<?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-8676250325269670351</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:29:31.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine &amp; Summertime</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676250325269670351.post-5536155693344500091</id><published>2009-03-04T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:43:30.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When all is said and done, the secret card hurts worse than the friend card.</title><content type='html'>When all is said and done, the &lt;em&gt;secret&lt;/em&gt; card hurts worse than the &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet again, another guy who only wants me until something else comes back from the past or from the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its not fair. Every guy I am interested in only wants me "secretly" and I agree until I realize how much it hurts and I cant tell them that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I finally stuck up for myself and told one of them, a newer one. We had only been talking for about . . less than a week and he said that his heart is with another girl and that he shouldnt have been flirting with me in the first place. NO KIDDING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I told him he was atleast the 5th guy this year to pull this "secret" bullshit on me, he actually apologized and said he wanted to still be friends. Not fuck buddies. Just friends. Yeah, okay. Like I am really going to be nice to this guy now? He is the same as all the others and it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I look back on all the guys that I have told that I just want to be friends. Friends are better than someone wanting to keep you a secret. Wanting to sleep with you because they are afraid to tell their friends or someone else they have feelings for. An engaged man, A single man who loves someone who is in a relationship. What else? I could go on for days, but I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just know it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-5536155693344500091?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5536155693344500091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=5536155693344500091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/5536155693344500091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/5536155693344500091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-all-is-said-and-done-secret-card.html' title='When all is said and done, the secret card hurts worse than the friend card.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-6971656660011549465</id><published>2008-11-27T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:22:07.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Less than a month until my birthday and 20 something days until Christmas. I sure am thankful for my family &amp;amp; very few friends. I dont need a ton of gifts to make me happy or a huge party with lots of booze. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a few things to think about during this "holiday" season. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-6971656660011549465?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6971656660011549465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=6971656660011549465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6971656660011549465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6971656660011549465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-thoughts.html' title='Thanksgiving Thoughts'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-6845127507111360970</id><published>2008-10-27T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:01:35.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys, Boys, Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here lies my biggest problems..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CH- we break up, his mom wants me back in his life, i call him and he ignores my calls. he comes around when he feels like it and im sick of jumping back to him when something goes wrong. I am keeping my head up and staying single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JD- the best guy friend any girl could ask for. will do anything, anywhere, anytime for anyone. constantly gets walked all over but still says strong and sweet. second guess myself as to why I am not with him and realize it will destroy our friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JJ- great friend, but dont have any "feelings" for him or a relationship. just a great guy to bring around as a date or hang out with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TC - lives way too far away but i feel that i could pack my bags and marry him tomorrow. we have so much in common and he never fails to make me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BH - obsessed with me. doesnt understand when to back off. i really think he is a great guy, but i have such a hard time "controlling" him when we are out in public. he does not have the best manners, but he is a sweet guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AP- another great guy. have fun everytime we hang out, even though he is so far away. he makes me laugh and does not try to take advantage of me. perfect boyfriend material, but already has a child of his own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..... if only i could find a guy to date who is a combination of all of the above. until i find someone that makes me truely happy... I will stay single :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-6845127507111360970?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6845127507111360970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=6845127507111360970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6845127507111360970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6845127507111360970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/10/boys-boys-boys.html' title='Boys, Boys, Boys'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-2677276547473627772</id><published>2008-10-24T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:51:26.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And this, would be friendship :)</title><content type='html'>ME (1:36:03 AM): im chopping my hair off in the morning&lt;br /&gt;ME (1:36:06 AM): getting it colored black&lt;br /&gt;ME (1:36:11 AM): and getting my nose pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:36:12 AM): WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME (1:36:14 AM): no more holding back&lt;br /&gt;ME (1:36:21 AM): i dont want to be me anymore&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:36:27 AM): why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME (1:36:44 AM): im hoping everything will change if i change who i am&lt;br /&gt;ME (1:36:53 AM): no more being nice to guys&lt;br /&gt;ME (1:36:59 AM): (except my JD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:37:27 AM): dont pierce your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME (1:37:35 AM): i hate my nose&lt;br /&gt;ME (1:37:44 AM): if i dont do my nose, im doing my nipples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:37:47 AM): pierce your nipple and dye your hiar black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:42:12 AM): im just waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:42:14 AM): black&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:42:16 AM): blonde&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:42:18 AM): nose&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:42:21 AM): nipples&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:42:28 AM): depressed&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:42:31 AM): happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:44:31 AM): and i'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:44:35 AM): just be*&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:45:39 AM): i will be whatever you want me to be for you&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:45:44 AM): friend&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:45:47 AM): invisible&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:46:24 AM): sugar daddy&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:46:32 AM): enemy&lt;br /&gt;"JD" (1:46:42 AM): boyfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-2677276547473627772?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2677276547473627772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=2677276547473627772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/2677276547473627772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/2677276547473627772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-this-would-be-friendship.html' title='And this, would be friendship :)'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-7460707939221139135</id><published>2008-06-21T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:18:20.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Taste of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer has begun and Im not sure that its really feeling like summer yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started both of my jobs babysitting for two families. Im working more hours than I am earning dollars, atleast it feels that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need a vacation. Desperately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My family is away, and im home (depressed). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of the ties between me and friends from high school have totally let loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any friends I made in college drifted away (except for one... thanks kelly!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im thinking that I need a real job where I can meet people my own age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe switching colleges will really help me and I can make some new friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me rephrase that..I need to make new friends that are girls so I can get in a relationship that will last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relationships.. oh yeah. Lets not go in to that subject tonight, my night has not been all that great to begin with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-7460707939221139135?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7460707939221139135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=7460707939221139135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7460707939221139135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7460707939221139135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-taste-of-summer.html' title='A little Taste of Summer'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-7483951261951327195</id><published>2008-03-26T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:22:58.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...so true</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's easy to forget how perfectly life works out. When you are down, youbelieve that things never work in your favor. But if you look back, you seethat, in many cases, things happened exactly the way they needed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-7483951261951327195?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7483951261951327195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=7483951261951327195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7483951261951327195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7483951261951327195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-true.html' title='...so true'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-888272621929099869</id><published>2008-02-26T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:50:54.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom never told me there’d be days like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom spent the week in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am stuck at school and miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish I could be there for her tonight though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss you mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you and cant wait till after spring break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-888272621929099869?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/888272621929099869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=888272621929099869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/888272621929099869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/888272621929099869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-never-told-me-thered-be-days-like.html' title='mom never told me there’d be days like this'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-7777435947882714663</id><published>2008-02-04T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T04:06:56.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl..There is always next year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So as we all know, the Patriots lost the superbowl. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, I was so glad that I knew the songs played during half time :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom Petty &amp;amp; The Heartbreakers were announced and I immediately called my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ME: "Dad, can you believe that they are playing during half time" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAD: "I know, maybe I will even stay away this year" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ME: " I really hope they play free fallin or atleast last dance with mary jane. you know, the video that has him dancing with the dead girl and then he throws her in the ocean when he steals her from the morgue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAD: "Yeah, maybe they will play free fallin" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As soon as free fallin comes on, mom texts me and says "I knew the wood play it just 4 u"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if she could text as well as she talks, we would be allllll set. Its okay mom, I love you even if you cant text. but you better learn quick if you plan on talking to me through texting more often :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And as for the patriots, Tom Brady is NOT the star quarterback that most of the New England fans thought he was. However,  he models just as well as he throws....Yeah Brady, NOT SO GOOD!! Maybe if he was not so cocky on the field and actually paid attention to where the ball was going... we could have scored another field goal or touch down... but NOPE he had to just get out there and "LLOOOKK GOOODD" which he definitly sucked at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is always next year and another star quarterback.  ;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-7777435947882714663?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7777435947882714663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=7777435947882714663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7777435947882714663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7777435947882714663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowlthere-is-always-next-year.html' title='Superbowl..There is always next year.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-6848791350421288363</id><published>2008-01-30T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:59:24.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..And I miss those Summer Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/R6EBBVkTklI/AAAAAAAAABE/ofeTyrVA8Jc/s1600-h/z93360876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161407770424218194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/R6EBBVkTklI/AAAAAAAAABE/ofeTyrVA8Jc/s200/z93360876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture just makes me want to go fishing with the boyfriend. I miss summer so much :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hurry up, Summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flip Flops, Sunshine, Late Nights with Close Friends, Fires and Ice Cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please Come Back! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-6848791350421288363?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6848791350421288363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=6848791350421288363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6848791350421288363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6848791350421288363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-miss-those-summer-days.html' title='..And I miss those Summer Days...'/><author><name>Jackie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/R6EBBVkTklI/AAAAAAAAABE/ofeTyrVA8Jc/s72-c/z93360876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676250325269670351.post-3385672454424347780</id><published>2008-01-25T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:18:39.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Growing Family (on both sides)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 new babies in the family and none of them are mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SM,TM and Hunter are expecting twins today. C-section was scheduled for today. Im very excited for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didnt expect to hear that KH, JH and Dylan are expecting a child now either. But that wont be for atleast 8 months. They were trying though, and successs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im not ready for children. At all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But excited for all of their little ones to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-3385672454424347780?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3385672454424347780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=3385672454424347780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/3385672454424347780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/3385672454424347780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-growing-family-on-both-sides.html' title='Our Growing Family (on both sides)'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-1075063811714578053</id><published>2008-01-25T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:16:32.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kid with Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently here at school, You have to be a cool kid to make friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not all friends, but in new classes and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In order to be cool, you must be wearing Ugg boots and a North Face Jacket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you dont have either of those, you better be carrying your belongings in a Vera Bradley bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Otherwise.. your nothing. Maybe if you carry an Ipod or something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldnt know. I dont own any of this stuff. Imagine that? I feel so behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-1075063811714578053?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1075063811714578053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=1075063811714578053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/1075063811714578053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/1075063811714578053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/01/kid-with-class.html' title='A Kid with Class'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-8801781339925954289</id><published>2008-01-23T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:11:17.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken from Sensibly Sassy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Have you ever had a day that kept you on your toes? I am sure you have, so here is a better question: When is the last time you can remember having such a busy day?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was definitely a day that kept me on my toes. It was my first day of my Spring Semester Classes at Bridgewater. I was very nervous and I had no idea where a few of my classes were or who my professors would be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As i walked to my first class, with a huge pimple on my face, I had no idea where I was going. I walked into a dark room with 4 other girls. Then some guy comes and tells us that our room was changed, and I went to the other room. I took a seat in the back of the room and just kept to myself. I didnt meet anyone in that class and I really dont understand the professor. I hate how they joke and pretend they are so funny and laugh at their own jokes. Who takes Human Geography anyways? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My second class was fine. It was my english class and I had the same professor as last semester. After wandering the library looking for the class, I found it. Not only are my friends Britney and Kelly in there, but the class seems fairly easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Third class, located further across campus (almost on the opposite side) was not what i expected. The teacher was a complete weirdo who definitely has ADHD or something. The whole time he didnt pay attention. Then he just sucks at explaining the class and the syllabus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last class was my favorite. Not only are there 40 people in the class, but the teacher is sweet and I really am anxios to learn. I even did my homework as soon as I arrived back from lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also started to eat better. And went and walked the track before dinner. I want to lose atleast 5 lbs before my spring break with the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. I miss the boyfriend so much. I hate being away from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-8801781339925954289?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8801781339925954289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=8801781339925954289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8801781339925954289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8801781339925954289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/01/taken-from-sensibly-sassy.html' title='Taken from Sensibly Sassy....'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-7777633640277786015</id><published>2008-01-06T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:29:01.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always say that I'm going to do something big on New Years eve, but it never happens. Kind of like how I've been saying I'm going to dress up for Halloween for the past 3 years, but we have yet to see that happen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I'm not a party animal type of person after all(unless I am depressed).  I'm never really disappointed in what I do end up doing on nights like that. (Until this year)  I'll usually choose a cozy night at home or with the boyfriend over going to some place crowded with strangers who know my parents, brother or other family members. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year was different. I went out with my parents. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Years Eve Morning was the car accident with my boyfriend, in his truck and he was driving :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was not at fault (according to myself, another witness and then the cops). Hopefully the woman is honest. She claims she didnt run a red light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The morning started off with that and around 4 or 5 we came here to eat sketti for dinner. And we got in a fight because I hid from him that I had a guy friend over saturday night. The kid is a friend who joined the military and was home for the holidays. He stayed for an hour before I had to go babysit. My family spoke with him and then he left. Yeah, my whole family was here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My boyfriend (ugh, now ex) broke up with me because this boy was at my house. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched my uncles band all night, holding tears back and just being "smiley" and fake. It was better than sitting alone (especially once the rum was flowing through my body) But I still want him back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do love him and I do want to make things work, but maybe it ended for a reason this time? I wish I knew the answers and if I was making a mistake by trying to make it all work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Years Resolutions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take things slower. Take time for me.  Relax. Listen more, talk less. Smile more. Bitch less. Think for myself.  Spend time with my REAL friends. Enjoy my spring break. Make new friends. Get SOMETHING out of this college experience. Lose some of this freshmen (10 not 15) weight. Stop being so afraid to go for what I want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-7777633640277786015?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7777633640277786015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=7777633640277786015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7777633640277786015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7777633640277786015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-8601754558158357328</id><published>2008-01-01T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:16:30.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that i have plenty of family and friends to lean on and i really dont need a boyfriend. im a big girl and i may get lonely, but its better to be lonely once in a while than controlled all the time. if this relationship doesnt work out this time then it just wasnt meant to be. its not worth dragging something on that is never going to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Resolutions include..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lose 10 lbs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eat healthier to be healthier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Try not to jump from one relationship to another. Give myself some free time and think about things. Dont rush it. Life is too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-8601754558158357328?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8601754558158357328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=8601754558158357328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8601754558158357328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8601754558158357328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-1988754070259530313</id><published>2007-12-29T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:39:43.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>make the most of the best and the least of the worst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       "Did you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many people have pictures of you, how many moments of other people's lives we've been in. Were we part of someone's life when their dream came true, or were we there when their dreams died? Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-1988754070259530313?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1988754070259530313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=1988754070259530313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/1988754070259530313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/1988754070259530313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/12/make-most-of-best-and-least-of-worst.html' title='make the most of the best and the least of the worst.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-2825143335464613404</id><published>2007-12-15T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T08:24:23.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home For the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Away from college for more than four days, even for more than a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. Now that I think about it, im here for a month and.... 5 days. haha. It is nice but I'm already getting sick of the whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just to vent a little... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe more than a little..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My parents drive me crazyyyy!! If my mother isnt complaining about some stupid "manly" thing my father is doing, then he is picking on her (to me) while she is washing dishes or doing laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neither one of them can hear what the other says (they are only in their early 40's) and they mumble to each other and to me and I have no clue whats going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 17 yr old brother has NO curfew, got caught drinking and driving, crashed his car during a snow storm and they let him do whatever he wants... Hmmm, fair? NOT ReALLY, seeing I wasnt even allowed out after midnight when I turned 18. (AsSHOLES...i mean that in the sweetest way possible) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But anyway, Mexico this week should be beautiful and I will get a break from the arguing over chores and dishes and laundry and the dog. And I wont be crammed in a dorm room for  over a month....woooohoooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-2825143335464613404?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2825143335464613404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=2825143335464613404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/2825143335464613404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/2825143335464613404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-for-holidays.html' title='Home For the Holidays'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-8752497251141654433</id><published>2007-12-11T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:08:04.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many of you have been doing something and stop in the middle because it feels like you have done this before, exactly the same. Nothing different about it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup, last night at the Emergency Room, thats how I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As my boyfriend woke me up at 3am to have me go to the hospital, I threw on my only clothes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slipped on my shoes and zipped up my jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We drove to the hospital, it was silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We walked in the waiting room, complete silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The nurse took him in the room and I sat in the ER waiting room alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a few minutes, the nurse came out and called my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I walked in and he was hooked up to two machines with stuff sticking out of his body everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I stopped and looked at him, laying there in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did this sound so familiar and why was i in my least favorite place with my favorite person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate the winter, especially early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love being there for him when he needs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really dont like that Deja Vu feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope we never have an early morning scare like that again (he is okay, just sore) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-8752497251141654433?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8752497251141654433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=8752497251141654433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8752497251141654433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8752497251141654433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/12/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-5894202704347861315</id><published>2007-12-06T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:25:33.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be a daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep having baby dreams. Its beginning to get a little scary, especially the one from last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking through the grocery store, I looked at my boyfriend holding this beautiful baby girl in his arms and kissing her nose while her tiny little body shook and she giggled.  As my eyes wandered around the store he played with this little baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, usually my boyfriend is great with children and is such a goofball, he can make them laugh in a heartbeat. But he doesnt want any of his own, not for a long time. And I am fine with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But back to the dream.. As we were in stores and back at our "home" he would talk to me about the "mother" of the baby. Obviously, it finally hit me and I realized the baby wasnt mine. He was so good with her because he was her only parent. The "mother" of the baby had left him with this beautiful little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was the type of father who was carrying her in the grocery store, talking to her in the back seat while driving down the road, bouncing her on his hip while cooking dinner for the family and talking on the phone. He reminded me of a Mr. Mom. But the baby wasnt even mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How could I fall in love with someone else's child?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a shitty dream all in all.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-5894202704347861315?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5894202704347861315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=5894202704347861315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/5894202704347861315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/5894202704347861315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/12/anyone-can-be-father-but-it-takes.html' title='Anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be a daddy'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-6612036907867037592</id><published>2007-12-05T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:55:47.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A snowflake is winter's butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first flakes of the season are always a beautiful sight, especially when you are hoping for a class cancellation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has never felt this cold before though. Walking to class in the morning (opposite side of campus) is a friggin pain in my fat ass (that has grown since I arrived here at BSC) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am packing up my dorm room and getting ready to head home for a little over a month. I am hoping it is an enjoyable time. I do miss my family and memories from home (okay, the boyfriend too I guess). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After my trip to Mexico (on my Birthday and Christmas) I will do a lot of cleaning and relaxing. I will go shopping too of course :) And enjoy my new gifts that I get for my birthday and christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also plan to do some crafty stuff with my mother while I'm home and relaxing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-6612036907867037592?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6612036907867037592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=6612036907867037592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6612036907867037592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6612036907867037592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/12/snowflake-is-winters-butterfly.html' title='A snowflake is winter&apos;s butterfly'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-7947627858212332799</id><published>2007-10-19T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:18:31.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have... be sure to hold on to it or you will lose it</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never knew who or what I wanted when I started dating. After many “heartbreaks” and failed attempts, I realized the whole dating scene wasn’t for me. I wanted to get out, meet new people and find someone that I actually had feelings for. So many people date for sex, I wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my best friend Chris when I was only 17. He was 23 at the time. Everyone looked at our ages and frowned upon a relationship. When someone told me not to do something, I went for it and did it anyway. My parents supported me, and that was all that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he asked me to be his girlfriend, I never wanted to go a single day without seeing him. I loved being in his arms, around him or even just wrestling on his living room couch. The relationship we had was nothing “normal”. To me, our relationship was something most people don’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can talk to him about anything, I can be myself around him and he is one of three people who can make me laugh no matter how down I am (the other two being my parents).  Please, remind me again why we broke up? I want him back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-7947627858212332799?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7947627858212332799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=7947627858212332799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7947627858212332799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7947627858212332799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-friend-is-like-four-leaf-clover.html' title='a best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have... be sure to hold on to it or you will lose it'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-320269119344406565</id><published>2007-10-14T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:35:18.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t settle for the one you can live with, wait for the one you can’t live without.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont understand why he always comes back into my life when another man walks in. I invite other guys to come visit and he gets jealous. Then he wants to know when he will have his chance to come back into my life and he has his mother call me to talk about our relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    I love him so much, I can tolerate him and the sex is great. But is this what I really want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-320269119344406565?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/320269119344406565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=320269119344406565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/320269119344406565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/320269119344406565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-settle-for-one-you-can-live-with.html' title='Don’t settle for the one you can live with, wait for the one you can’t live without.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-317728439978115764</id><published>2007-10-10T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T04:29:41.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dreams never really come true"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope my past couple dreams never come "true".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In two weddings in one day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cousins husband is my date, and we made out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wore one dress on top of the other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not only was I pregnant, but got attacked by RATS and BIRDS in the dressing room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this some kind of sign?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-317728439978115764?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/317728439978115764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=317728439978115764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/317728439978115764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/317728439978115764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreams-never-really-come-true.html' title='&quot;Dreams never really come true&quot;'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-7721136970398650256</id><published>2007-10-03T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T07:15:26.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Pregnancy Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;A phone call at two in the morning is never good news. When the first thing you hear is sobbing, you suddenly become worried. The first words out of her mouth were “I’m pregnant”.  I could not even speak because I didn’t know how to respond. The feeling of fear ran through my body. The only thing I could think about is this is my best friend and her whole life is going to change.  Will our friendship change too? From that day on, I promised to stay by her side no matter what she went through. Our other friends walked away from her and became embarrassed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        As my friend went through many physical and emotional changes, I knew I couldn’t walk away on her. The situation was complicated for me too, because I didn’t know how to handle certain situations. Our regular shopping trips changed to shopping for maternity clothes and baby clothes. We made more frequent stops for late night ice cream and many other munchies. We still spent a lot of time together, but the friendship definitely changed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        During the eighth month of her pregnancy, she was becoming sick and her small figure could not handle the stress. Things were not going well with her and the father of the baby, so I would always get phone calls through the day and all hours of the night.  Every time my phone rang, I would get in the car and pick her up.  I would bring her to my house for the night, or to her parents. If her boyfriend was working, I would sit on her couch and talk to her until she stopped crying or fell asleep. For some foolish reason, she always went back to him. She didn’t deserve this. She was having his child and he treated her like she meant nothing to him.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         One night when I was not feeling well myself, I received the worst call. I heard her crying and couldn’t understand her at all. The only words I heard were “please come get me” and “I’m so sorry”. I heard fear in her voice and didn’t know what to do. I ran out the door just after midnight, not fully awake and drove to the apartment she lived in with her boyfriend. On the ride there, my body was trembling. What if he was hurting her? What if he comes after me?  I was almost relieved when I saw blue lights as I pulled into her driveway. There were police cars, people and my best friend. I didn’t ask any questions, I knew this wasn’t the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        That’s when I heard the police officer say “domestic abuse.”  Another officer walked over to me and told me that I needed to bring my friend somewhere safe and let her calm down.  She walked over to me, escorted by another police officer. He didn’t ask who I was, or where I was bringing her. Something happened to this poor young girl, and they were just going to let her leave with some stranger?  I really didn’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         We drove to my house, there were no words exchanged, just the sound of her crying and sniffles. I watched her rub her stomach as tears rolled down her face. As we arrived at my house and sat in the driveway, she started to talk. She wanted to tell me what happened but couldn’t. She hugged me and asked “How could he?”  I obviously knew at this point that something happened between her and her boyfriend. But I still didn’t know exactly what. We sat in the living room as she cried and attempted to explain to me what happened that night. She said her biggest fear was losing the baby because her boyfriend was hurting her physically and emotionally. She was telling me the things he had done to her, and I just became so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         My best friend has become a mother. She also married the father of her baby. Since the birth of her baby boy our friendship has grown stronger. She still deals with the abuse and neglect of her husband. She continues to tell me what happens and I don’t care to know. I constantly worry about my best friend and her son. But she chooses to stay in this situation. During her pregnancy, we both went through a lot as friends. I have learned from my best friend’s mistakes and for this I am grateful. I’m very fortunate to have this friendship and knowing that we have each other to rely on makes it even better. Having a child definitely changes a relationship between teenage friends, but it is one learning experience that I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-7721136970398650256?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7721136970398650256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=7721136970398650256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7721136970398650256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7721136970398650256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/10/teen-pregnancy-paper.html' title='Teen Pregnancy Paper'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-4500602028507266295</id><published>2007-10-01T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T04:16:18.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let the past hold you back, your missing the good stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever felt scared by change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything is changing lately. The leaves, my body, my schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The season of fall is coming. The cool air, the beautiful leaves. And of course, the talk of Halloween. I never really got into the season of skimpy outfits in the cold weather and running to random doors down the street screaming "Trick or Treat" and running away with fistfuls of candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that the cool air is coming, its an opportunity to wear cute clothes, cuddle more and always be comfortable :) No more flip flops, sandcastles or beach days :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My schedule may change for the better in a few weeks, but taking this babysitting position might just be the death of me. We will see what happens. Hopefully its not as bad as it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-4500602028507266295?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4500602028507266295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=4500602028507266295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/4500602028507266295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/4500602028507266295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-let-past-hold-you-back-your.html' title='Don&apos;t let the past hold you back, your missing the good stuff...'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-5394949498961154433</id><published>2007-09-30T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:14:55.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of walking in Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cannolis in the North End, Hard Rock Cafe, Walk through Quincy Market &amp;amp; Fanueil Hall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flip flops on the cobblestone, watching all the weirdos at night, seeing the "markets" on the side of the streets and all the other memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only during an afternoon/early evening with Daddy and Brad in Boston :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I mention I got a free glass, cannolis and lots of giggles out of this trip :) Love those two men!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-5394949498961154433?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5394949498961154433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=5394949498961154433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/5394949498961154433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/5394949498961154433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/09/lots-of-walking-in-boston.html' title='Lots of walking in Boston'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-3028414268709110908</id><published>2007-09-28T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:19:38.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Over a New Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This whole school thing may not be so bad..Depending on whose point of view you see it from. You definately dont want advice about college from a freshman. Almost all the people that I have met do not like college and want to go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this point, I would love to pack up everything that I bought for college and go home. If there was SOMETHING back home for me. I have nothing special back at home, other than family and a boy who always puts himself first and doesnt know the first thing about having a girlfriend. Im trying so hard to keep reminding myself that I wont be any happier when I am back at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only thing different about home is that I wouldnt have to share a room, or a dorm with 800 other people. I would only be sharing a house with 3 other people and 2 animals. That wouldnt be so bad. I really want to go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad is coming to visit tomorrow and we might go spend the day in boston. THAT would be fun. Lets just wait and see if that really happens. I am pretty excited to just get out of the dorm and go somewhere other than  my dorm room or the cafe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-3028414268709110908?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3028414268709110908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=3028414268709110908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/3028414268709110908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/3028414268709110908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/09/turning-over-new-leaf.html' title='Turning Over a New Leaf'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-8525690317292418023</id><published>2007-09-17T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:40:53.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College is not as easy as A-B-C</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Move in day went really well. Until my parents decided it was time for them to leave. Never have I felt so distant from my own family. I wouldnt let my father go. I cried before they even left and still because I feel lonely. Days are shorter, and countdowns till I go home seem to go quicker. Friday is my first time going home since I moved into my dorm room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My roommate is not a total sweetheart like I had hoped she would be. Being an only child and living with your mother and grandparents seems to be a luxury. Her friends and family visit frequently and choose  totake over our room. It gets to be annoying, but shes not a raging alcoholic that pukes everywhere :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The social life is getting better. I am making friends (male and female) and I have not been as shy as I had expected. I am having a hard time sticking up for myself though and getting walked all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My classes are not that bad. I am glad that none of my teachers totally suck. My math is Freshman Skills and then US History, then my William James Freshman Seminar. And on Tuesday Thursday, I have Writing/English for an hour. I wake up early, get out of class early, but definately dont go to sleep early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;College life gives a whole new meaning to Thirsty Thursday. I thought it was bad at home on a Thursday night, boy was I wrong :) Thirsty Thursday here is wild and everyone knows it. I am going to eventually get my ass out there and "party my ass off or dance on the ceiling" as my cousin justin said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have talked to a few close friends and family since I have been here who have given me some great advice. The RA's are friendly, but not very helpful. I hope that changes eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend should be fun and I will be updating more now that I found the link to update my blog :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-8525690317292418023?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8525690317292418023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=8525690317292418023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8525690317292418023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8525690317292418023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/09/college-is-not-as-easy-as-b-c.html' title='College is not as easy as A-B-C'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-6927587156990876600</id><published>2007-08-28T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:07:02.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I appreciate the unpredictability of nature and like to live my life a little rugged and rough around the edges.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got a high sex drive and appetite for love, there's nothing like a little affection to give me a buzz. There is never enough time to love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it comes to holidays, relaxing and spending time with family and friends is what it is all about. I care deeply about family life and all that comes with it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like long, lazy, sunny days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like to live for today and not get caught up thinking about tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it comes to my living space, I have a cool and contemporary taste. My environment needs to be stylish and clean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My idea of freedom is being in charge of my own direction. The open Road and a full tank can take me pretty much anywhere.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-6927587156990876600?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6927587156990876600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=6927587156990876600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6927587156990876600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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beach where the sand is powder-white and the sea the deepest blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really need to go travleing more more than I do, with no strings  just the freedom to move and get away whenever or wherever  I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd like to be an artist, really doing something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Id like to breathe underwater, and be gone in a flick of the tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It would be amazing to hang out on an island of my own in some far- off tropical sea, one never touched by human contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd like a tiger you can cuddle and who would make you feel safe from all harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd like a proper mixologist to make up special cocktails for all my friends at a party on a warm summer night out by the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-7180198091679781977?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7180198091679781977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=7180198091679781977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7180198091679781977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/7180198091679781977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-wishes.html' title='My Wishes'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-1071365070628875686</id><published>2007-08-18T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:56:12.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweatshirt Season..Sweet September</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting here typing this update, im getting goosebumps. The cool October-like breeze is blowing at my back as I think about what im going to pack for college. I only have a little over two weeks left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next Saturday is my going away party and im super excited for that. I did some pre-celebrating last night with a close girlfriend and a guy friend of mine. Behaved myself too, only 3 malibu bay breezes. Definately gave me a little bit of a buzz, but I enjoyed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really dont have much else to update. Things are going really well for the most part. Just enjoying my last few weeks in this town, as much as I possibly can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-1071365070628875686?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1071365070628875686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=1071365070628875686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/1071365070628875686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/1071365070628875686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweatshirt-seasonsweet-september.html' title='Sweatshirt Season..Sweet September'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-8649265419859841399</id><published>2007-08-03T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:25:52.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never met a mall that I didn't like</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After receiving another $500 for graduation money, I decided to head to a mall further from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pheasant Lane Mall, Burlington Coat Factory and back to the mall closer to home. Not only did i buy a LOT of stuff, but I barely spent $150 of my $500. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought an Green Aero zip up sweatshirt, AE Artist Jeans, VS panties (6), Some panties and a sexy lingerie thing from Burlinginton, Tee from Urban Behavior and some bras from JCPenny. Of course all my bras and panties had to match though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-8649265419859841399?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8649265419859841399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=8649265419859841399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8649265419859841399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8649265419859841399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-never-met-mall-that-i-didnt-like.html' title='I&apos;ve never met a mall that I didn&apos;t like'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-2537476986928092080</id><published>2007-08-03T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:21:45.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I babysat the other day and made a little extra cash. So I decided to head up to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ex really didnt want to come with me and said that I should just go with my cousin who is 10 years old. So I went up and met my best friend and her boyfriend who were camping. My friend and my cousin came with me up there to visit. We were at the beach from 11am till 3pm. It was beautfil. I definately got burnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a great day though and couldnt have asked for better weather. Looking forward to another trip to the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-2537476986928092080?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2537476986928092080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=2537476986928092080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/2537476986928092080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/2537476986928092080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-beach.html' title='Back to the beach'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-6001584786717911219</id><published>2007-07-27T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:13:37.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddly Campers at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Wednesday night, me and the ex decided to take a ride up to the beach. My mothers family is there (camping) on vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday was a terrible day. Got to work and got spoken to because my hair wasnt up the right way and the "board of health" had complained.  Then I was spoken to for my shirt. Then i was told that we dont served "DROPPED" eggs, only "POACHED". By this point, I was ready to snap. Then my boss said some other things that really bothered me.  I got home and called her to talk about quitting. I was very decent, and gave her my two week notice (hoping she would tell me not to come back). Just makes me sooo bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I officially only have my two monsters on Wednesdays and Fridays now. Pretty scary because I am leaving for college broke. I am putting myself out there for babysitting now. Anytime someone needs me, I will be available cuz I realllly need the money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways...back to the beach. We arrived, did some fishing and swimming in the ocean. Then we had steak for dinner and went for a walk. On the ride home, we decided to stop and play mini golf at the cool dinosaur course. Then we played games with some dirty truck driver who refused to take his eyes off of me and the ex in traffice...hehe. We had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-6001584786717911219?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6001584786717911219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=6001584786717911219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6001584786717911219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/6001584786717911219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/07/cuddly-campers-at-beach.html' title='Cuddly Campers at the beach'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-3240583630120843006</id><published>2007-07-21T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:48:44.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you love your job, you never have to work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my case, my job sucks. Both of them actually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babysitting is going to kill me, while my waitressing job is pushing me to become crazy (even more than usual). If I end up wearing another splash of maple syrup, im going to lose it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So its been a while since I last updated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much more shopping has been done, but nothing too exciting to write about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got some things in the mail this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My student loan was...denied...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My college bill came in... (Anyone want to pay $6,000?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the fun things, including my lap top and mouse, still have not arrived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not pleased with the postal company.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-3240583630120843006?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3240583630120843006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=3240583630120843006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/3240583630120843006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/3240583630120843006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-you-love-your-job-you-never-have.html' title='When you love your job, you never have to work.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-8641722746071766318</id><published>2007-07-15T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:56:13.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When i get tired of shopping, i sit down and try on shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bed Bath &amp; Beyond, Target, Kohls and an express Pizza Hut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got my adorable bed set&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087621219263149666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/RprciyXrdmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VLuOMJSNiUU/s200/comforter+set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and some other things for my dorm room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/Rprc3iXrdnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8me5iJX4CfM/s1600-h/xtra+sheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087621575745435250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/Rprc3iXrdnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8me5iJX4CfM/s200/xtra+sheets.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/RprdSSXrdpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Tb2S_zzI7rQ/s1600-h/pink+towels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087622035306935954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/RprdSSXrdpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Tb2S_zzI7rQ/s200/pink+towels.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087622164155954850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/RprdZyXrdqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZkhbNrCKn0k/s200/green+towels.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cups, shower caddy, clothes and of course a shopping trip is not complete without an adorable pair of shoes.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-8641722746071766318?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8641722746071766318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=8641722746071766318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8641722746071766318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8641722746071766318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-i-get-tired-of-shopping-i-sit-down.html' title='When i get tired of shopping, i sit down and try on shoes.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/RprciyXrdmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VLuOMJSNiUU/s72-c/comforter+set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676250325269670351.post-3967223367008099360</id><published>2007-07-12T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T19:50:23.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trips are measured by moments, not miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/RpbmrCXrdkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5mFvsZaKdA/s1600-h/Picture+748.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086506456206505538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/RpbmrCXrdkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5mFvsZaKdA/s320/Picture+748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spent Mon, Tue, Wed, Thur with the ex.  The 3.5 hour ride to VT was awkward at first. Then after pointing out the retarded tree, we loosened up. Giggled and talked a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once we arrived, we did some fishing and four wheeling. A little bit of drinking, Madden and talking.  Things turned out GREAT and the place we stayed at was beautiful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The views were breathtaking and we even managed to find a beach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though we arent back in a relationship, we are going to build our friendship back up and try to see where things lead us until I leave for school. At this point, I couldnt be happier because he is just so good to me as a friend. I couldnt ask for anyone better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086507182055978578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/RpbnVSXrdlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QClNUzvz0HM/s200/Picture+723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/8676250325269670351-3967223367008099360?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3967223367008099360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=3967223367008099360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/3967223367008099360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/3967223367008099360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/07/road-trips-are-measured-by-moments-not.html' title='Road trips are measured by moments, not miles'/><author><name>Jackie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eflcp3qbjFo/RpbmrCXrdkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5mFvsZaKdA/s72-c/Picture+748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676250325269670351.post-5419085426785177135</id><published>2007-07-09T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:40:11.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you not only for what you are, but for how i am with you</title><content type='html'>Family cookout definately didnt go as planned. Lots of drinking was expected, a few fights is the usual...but not the car accident in front of the house. Kind of ruined everyones day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked out to breakfast this morning, so I went and enjoyed it. Then asked to go on vacation for a few days. Can you say...curve ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to pack my things, and cross my fingers. Lets hope this will fix things and end it all with a great friendship. I wont lie, I was waiting for a hug and kiss when he got here this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-5419085426785177135?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5419085426785177135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=5419085426785177135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/5419085426785177135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/5419085426785177135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-you-not-only-for-what-you-are.html' title='I love you not only for what you are, but for how i am with you'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-2822518535704868871</id><published>2007-07-08T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:04:23.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>live with no excuses and love with no regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took me a long time to tell my ex that I loved him. I still do love him, actually. Breaking up with him was the last thing that I wanted at the time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other guys now are trying to walk into my life and take his place. There is a void that wont be filled anytime soon unless there are some problems we can prevent in the future between me and my ex. I miss him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family cookout today though :) Kinda excited, I wont lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-2822518535704868871?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2822518535704868871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=2822518535704868871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/2822518535704868871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/2822518535704868871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-with-no-excuses-and-love-with-no.html' title='live with no excuses and love with no regrets'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-3176635135583884717</id><published>2007-07-06T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:20:20.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats up doc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sat the the doctors office for over an hour today to get my shots for college. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the doctor filled out the forms and gave me the information on the shots that I was receiving, the nurse comes in and explains to me that the office is all out of the ones that I needed. How is that possible? ... So now they are going to call me back this week and see what day I can go there again to sit for an hour and be miserable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end, it should all be worth it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a better note, Last night was a lot of fun. Spent some time with Courtney, J.J., Peterson, Jgrow and my brother.  Warm weather, cold drinks and many games of pool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-3176635135583884717?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3176635135583884717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=3176635135583884717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/3176635135583884717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/3176635135583884717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-up-doc.html' title='whats up doc?'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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-8676250325269670351.post-8185172870714716234</id><published>2007-07-04T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:58:10.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the sun goes down</title><content type='html'>A little sunburned still from Sunday. Really glad its going to rain for the next 3 or 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the family get-together on Sunday afternoon though. Even after a Graduation, Shower, Baccelorette party, and Wedding over the past 2 months, I still feel as though I havent seen my own family enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After September, I wont see them until Christmas. Its amazing how quickly the time goes by though. Only two months from today I will be sitting in class thinking about my summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676250325269670351-8185172870714716234?l=sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8185172870714716234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676250325269670351&amp;postID=8185172870714716234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8185172870714716234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676250325269670351/posts/default/8185172870714716234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesummertime.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-sun-goes-down.html' title='When the sun goes down'/><author><name>Jackie</name><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>
