anyway.  He's in his not caring much about money mood lately.  Not good because I have been in that mood since moving here.  Double bad.  Anyway, then we made our way to El Chico, for the most awesomest salsa &amp; chips, and my fajita steak sandwich sans veggies, and topped off with my boyfriend, Mocha Joe.  Then we came home and I vegged on the couch with some Desperate Housewives and the Survivor finale.  Best day EVER!  &amp; the kids were good all day (at least considering they are 9 and 3 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-1370501378003005610?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1370501378003005610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=1370501378003005610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/1370501378003005610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/1370501378003005610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-08.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 08'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-569218346560445028</id><published>2008-05-04T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:19:55.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggravated</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I have ever been so aggravated in my life.  I just feel so completely stressed out!!  I just realized that I don't have to wait until Katerina has her sleep study in August to get a new job because she got an appt somewhere else next week!  But oh yeah, I need to wait for summer to be over :( Maybe not completely over...Perhaps I will start looking at the middle to end of July and either put Nicholas in Jin's tae kwon do day camp or put him at the various grandmothers' houses for a couple weeks, since school doesn't start until Aug 25 ugh!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I figure if I write about while I am so aggravated, my stomach won't be in so many knots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it wasn't a good day at work.  Different things kept happening but I guess the reason while I am still aggravated is because the first thing the GM did was take me off a delivery and give it to someone else because his was on hold.  New one.  Then he was asking someone where FM 529 was so I tried to tell him because that person didn't know, but it was like he was completely ignoring me and going back to the person that didn't know....as if they had more knowledge than me (and I have 6 years experience on this other guy but how would the GM know, he's never even introduced himself as the new manager much less try to find out anyone's background) and for some reason me telling him just wasn't good enough.  I just felt discounted as a person.  Well, since he is the GM and I don't really see myself ever liking him....goodness knows he doesn't even have a CLUE as to #1 what's going on #2 what he's in for (doesn't even pertain to me) #3 how to do his own job.  Well that does feel better and I'll give a dollar to any random person reading this who can even decipher what the heck I'm even talking about lol.  Maybe I should just forget it, I don't seem to get any appreciation, acknowledgment, or even respect for doing shit extra just because I know how so why bother....  Be damned if I EVER try to tell him who delivers somewhere again, even if hell froze over and he actually asked me, as though I might know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-569218346560445028?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/569218346560445028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=569218346560445028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/569218346560445028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/569218346560445028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/05/aggravated.html' title='Aggravated'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-5247387433036959451</id><published>2008-04-28T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:11:06.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Was off today, it was a really good day.  I got to go to Hobby Lobby, just me and Nicholas which is so fun because it does get kind of boring shopping by yourself and now he is at the age where he can go look at stuff he wants to look at while I am looking at the things I want to look at.  And unlike Katerina, he is not constantly picking up random things and claiming them for his own.  Not that she doesn't have her upsides but she's not a good shopping buddy as of yet.  I think that will change in the coming years, as she is definitely a girly girl who is calling for "Calliou" right now so I've got to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-5247387433036959451?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/5247387433036959451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=5247387433036959451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/5247387433036959451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/5247387433036959451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-6518017661092063778</id><published>2008-04-18T12:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:00:20.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlists</title><content type='html'>Per my Secret Sister's request...here is a link to my wish list (hopefully this works!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to add that I am just starting to really get into vintage things but I am not even sure where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://wists.com/jentexas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope she doesn't feel obligated to get me any of this stuff, I will be happy with anything, I looove getting ANY kind of scrappy mail!  Thanks to her in advance if she is reading this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-6518017661092063778?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://wists.com/jentexas' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6518017661092063778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=6518017661092063778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/6518017661092063778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/6518017661092063778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/04/wishlists_1907.html' title='Wishlists'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-9015284978606322785</id><published>2008-04-18T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:47:02.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Yay!  I got my Secret person today from SIStv swap!  I'm so excited to get started stalking someone.  I have so many swaps going on right now!  It's fun though, it gets me off my hiney and creating something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I cut an apple for Katerina or Nicholas, it gets me thinking... No one ever cut my apples.  And I cut my children's apples for that reason.  Something they'll take for granted, never even notice that I did for them, but they will know that I love them.  I know it sounds kind of stupid, but my point is that my mom didn't do the little things, the motherly things.  And it reminds me that I want to because sometimes, when you're angry at one another in the teenage years, or even pre-teen, they will still know that they are loved, because I will still be doing all those little things.  When you're mad, it's easy to doubt love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-9015284978606322785?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/9015284978606322785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=9015284978606322785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/9015284978606322785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/9015284978606322785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-2526377394957630333</id><published>2008-04-15T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:03:04.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>She did it again!  Katerina slept in her own bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katerina &amp; I are getting dressed to go to Archiver's and Big Lots.  I always go 1st to the place where I think I'll spend the most money and, shockingly, it's not Archiver's!  I can't afford to buy more than one thing in there unless it's paper.  Big shopping week for me because I've signed on to do wayyyy too many swaps!  I'll be going to Hobby Lobby tonight after I drop Nicholas off at tae kwon do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Massage Envy ticked me off last night.  They called at about 5:10 pm to cancel a 6:00 appointment, the masseuse  didn't show up and they're just figuring it out 50 minutes beforehand?  Ugh!  I work evenings and I had made this appointment for Rick and he was going to have a night to himself, massage, movies, Chinese (yuck) and they totally ruined it!  He had his Chinese &amp; movie and tonight he will get his massage but still...it was part of his 10th anniversary present.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh funny story, I was frantically calling every massage parlor &amp; day spa at 5:30 trying to find someone to take him and finally got someone too, then he gave me directions to his house....Rick was not down with that.  I told him it explicitly said "non-sexual" on the website and Rick says that made it official that it IS a sex massage.  I said what do you think, he's going to rape you unwillingly?  Every gay guy doesn't want to "do" you!  He said "yes, they do" Well it's not really funny, I feel bad for the masseuse having to cancel when he put him in at the last minute, I really do think he's legitimate.  Ah well, men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-2526377394957630333?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/2526377394957630333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=2526377394957630333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/2526377394957630333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/2526377394957630333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/04/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4158092849707091185.post-6865480589970052083</id><published>2008-04-14T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:42:56.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Sleep deprived.  Both Katerina &amp;amp; myself.  She slept in her own bed last night for the 1st time, mostly to avoid sleep deprivation, because of her sleep apnea {reason this is the 1st time}.  Stayed up until 3:30 doing ATCs for SISTV.  Typing with one hand - other is holding a 3 yr old's.  Getting headache.  Unseasonably cold-low 70's....Texas.  Keeping it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an awesome book the other night on our 10th anniversary. Paper Transformed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4158092849707091185-6865480589970052083?l=jentexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6865480589970052083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4158092849707091185&amp;postID=6865480589970052083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/6865480589970052083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4158092849707091185/posts/default/6865480589970052083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jentexas.blogspot.com/2008/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18420027100314038076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
