<?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-3964063632549347812</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:36:16.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of Jeannette</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Jeannette Noceda-Crosby.  My husband started his own blog, and he asked me to make one too.  So here it goes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-7173932810040039158</id><published>2009-07-25T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:58:43.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you really happy?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever really sat down and thought if you are truly a happy person?  Is happiness a tangible item, or is it a fleeting thought and feeling?  I think sometimes people confuse contentment with happiness.  I am very content with my life. and for the most part, I know that I am very happy.  That being said, some part of me must not be completely happy because sadness can come at the strangest of times.  For example, I created a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt; and I called that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; "Slow and Easy".  Most of the songs are slow, romantic and touching songs.  Many from my high school days and the years following.  A few are from my Mom's era.  When I sit at night and listen to these songs, a sadness washes over me, for no apparent reason.  I think it is because I sometimes wish for those days past.  The days when we didn't have work, family, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; and all other pressures.  A time when the worst thing was either having or not having a date for Saturday night.  When I stop listening to the songs, I start to feel better.  I know that you are thinking, "then maybe you should stop listening to those songs".  But here is the kicker, I would never do that.  Because when the sadness passes, I realize that life is really good and I  give thanks everyday for everything I have.  And when I do that, I realize, I truly am happy and that it isn't fleeting, it just takes a break every once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-7173932810040039158?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7173932810040039158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-really-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/7173932810040039158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/7173932810040039158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-really-happy.html' title='Are you really happy?'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-7647377265839428580</id><published>2009-07-13T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:48:16.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While for the Post!!</title><content type='html'>It's funny, when things are going semi perfect to perfect in your life, you always seem to have the ability and the desire to do fun things.  However, when life hits you in the face with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilemmas&lt;/span&gt; those same desires disappear.  I am telling you this as a way to explain why it's been so long since my last post.  I had family issues I had to deal with and writing a blog just didn't seem to matter so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, things have calmed down a bit and I am back.  I realized through all this that I am not a good multi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tasker&lt;/span&gt; at a time of stress.  I can think of only the thing I am stressed about,  and nothing else seems to matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?  Even if you are stressed over one part of your life, can you cope perfectly well with the other?  I'm interested in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-7647377265839428580?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7647377265839428580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-while-for-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/7647377265839428580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/7647377265839428580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-while-for-post.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While for the Post!!'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-7165694882353741865</id><published>2009-07-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:25:46.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely and yet not alone</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling kinda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; lately.  I have been feeling lonely, and yet I am not alone.  My hubby and I are usually always together when we are home, and I am always with friends at work; and yet, I still feel lonely.  I realized the reason, my extended family is far away from me.  You see my Mom and Dad are in Florida for the summer, and my brother and his family are now in Europe for the rest of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still talk to my mom every day so that has not changed, and I speak to my brother about once every two weeks, but knowing that I won't speak to my brother for another month and that my mom and dad will be gone, it makes me lonely.  I think loneliness comes from thoughts and emotions, not reality, and that is why they say, "it is worse to be lonely with someone than to be lonely alone". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my friends, tell me what you think about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;.  Is it real or is it imaginary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-7165694882353741865?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7165694882353741865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/lonely-and-yet-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/7165694882353741865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/7165694882353741865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/lonely-and-yet-not-alone.html' title='Lonely and yet not alone'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-4561600794289116348</id><published>2009-06-28T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:07:41.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Me Platiques Mas</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't speak Spanish, the translation for the title is "Don't Speak to Me Anymore".  Now before you get your hair all up in a dandruff, I am not telling you that, I am simply telling you the name of one of my favorite Spanish songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the song, Luis Miguel, tells the love of his life not to tell him anything about her past.  The only thing he cares about is from the moment they met and their future.  That leaves me thinking, is that really a good way to shape a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, doesn't your past shape your future?  And if it does, then isn't it better to know as much as you can about the person you are involved with so you can properly shape your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think my friends, is the past necessary for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt; of a future in a relationship?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-4561600794289116348?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4561600794289116348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-me-platiques-mas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/4561600794289116348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/4561600794289116348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-me-platiques-mas.html' title='No Me Platiques Mas'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-4849557594135206669</id><published>2009-06-26T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:43:24.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our favorite resort in Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLpJwHj-eqQ/SkVN49EGfwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RaVEEcie27k/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351769373059481346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLpJwHj-eqQ/SkVN49EGfwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RaVEEcie27k/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;esposa&lt;/span&gt; y yo enjoy going to Mexico. This is &lt;a href="http://www.riu.com/en-us/home.jsp"&gt;our favorite resort&lt;/a&gt;. We've been to Cancun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Puerta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vallarta&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cabo&lt;/span&gt;. Our next trip will be in Mazatlan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The resort is an all-inclusive and the rooms have balconies and are suites. Not only is the alcohol part of the package, but the room is stocked to with some pretty quality whiskey, rum, and scotch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above is from one of the many balconies on the resort. All the resorts we have been to so far are along the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The prices for the resort are extraordinarily reasonable and we really enjoy the staff, from the manager to maids. If you are a friend of ours and you're reading this, don't you think it would be fun to go with us. For me, the more the merrier, and it's always easier than to get a team together for the pool volleyball:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3964063632549347812-4849557594135206669?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4849557594135206669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-favorite-resort-in-mexico.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/4849557594135206669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/4849557594135206669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-favorite-resort-in-mexico.html' title='Our favorite resort in Mexico'/><author><name>Michael Crosby</name><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/_bLpJwHj-eqQ/S8u8tNADL4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/qcKWVDhIT3c/S220/mikecigar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLpJwHj-eqQ/SkVN49EGfwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RaVEEcie27k/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-4155825879832239296</id><published>2009-06-25T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:37:35.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Pop Culture Died</title><content type='html'>Today is indeed a very sad day.  Two ICONS from the 70's and 80's have passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, Farrah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt;, was an angel...Charlie's Angel that is.  She was the one with the hair and the pin up girl that showed that woman can be DAMN SEXY without baring it all.  So many boys had their first wet dream with her poster in their room and so many girls tried to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emulate&lt;/span&gt; her style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, and truly tragic, was the KING OF POP!!!  Michael Jackson was the young boy that so many people loved to dance and sing to his music.  He was everywhere.  There wasn't a moment that you wouldn't hear one of his songs on the radio.  He made you want to get up and sing and dance and just enjoy life all the way around.  He had his problems, and he had his issues, but that all aside, he was truly liked by the world all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for me personally this is a very sad day because two major "memories" from my youth have passed away.  It shows that mortality is around the corner for all of us and that at one time or another, all of our childhood dreams actually fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends, tell me... do you have any special stories about Farrah or Michael? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Michael Jackson and Farrah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-4155825879832239296?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4155825879832239296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-pop-culture-died.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/4155825879832239296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/4155825879832239296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-pop-culture-died.html' title='The Day Pop Culture Died'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-140389675648274056</id><published>2009-06-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:55:49.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day...</title><content type='html'>So today was Father's Day, and to celebrate I took my Dad, Mom and hubby to the Angel V. Dodger Game.  The special thing about it was that my girlfriend got a suite, and we got to watch the game from there.  Now, that being said...that line I just typed was the only special thing about the suite.  It was very cramped, what they were suppose to provide wasn't to what I think a suite should provide and it just left in my mind a lot to be desired.  My Dad, Mom and hubby had a good time (and I guess that is what is important) but it reinforced in me something very important.  Sometimes our imagination is greater than reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So question friends, "how often have you been disappointed when your reality didn't live up to your imagination?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-140389675648274056?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/140389675648274056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/140389675648274056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/140389675648274056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-433695362130482691</id><published>2009-06-20T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:54:47.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Should Care by Vic Damone</title><content type='html'>That's a fabulous song from the 40's.  But the words and the meaning transcend even to today.  It tells how the singer wants to not care about his love interest, and yet he does.  Isn't that the way we have all felt at times?  Haven't you ever been at that point in your relationship when you simply want to "stop caring", but then you realize, "I Should Care".  So here is your question, "do we care because it's ingrained in us or because we realize that without caring there are no deep feelings"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, thanks Randy Economy for adding me to your blog.  It's great to find old friends and realize you still "care" for them.  Congrats on your anniversary....Life works in funny ways!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-433695362130482691?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/433695362130482691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-care-by-vic-damone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/433695362130482691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/433695362130482691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-care-by-vic-damone.html' title='I Should Care by Vic Damone'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-2482494580825188708</id><published>2009-06-20T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:25:04.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting old sucks!!!!</title><content type='html'>So its not bad enough that we have to age.  This expression of growing old with grace is a bunch of bull pukey.  My poor mom got a bad allergic reaction on her forehead to something (that which we don't know) but its made her eye look like Mohammed Ali needed to do some spurring.  My brother, the doctor, says its common with older folks and it just happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is today's question for the day..."Is the alternative to getting old better?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you jump down my throat, I ask this in all honesty.  Is it better to leave on a high note, or let it all start to fall apart and then let it get sent to the junk yard.  We get more money when we trade in our newer cars...what about our human bodies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-2482494580825188708?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2482494580825188708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-old-sucks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/2482494580825188708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/2482494580825188708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-old-sucks.html' title='Getting old sucks!!!!'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-6220607755380309619</id><published>2009-06-19T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:51:55.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it new or is it old?  Inquiring minds want to know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, so here i am keeping up with my blog and my husband hasn't posted anything since his original writing. Today was an OK day at work. Nothing spectacular, however, I went to lunch with some old friends (not age) and it was fun because we could talk of old times. Usually I go to lunch with my "new friends" and that is fun too because they are interesting and have lots of new and open opinions. But my question to you then is, "what is better, relate to old friends with a history, or open yourself up to new friends and grow a new experience?" What do you think!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-6220607755380309619?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/6220607755380309619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-so-here-i-am-keeping-up-with-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/6220607755380309619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/6220607755380309619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-so-here-i-am-keeping-up-with-my-blog.html' title='Is it new or is it old?  Inquiring minds want to know!'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-3992646361812318260</id><published>2009-06-19T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:20:03.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday Everybody</title><content type='html'>Alright, its Friday.  The day we all look forward to.  The day that we like to start having fun and try to keep it going all weekend.  Problem with this theory is that its making our life go faster.  I mean, do you realize that all week long you look forward to Friday.  Then it gets here and the weekend goes by super fast and we are back at Monday.  So maybe, we should start looking forward to Thursday instead.  Maybe that way we can slow our lives down a little.  What do you think?  Your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-3992646361812318260?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/3992646361812318260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-friday-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/3992646361812318260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/3992646361812318260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-friday-everybody.html' title='It&apos;s Friday Everybody'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-4332696439418111868</id><published>2009-06-18T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:04:55.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, I need a break already</title><content type='html'>So here is the deal.  My girlfriend just told me I'm crazy for starting a blog.  She's like, "you are addicted to FB and Farm Town, and your soaps, how are you going to find time for anything else?"  I had to stop and think about that..  I told her that sleep is a commodity and I would give it up.  But now, Im too tired, so will deal with that another time!!!  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-4332696439418111868?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4332696439418111868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-i-need-break-already.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/4332696439418111868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/4332696439418111868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-i-need-break-already.html' title='Alright, I need a break already'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964063632549347812.post-2069467343107100813</id><published>2009-06-18T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:51:03.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Only Just Begun</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am not the most creative person in the world, but this is a start.  I will try to take you through my families days and adventures.  Sometimes they will be funny, sometimes not, I guess it just how you look at life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, welcome to my journey....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964063632549347812-2069467343107100813?l=jeannette1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2069467343107100813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/weve-only-just-begun.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/2069467343107100813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964063632549347812/posts/default/2069467343107100813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeannette1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/weve-only-just-begun.html' title='We&apos;ve Only Just Begun'/><author><name>Jeannette1005</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00128049946730303700</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/_zMTV63TDe-A/SjsNGpVR8pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PbAgXAdeV_k/S220/IMG00138.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
