<?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-5920586</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:41:37.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strictly for Therapy</title><subtitle type='html'>I blog for entertainment, education, cyber friends, but I mostly blog because it is my outlet, my ventilation, MY THERAPY.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>306</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-111403580233207294</id><published>2005-04-20T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T15:23:22.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIK!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111403580233207294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111403580233207294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111403580233207294' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-111403010200570760</id><published>2005-04-20T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:48:22.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KICKIN IT KOUNTRY STILE</title><summary type='text'>THE FAMILY AND I MADE A SHORT TRIP TO HOT SPRINGS. THE HOUSE ON THE HILL THAT OVERLOOKED THE RIVER WAS ALL DECKED OUT IN THE CLASSICAL COUNTRY DÉCOR. VERY NICE! I WAS MOST IMPRESSED BY THE BED IN THE MASTER BEDROOM. I AM 5'10 AND HAD TO STAND ON MY TIPPY TOES TO CLIMB INTO IT. THE FOUR TALL POSTS AT EACH CORNER WERE JUST PERFECT FOR… WELL, I AM SURE YOU CAN IMAGINE! LOL. I ALSO ENJOYED THE THREE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111403010200570760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111403010200570760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111403010200570760' title='KICKIN IT KOUNTRY STILE'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-111325682271190006</id><published>2005-04-11T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:00:22.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT did you say?</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know what my deal has been lately but the possibility of me needing a hearing aid may be high.On the radio, a commercial is aired advertising 1-800-BRAIDS. The spill about "we'll have you in and out within 2hrs" caught my attention since most women's hair take longer than 2hrs to braid. But what REALLY caught my attention was them offering an oil change while you wait. A place that braids</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111325682271190006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111325682271190006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111325682271190006' title='WHAT did you say?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-111291203121394503</id><published>2005-04-07T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T15:46:18.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Min Sell Out!</title><summary type='text'>I had the perfect idea for mother's day, which is a surprise because my mother has become hard to shop for over the years. I heard through the grapevine that Oprah Winfrey is coming to Dallas May 21st. I hadn't heard any press or details, so I go searching on how I could get my mother a ticket. On Orprah's website it gives details on how to get the $185ea tickets. I talked my brother into going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111291203121394503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111291203121394503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111291203121394503' title='20 Min Sell Out!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-111098934424534704</id><published>2005-03-16T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T08:09:04.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ</title><summary type='text'>Every time I turn on the TV there is some special with child psychologists or other types of therapist analyzing Michael Jackson's childhood. It really makes no sense. I believe that too many people blame their childhood for the issues they are facing as adults. Granted, your childhood is a foundation, a start for who you will be as an adult, but the life experiences, and education afterwards is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111098934424534704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111098934424534704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111098934424534704' title='MJ'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-111084232251807551</id><published>2005-03-14T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:18:42.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 things in my world</title><summary type='text'>1. I started selling Avon, so check out my link!2. I have went on a jewelry rampage…. Bought about 20 items on Ebay, tons of Avon, and even Premier Design's expensive stuff.3. Exbfriend and I decided to work on things. (no surprise to some of you)4. I am scheduled for Cancun May 16th and am so excited.5. I have lost a total of 65lbs, and am trying to reach my size 12 jeans.6. I did my first Body </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111084232251807551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/111084232251807551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111084232251807551' title='Top 10 things in my world'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-110791256986868816</id><published>2005-02-08T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:29:29.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fat Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>Last year NikNik and I went to Mardi Gras. It was right after Valentines Day, so I was not prepared for Fat Tuesday to be so early this year. Christany and I talked about going this year, but I guess it is a little too late now!When did Fat Tuesday become so popular in Texas? Every single radio station I listen to is talking about mardi gras and Fat Tuesday and Ash Wednesday, etc. Too bad I have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110791256986868816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110791256986868816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110791256986868816' title='Happy Fat Tuesday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-110676682075985074</id><published>2005-01-26T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:13:40.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Hey, HEY, hey!</title><summary type='text'>I know I haven't updated in a long time. I haven't felt like it! I have thought about updating many times though. LOLNothing too different has been going on with me. I'm still in school, still working, still hanging out with the same people, still stressin ex-boyfriend.I recently made a trip to Houston to visit Christany for her b-day. It was really cool!January is a month full of birthdays</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110676682075985074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110676682075985074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110676682075985074' title='Hey, Hey, HEY, hey!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-110434877359364022</id><published>2004-12-29T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:32:53.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Curly</title><summary type='text'>LILBRO AND CURLY ARE DONE, ESPECIALLY AFTER SHE FINALIZES EVERYTHING ON X-MAS EVE… THAT BITCH!SO NATURALLY, I AM PLAYING MATCH MAKER AND AM TRYING TO HOOK HIM UP WITH MCKINNEY FROM WORK. I HAVE EVEN EXCHANGED THEIR PICTURES AND PHONE NUMBERS! I AM FEELING QUITE CUPIDLY (IF THAT IS EVEN A WORD) TODAY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110434877359364022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110434877359364022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110434877359364022' title='Bye Bye Curly'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-110383923498314780</id><published>2004-12-23T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T14:00:34.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HO HO HO</title><summary type='text'>I'm actually still at work! :(Just wanted to wish anyone who may be stopping by my page a MERRY CHRISTMAS!PS... Stay warm! I'ts a recording breaking 19 degress here. (and that doesn't happen often, here in Texas!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110383923498314780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110383923498314780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110383923498314780' title='HO HO HO'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-110356889915952660</id><published>2004-12-20T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T10:54:59.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery of the Candy Canes</title><summary type='text'>I usually mail out a slew of Christmas cards, and this year was no exception. Only this year, I included one wrapped miniature candy cane per card. I addressed each card with a personal message, labeled the envelopes, bought two books of stamps at the post office, stamped each envelope and placed the cards in the outgoing mail bin. The next day, I had already gotten calls of thanks from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110356889915952660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110356889915952660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110356889915952660' title='Mystery of the Candy Canes'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-110304228394980546</id><published>2004-12-14T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T08:38:03.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><summary type='text'>I haven’t updated simply because I haven’t felt like. I have been really busy and just have not been in a cybering mood. I’m sorry to all of you bloggers whose pages I haven’t read or commented on. I will catch up eventually. Promise.Here are just a few, non-detailed things that have been going on in my world…I have finished all of my Christmas shopping! There are just a few, little things I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110304228394980546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110304228394980546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110304228394980546' title='HELLO'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-110030332941188693</id><published>2004-11-12T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T15:48:49.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup</title><summary type='text'>Between work and my new class that I recently started, I have been pulling my hair out!My typical day starts with me running 5mins behind, I get to work only to find my trainer waiting for me. We train for about an hour, I then work on things I know how to do, then lunch, then a meeting, then a "special project" from my manager, then more work, then it's time to go home. Shhheewww! The days are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110030332941188693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110030332941188693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110030332941188693' title='Ketchup'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-110018931060031402</id><published>2004-11-11T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T08:14:37.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><summary type='text'> Very. Busy. Will. Post. Later. *heavily panting*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110018931060031402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/110018931060031402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110018931060031402' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109967446231515720</id><published>2004-11-05T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T09:07:42.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday there was a bank robbery just blocks away from my work's building. Read this article for more details. Though this has been plastered all over the news, I just dismissed the idea of it being so close to home (or work rather). This morning a co-worker was out walking the parameters for exercise during break, and came across a shot gun lying in the grass of our parking lot. The gun was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109967446231515720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109967446231515720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109967446231515720' title='WOW'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109967137164717396</id><published>2004-11-05T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T08:20:58.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frightening Realization</title><summary type='text'>I was just sent this email that included the below pictures of famous actors and actresses.It was when I was in Junior High when Brad Pitt starting becoming famous. It was around the time he did the half animated movie with Kim Basinger called Cool World. I had pictures of Brad hung in my locker; I was so obsessed. Then he became too popular that I didn’t want to be categorized as "another girl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109967137164717396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109967137164717396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109967137164717396' title='Frightening Realization'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109958317151053427</id><published>2004-11-04T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T07:46:11.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in total DEBT</title><summary type='text'>In the course of re-enrolling into my health benefits for open enrollment here at work, I have found that during the three months I was out of a permanent position, my cobra coverage was cancelled. This means that the surgery I had was not covered. When I found out, I just broke down and cried! The surgery was $30,000!Part of my severance from being laid off was that my employer was going to pay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109958317151053427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109958317151053427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109958317151053427' title='I&apos;m in total DEBT'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109943462144672038</id><published>2004-11-02T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:30:21.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Grip!</title><summary type='text'>This may be insensitive of me, but I am letting it out anyway.There was this manager that has worked here at Safeco for many years. She is in her mid to late 30's, and married with no children. Her and her husband wanted children and tried and tried, but never succeeded. The manager wound up transferring to another location outside of TX and still occasionally talks to some of our branch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109943462144672038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109943462144672038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109943462144672038' title='Get a Grip!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109943311662736450</id><published>2004-11-02T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:05:16.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaks Come out at Night</title><summary type='text'>Saturday night, Bern, Alex, LilBro, Curly, Peg, This Man, and a few others, and I all met at what This Man calls the Cross Roads. It is the Lemon and Oaklawn area, which is close to SMU. This is where the Halloween parade/festival was being held. We all got down there about 8:30pm. We had to park about five blocks away and then hike on foot. Once we approached the "cross roads", my jaw hit the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109943311662736450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109943311662736450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109943311662736450' title='Freaks Come out at Night'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109907370454963361</id><published>2004-10-29T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T11:15:04.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><summary type='text'>I seriously doubt I will be posting before Sunday, so I wanted to take this time to wish everyone a happy Halloween!Here is a cute little link for you to enjoy. http://minibytes.mondominishows.com/poo/affiliates/play.asp?Affil=iwon&amp;************************************************************************************I am off to the gym, the tattoo place with friends, then to the movies to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109907370454963361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109907370454963361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109907370454963361' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109889884574758241</id><published>2004-10-27T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T10:40:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to be?</title><summary type='text'>This weekend a big crowd of friends and I are going to a Halloween parade / festival.Peg and I thought of the PERFECT costumes...John Kerry and George Bush!I found a costume rental place that sells political masks. I called and reserved the masks. The attendant said they have sold out three times already and that she was not ordering anymore and to hurry while supplies last. I think for an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109889884574758241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109889884574758241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109889884574758241' title='What to be?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109881793935484832</id><published>2004-10-26T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T12:17:28.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson learned?</title><summary type='text'>I am a speed demon. I CAN NOT, WILL NOT, totally REFUSE to drive the speed limit. Anyone who knows me, knows that I have unpaid speeding tickets in several cities. I cant help it!A couple of weeks ago NikNik asked if I would take her to pick up her soon to be Baby's daddy from Athens TX, which is about an hour and a half away from Dallas. I agreed and we made a little road trip out of it. On </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109881793935484832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109881793935484832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109881793935484832' title='A lesson learned?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109845826121011288</id><published>2004-10-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T08:17:41.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Mockeries</title><summary type='text'>MAN, I LOVE THESE!Click here for the Hib-Hop debateClick here to slap the shit out of em!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109845826121011288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109845826121011288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109845826121011288' title='Political Mockeries'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109845775843463688</id><published>2004-10-22T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T08:09:18.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worth</title><summary type='text'>Is it not true that there  have been times when you have denied, jeopardized, or put aside your  own needs and well-being to provide for those you consider important  and valuable? Most of us do it most of the time, and that is exactly  why it seems perfectly normal. destruction of self-worth begins  the moment we assign a value to something outside ourselves. The  destruction continues when we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109845775843463688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109845775843463688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109845775843463688' title='My Worth'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109823498729104074</id><published>2004-10-19T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T18:17:53.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legalizing gay marriage</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this last Thursday after the last presidentail debate. I have been so busy the last couple of days that I haven't had time to post anything.*****************************************************************************I had class last night, so I didn’t get to watch the last presidential debate. I did however leave a bit early and caught the tail end of it. I was disappointed that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109823498729104074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109823498729104074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109823498729104074' title='Legalizing gay marriage'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109776373165885404</id><published>2004-10-14T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T07:22:11.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>                                                    Men never learn</title><summary type='text'>Due to inherit a fortune when his sickly, widower father died,Charles decided he needed a woman to enjoy it with.Going to a singles' bar, he spotted a woman whose beauty took his breath away."I'm just an ordinary man," he said, walking up to her,"but in just a week or two, my father will die and I'll inherit 20 million dollars."The woman went home with Charles,and the next day she became </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109776373165885404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109776373165885404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109776373165885404' title='                                                    Men never learn'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109770555780094322</id><published>2004-10-13T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T15:13:59.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts</title><summary type='text'>Got this from Jamie! (thanks!)You are Snoopy! Which Peanuts Character are You? brought to you by QuizillaToday I proved to be the life of the party. Here at work we had the "Olympics" and I won two first place metals. (loosing a few pounds sure is paying off!) I will have to share some pics that the "paparazzi" snapped too. As far as being complex, I totally agree. I usually don't even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109770555780094322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109770555780094322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109770555780094322' title='Peanuts'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109760135379615416</id><published>2004-10-12T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:15:53.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Today I am 25 years old. I should be happy right? Sure, today I am old enough to rent a car in my name. Starting today I will get cheaper insurance rates. Starting today I now can not be refused for anything, for now I am classified as an adult in all ways possible. All that's just great, but I don’t want to get old. Aging scares the hell out of me! Being an official "adult" bares heavier weight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109760135379615416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109760135379615416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109760135379615416' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109751262127085553</id><published>2004-10-11T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T09:37:01.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Stories</title><summary type='text'>I have some to tell you guys, I just have been so busy and I know that it is going to take me a while to type these stories out. For me, writing does not come as natural as Yolanda, Christany or Amanda. I actually struggle with my words. But, I have decided to go ahead and share the past couple of weekends.The weekend before last:Me and NikNik were to meet Bern and Alex at the Village, which is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109751262127085553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109751262127085553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109751262127085553' title='Weekend Stories'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109724464195548218</id><published>2004-10-08T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T07:13:41.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More debates?</title><summary type='text'>I watched the Presidential debate, and started to watch the Vice Presidential debate, but the first 10 mins into it, they were saying the same things as the first one I watched. Plus Nip Tuck's season finally was on, and I couldn’t miss that! (Oh, and it was jaw-dropping good too!)SO I hear tonight will be the second presidential debate, but I doubt I will watch it either. I will not sit at home</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109724464195548218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109724464195548218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724464195548218' title='More debates?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109707485380181993</id><published>2004-10-06T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T08:00:53.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde moments</title><summary type='text'>Seeing as that I am a blonde, I love blonde jokes.I love using the "I'm a blonde" excuse to validate stupid comments, or actions of mine. So, here is a blonde joke that reminds me of ME!A blonde decides to do something wild that she hasn't done before -- rent her first X-rated adult video. She goes to the video store and after looking around for a while, selects a title that sounds very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109707485380181993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109707485380181993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109707485380181993' title='Blonde moments'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109707343373812384</id><published>2004-10-06T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T07:37:13.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long Post</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I couldn't think of a catchy title... sue me! LOLI have been so super busy lately. At work I am going through massive training. I feel like I am in school all over again. I spend half the day reading pictorials and taking tests. Then in the second half of the day, I am either reading tutorials or training with a mentor on the diagnostics of the FIVE HUNDRED systems I will be using. (ok, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109707343373812384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109707343373812384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109707343373812384' title='A long Post'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109664300514420775</id><published>2004-10-01T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T15:31:48.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote 2004</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I know I said no politics, but with the debate last night I feel the need to express my opinions. Before the debate, I have not thought really as to who I am going to vote for. I still am not sure either! I watched the debate with an open and clear mind, with no bias towards either party. I have always seen pros and cons in both the Republicans and the Democrats, and that is exactly what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109664300514420775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109664300514420775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109664300514420775' title='Vote 2004'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109650213429822296</id><published>2004-09-29T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T16:55:34.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Booster</title><summary type='text'>My horoscope reads… (Libra) You're ordinarily the nicest, most compromising sign in the world - but anyone who challenges you now will run off yelping with their tail between their legs. Don't apologize. Even Libras get to vent every now and then. This blog is my ventilation, so thanks to all of you (or few of you) who read and comment!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109650213429822296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109650213429822296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109650213429822296' title='My Booster'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109650135127199338</id><published>2004-09-29T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T16:42:31.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times!</title><summary type='text'>My first little get together after surgery was great! NikNik, LilBro, Pudge, and my cousin who I will call Woods, and Lilbro’s friend, who I will call CaddoBoy, all got together at my house after NikNik, Woods and I returned from Studio Movie Grill. We saw The Forgotten, with Julianne More. It was so suspenseful I almost had a heart attack Twice! I had a buzz from the three glasses of wine from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109650135127199338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109650135127199338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109650135127199338' title='Fun Times!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109640492753295152</id><published>2004-09-28T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:55:27.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><summary type='text'>I have not talked about politics much on this site. I don't like the topic. But I just couldn't resist in sharing this!G.W.Bush and John Kerry accidentally wound up at the same barbershop at the same time while stopping for a little touchup while campaigning.As they sat in adjacent chairs, worked on by different barbers, not a word was spoken.  The barbers were even afraid to start a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109640492753295152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109640492753295152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109640492753295152' title='Politics'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109617433446179533</id><published>2004-09-25T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T21:52:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School </title><summary type='text'>Since I had surgery on a Wednesday and my classes are on Thursdays, I had to drop the class I was currently in. (You can only miss one week of class or else the University will drop you anyway). So I had called my academic counselor and got no response from her to inform me of how to handle the dropping and rescheduling of a class. Today I get a call from a different counselor telling me that if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109617433446179533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109617433446179533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109617433446179533' title='School '/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109609768781580269</id><published>2004-09-25T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T00:34:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Rogers' Neighborhood</title><summary type='text'>LilBro said he read in a magazine (life) an article about Fred McFeely Rogers, the man that plays Mr. Rogers in the TV show for kids, who actually just died last year. I thought it was quite interesting because though his program was the PBS’s longest running program ever, and though “Mr. Rogers” won dozens of awards including 4 Emmys and the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation's highest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109609768781580269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109609768781580269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109609768781580269' title='Mister Rogers&apos; Neighborhood'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109587618336297798</id><published>2004-09-22T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T11:07:17.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Garland</title><summary type='text'>My mother received a ticket in the mail for running a red light. It was one of those tickets you get electronically from the intersection light snapping a picture of your car. The documentation that the city mails you shows three pictures and you can access it online for color prints. The more she investigated, she came to the conclusion that it was not HER that ran the light. She had not even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109587618336297798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109587618336297798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109587618336297798' title='City of Garland'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109587526263570753</id><published>2004-09-22T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T10:47:42.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Movie Buff</title><summary type='text'>Still doing good. Just kind of staying to myself the past week or so. I did go to the doctor with exboyfriend yesterday. We went to the movies after his doctor’s appointment to see Borne supremacy. It was better than the first I think. The theatre was so empty. After the movie was over we snuck into another movie… and then another… and then another…. And even another. It was midnight by the time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109587526263570753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109587526263570753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109587526263570753' title='I&apos;m a Movie Buff'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109527345298261229</id><published>2004-09-15T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T11:37:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I am back!</title><summary type='text'>Hi! I am back!It has been one week since my surgery. I am doing really well considering I have good drugs and a comfy couch. I have watched every new release that has hit blockbuster, I starting loving Oprah again, and I even watched a couple of soaps. (which is something I NEVER watch)The first couple of days I stayed with my mom who was really great. She hopped up at the first moan to get me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109527345298261229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109527345298261229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109527345298261229' title='OMG I am back!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109415789523031607</id><published>2004-09-02T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T13:44:55.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought these were funny!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109415789523031607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109415789523031607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109415789523031607' title='Thought these were funny!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109415770590410338</id><published>2004-09-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T13:41:45.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Do or Die</title><summary type='text'>I interviewed to go permanent in this position I am temping for this week. Next Tuesday is my last working day before I take leave for surgery. My manager will let me know if I got the position permanently on or before Tuesday.IF I DO: I will return two weeks from my surgery, all benefits will be reinstated.IF I DON’T: I will not have a job, no income, and no benefits.Needless to say, I am a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109415770590410338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109415770590410338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109415770590410338' title='It&apos;s Do or Die'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109399034806512855</id><published>2004-08-31T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T15:12:28.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland update</title><summary type='text'>I NEVER check my horoscope, but it so happens that I did just now. This is what is says for the Libra that I am...Whatever you were planning for today, forget about it. Everything is up in the air.Guess that helps pull me back to the harsh reality from my previous post. Damn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109399034806512855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109399034806512855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109399034806512855' title='Ireland update'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109398683892852946</id><published>2004-08-31T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T14:13:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><summary type='text'>Peg here at work is from Pennsylvania but lives here in TX. She visited Ireland several years back, and liked it so much, she moved there. She found a job waitressing and lived in a "shoebox". All money needed over and beyond her bills, she put on credit cards, got into too much debt and had to move back.Peg is now going back for another visit at the end of September and then she is off to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109398683892852946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109398683892852946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109398683892852946' title='Help'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109389155863908911</id><published>2004-08-30T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:45:58.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Relapse</title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday I had done so well on my liquid diet. I have already lost 4lbs. Yesterday I went to the WinStar Casino in Oklahoma and I was faced with temptation when Ex got McDonalds. "Can I have a fry?" "Hell no!" "Ok.." That was that.When he opened the box of chicken nuggets, I grabbed two as fast as my arm could move. He tried to slapped my arm but missed. I got em</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109389155863908911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109389155863908911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109389155863908911' title='My Relapse'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109363979795256873</id><published>2004-08-27T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T13:59:21.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found This</title><summary type='text'>Dang, I think this is pretty acruate for me! You are Wintergreen.You are cool and collected. You are very comfortable with yourself and what you do. Even if you have a lot of responsiblities, you always manage to be in control. You are sometimes laid-back and you are always the voice of reason. However, others may see you as lazy or detached sometimes, unable to act responsibly.Most Compatible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109363979795256873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109363979795256873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109363979795256873' title='Found This'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109361913010198127</id><published>2004-08-27T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T08:05:30.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'ma Girly Girl</title><summary type='text'>I spend a great deal of my daily time inside of an elevator. Here at work, I am constantly riding up and down 4 floors, and at school I am constantly riding up and down 8 floors. Granted, each ride is not that long, but adding them together tallies up. Anyway, my experience is that most men will hold the elevator door open and let me (the woman) get on or get off first. So naturally, I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109361913010198127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109361913010198127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109361913010198127' title='I&apos;ma Girly Girl'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109353835523180907</id><published>2004-08-26T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T09:39:15.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to eat my arm!</title><summary type='text'>I started my liquid diet yesterday. It's a pre-op necessity for my upcoming surgery. I mix this powder with water (6oz) 5 times a day, and can have all the water I want. Breakfast was a nice chocolate drink (again), lunch was Vanilla (again), and the afternoon snack will be Strawberry (again). Coming into the diet, I have kept a positive attitude. However, a battle has eroded in my brain...Left</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109353835523180907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109353835523180907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353835523180907' title='I&apos;m going to eat my arm!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109345812951631151</id><published>2004-08-25T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T11:36:36.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my Absence</title><summary type='text'>Life still continues in my old department, in the cubicle of the bitch that I sat next too...-----Original Message-----From: This ManSent: Tuesday, August 24, 2004 1:14 PMTo: MeSubject: Help me...If Rita doesn't stop that incessant cackling, I'm going to throw a stapler at her...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109345812951631151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109345812951631151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109345812951631151' title='In my Absence'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109336642401268845</id><published>2004-08-24T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T09:53:44.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2004 Olympics</title><summary type='text'>So I am guilty... I havent been watching or keeping up with the olympics this year at all. I did happen to catch all of 10 mins of the gymnastics and swimming. I hear USA is doing really well.Ok, so I am not that interested in it. Sue me! When the ice skating comes up, I'll probably watch that. Probably. (Damn, you can tell I am chick!) Click here to see ME in the 2004 Olympics!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109336642401268845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109336642401268845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109336642401268845' title='2004 Olympics'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109328170639521316</id><published>2004-08-23T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T10:23:39.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><summary type='text'>I got this in an email the other day. I was cleaning out my mailbox, and read over this again. I think it is funny, with an ironic, but very valid point. :)When I'm born, I'm BLACK.When I grow up, I'm black.When I go in the sun, I'm black.when I'm cold, I'm black.When I'm scared, I'm black.When I'm sick, I'm black.And when I die, I'm still BLACK!You WHITE FOLKS.....When you're born, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109328170639521316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109328170639521316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109328170639521316' title='Poem'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109328136809236964</id><published>2004-08-23T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T10:16:08.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, Blah, Blah...</title><summary type='text'>I don’t chat online much, but this weekend I was in a chat room and started talking to this guy in LA. (Yeah, I know… what is it with me LA men) Anyway, I really enjoyed chatting this time. It was fun. Usually I lose interest in chatting cause it is the same ol stuff over and over. "What's ur ASL?" "How are you?" " Blah, blah, blah".Well, ShyBub and I chatted forever and I not once lost interest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109328136809236964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109328136809236964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109328136809236964' title='Blah, Blah, Blah...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109301532520546530</id><published>2004-08-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T08:28:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Booster</title><summary type='text'>I SENT A CUTE LITTLE JOKE TO MY EX-COUNTERPART (IN SEATTLE) FROM MY OLD DEPARTMENT THIS MORNING. THE FOLLOWING CONVO BRIGHTENED NOT ONLY MY MORNING, BUT MY EGO AS WELL!-----Original Message-----From: EXCOUNTERPARTSent: Friday, August 20, 2004 9:32 AMTo: MESubject: RE: Have A Good Day!!!!Oh boy, do I hear ya.... thanks for the Friday morning get going...-----Original Message-----From: ME</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109301532520546530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109301532520546530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301532520546530' title='Morning Booster'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109292710299707236</id><published>2004-08-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T07:53:10.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My luck</title><summary type='text'>Day before: I wash the SUV + Yesterday: I wash the car = TODAY: It rains</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109292710299707236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109292710299707236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109292710299707236' title='My luck'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109286653177984010</id><published>2004-08-18T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:02:11.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Humor</title><summary type='text'>This is few co-workers' and my idea of a practicle joke that we will do Friday to the BIG MAN here at work. Oh the joys of office humor! I can not wait to see his face!BIG MAN is lucky we don’t do this… (we can't afford to buy that much stuff!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109286653177984010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109286653177984010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109286653177984010' title='Office Humor'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109284593335927236</id><published>2004-08-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T09:18:53.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more updates</title><summary type='text'>I schedule my lapband surgery for Sept. 8th. I am quite nervous, but definitely looking forward to the after effects. Wish me luck!GBO has been in town the last couple of days. I took her to the veggitarian / Indian cosmic café. She loved it, Lilbro who tagged along hated it! JustMike stood me and GBO up last night. He was supposed to come over and give her a mental analysis. He is good at that!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109284593335927236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109284593335927236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109284593335927236' title='more updates'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109243775790431669</id><published>2004-08-13T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T15:55:57.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick ramblings</title><summary type='text'>It's Friday and I have not felt like working at all. Plus, here at work has been a little too laid back for me to be motivate to work on anything!The entire underwriting department is having a big luau theme and a contest to where an underwriter can win $500 based upon production, which will end in Oct. Each side of the 2nd floor had a decorating contest and some clever decorations have been put</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109243775790431669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109243775790431669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109243775790431669' title='quick ramblings'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109242558225135240</id><published>2004-08-13T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T12:37:30.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109242558225135240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109242558225135240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109242558225135240' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109241091460463704</id><published>2004-08-13T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T08:28:34.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>way to go GBO</title><summary type='text'>I know we all lead busy lives.I know we all get into ruts every now and then.I also know that we all are not writers.So… I am proud to say that GBO UPDATED HER BLOG!!! Whoo hoo! Way to go GBO!So do me a favor ya'll (not that there is many of you) but please, please show her some love. I think it will motivate her to update more frequently.And PS… Jamie at Jet's Place, come on girl… I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109241091460463704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109241091460463704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109241091460463704' title='way to go GBO'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109232225400243450</id><published>2004-08-12T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T07:53:26.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ups &amp; downs</title><summary type='text'>I know, I have been MIA! So here is the update with all my ups and downs. Exboyfriend has a girlfriend. That hurts!Kelpur and I shopped til I dropped. I did wind up getting the perfect outfit and shoes to wear to the Usher concert, which is tonight. Not many people can get away with wearing lime green shoes, but I AM one of those people. That feels good! My parents are off and away. My dad used</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109232225400243450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109232225400243450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109232225400243450' title='My ups &amp; downs'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109181719517819776</id><published>2004-08-06T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T11:34:27.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop til I drop</title><summary type='text'>Today is TAX FREE DAY!! WHOO HOO!Kelpur and I took an almost 2hr lunch shopping at Ross today. I was/am on a mission to find an out of this world outfit to wear to the upcoming Usher concert. I am half way there. I found a top that I liked, but now I need the perfect shoes and some cute pants. After work, we are hitting up Fashion Bug, Target, Dillard's, Dots and any other stores that may catch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109181719517819776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109181719517819776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109181719517819776' title='Shop til I drop'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109174228357304581</id><published>2004-08-05T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T14:45:34.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Blood</title><summary type='text'>I give blood all the time! My sister was a phlebotomist for Carter Blood Care (CBC) and got me to donate, since then I have on a regular basis. Safeco held a blood drive today since the blood count within the metroplex is really low. CBC is a non-profit organization that delivers donated blood to all the hospitals in the DFW area, and they say that during the summer, hospitals run low on blood. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109174228357304581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109174228357304581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109174228357304581' title='Giving Blood'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109164259429581071</id><published>2004-08-04T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T11:03:14.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men VS Women</title><summary type='text'>From the wounderful ways of a woman....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109164259429581071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109164259429581071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109164259429581071' title='Men VS Women'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-10914834986080584</id><published>2004-08-02T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T14:51:38.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all HR people</title><summary type='text'>A co worker of Kelpur's and mine (more of Kelpur than me) comes to work reeking of alcohol. She talks about Kelpur behind her back and is so nice to her face. This co-worker has lost many friends here, due to her back-stabbing. Kelpur is not much on confrontation, but today she blew up! She called our manager into a conference room and let it all out."Excuse my language, but I am sick and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/10914834986080584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/10914834986080584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10914834986080584' title='Calling all HR people'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109121119433406122</id><published>2004-07-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T11:13:14.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marijuana</title><summary type='text'>Marijuana plays such a large role in today's society. I know some people (without naming names, but Shun, for example) who concentrates on weed more than anything else. Before the rent is paid, before the lawyer fee's, before any other thing that I personally would prioritize before weed, he will go and buy a large quantity to "sell" but smokes most of it himself. There are tons of people that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109121119433406122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109121119433406122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109121119433406122' title='Marijuana'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109113852999722940</id><published>2004-07-29T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T15:04:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm worth $1,640,138.00</title><summary type='text'>Here is quiz that estimates your human value. How much are you worth???   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109113852999722940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109113852999722940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109113852999722940' title='I&apos;m worth $1,640,138.00'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109111947543191326</id><published>2004-07-29T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T09:44:35.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Insurance</title><summary type='text'>Working for a commercial insurance company can actually be interesting at times. This Man told me about a workers compensation claim that has a reserve (estimated total amount of the claim) of 10 MILLION dollars.Some industrial company that manufactures certain components has liquid nitrogen running through pipes along the interior roof. This Man serviced this account and never knew this. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109111947543191326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109111947543191326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111947543191326' title='Thank God for Insurance'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109103998766518228</id><published>2004-07-28T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T11:43:38.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Dogs</title><summary type='text'>This Man and his spouse of 12 yrs has no kids (obviously, due to the same sex marriage) recently adopted a little Chihuahua dog. If I ever die and am reincarnated (not that I necessarily believe in reincarnation) I would want to be this particular dog. Since This Man has longed for a child, they give "Gandalf" supreme treatment. This Man left from work early one day because the dog sitter said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109103998766518228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109103998766518228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109103998766518228' title='Show Dogs'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109059554315994162</id><published>2004-07-23T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T08:12:23.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HSNC (Home Shopping Network Center)</title><summary type='text'>I have a problem! I love to shop. If my money was an unlimited supply, I would have one of everything!A week or so ago I was home lying in bed flipping through the TV channels trying to find something interesting to watch. I flipped to channel 24 and my breath was taken away by this ring displayed for sale. It was the home shopping network center and they had a real Tahitian Pearl ring accented </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109059554315994162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109059554315994162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059554315994162' title='HSNC (Home Shopping Network Center)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109044573666650083</id><published>2004-07-21T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:35:36.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My stereotype</title><summary type='text'>I saw this on Whoa Mama's page and took the same test.Here are my results, which I disagree with. I was not a jock in high school. I did play basketball and was fine as hell! But I wouldn't consider me a jock in the least. I had friends of EVERY type. I was friends with jocks, cheerleaders, the grudge group, the thespians groups (I was in theatre for a year), band members, I was had some nerdy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109044573666650083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109044573666650083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109044573666650083' title='My stereotype'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109042199012994026</id><published>2004-07-21T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T07:59:50.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hobby</title><summary type='text'>After meeting the family at Saltgrass for my father's birthday, and after the couple of drinks, I was feeling a bit tipsy. Curly had to go to work, so the rest of us went back to the folks' house. First stop was the liquor store though. LilBro had introduced me to a new drink. AN OATMEAL COOKIE. All it is is gold scholgger and irish cream with a sprinkle of cinnamon. It doesn’t sound too good, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109042199012994026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109042199012994026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109042199012994026' title='My New Hobby'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109001440313364066</id><published>2004-07-16T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T14:46:43.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hour</title><summary type='text'>Whoo hoo! Me, Kelpur, Miss Priss, SouthernBaptist, Ken Doll, and several others are headed to HumperDRINKS, oops... I mean Humperdinks for Drinks! This week has been so, excessively long. I really need a drink too. See you all next week!    Oh, PS... I really like the changes they added to blogger. It is much more user friendly!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109001440313364066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109001440313364066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109001440313364066' title='Happy Hour'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-109000485251899850</id><published>2004-07-16T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T12:07:32.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soon-to-be Sister-n-law</title><summary type='text'>Today is my father’s birthday so mom, LilBro and I decided that LilBro is taking all of us out to eat at my dad’s favorite restaurant, Outback Steakhouse. We planned to go tomorrow at 3pm. Lilbro calls me yesterday and tell me that we have to reschedule it to Sunday because Curly can’t come. “What does that have to do with it?” “She wants to come too” “SO because she can’t, everyone else has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109000485251899850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/109000485251899850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109000485251899850' title='My Soon-to-be Sister-n-law'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108985127963320693</id><published>2004-07-14T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T17:27:59.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont approach me with that shit!</title><summary type='text'>I am getting really aggravated at men lately! It seems that the ones I bump into ain't about shit, don’t have shit, and don’t want shit! Well other than sex. I am sorry, but I do NOT need a fuck buddy. This guy Fred that briefly dated NikNik in high school, and now occasionally plays basketball at the Recreation Center where NikNik works, asked for her number again after not seeing her for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108985127963320693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108985127963320693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108985127963320693' title='Dont approach me with that shit!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108974998829672637</id><published>2004-07-13T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T13:19:48.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Child Syndrome</title><summary type='text'>My parents and I were reminiscing about our past last Sunday. Even though the past was ugly, it was sort of refreshing to actually talk about some of it. We didn’t get too far into it because I am sure that it would bring up too many old, hurtful emotions. My mom said that she thinks I had/have the Middle Child Syndrome because I told her that growing with all of them, that I felt like my dad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108974998829672637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108974998829672637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108974998829672637' title='Middle Child Syndrome'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108974370397429299</id><published>2004-07-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T11:35:03.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is cool</title><summary type='text'>Here's a picture of a public toilet in Switzerland that's madeentirely out of one-way glass. No one can see you in there, but when you are inside, it looks like you're sitting in a clear glass box.I find this so amusing! You wouldn't need to take a paper or magazine in there with you, because you would be entertained by watching all the people around you. They should make these here in the US.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108974370397429299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108974370397429299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108974370397429299' title='This is cool'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108966073378059421</id><published>2004-07-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T12:32:13.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><summary type='text'>It seems that a lot of famous people are dropping like flies. Maybe it is just that I notice it more now adays since I am older and more familiar with the people in the spot light.Here is an article on Isabel Sanford (Weezie, from the Jefferson’s). Then there was Gregory Hines, Marlon Brando, Ray Charles, Bob Keeshan aka Kangaroo Jack, and of course Reagan. I wonder who is next? *todun, duhn, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108966073378059421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108966073378059421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108966073378059421' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108932759533299366</id><published>2004-07-08T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T16:01:23.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune</title><summary type='text'>I ate Chinese for dinner last night. My fortune cookie read…“It takes 14 muscles to frown, and only 3 muscles to smile”My first thought was…“So wouldn’t you burn more calories by frowning?”Then my second thought was…“Cheap bastards! That was not a fortune!”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108932759533299366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108932759533299366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108932759533299366' title='Fortune'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108932735227168080</id><published>2004-07-08T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T15:55:52.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><summary type='text'>Busy doesn’t quite describe it. Stressed doesn’t cover it all either. Loosing my mind may work… No, on a second thought, it doesn’t!I am on a restricted schedule with my new position. I have had to set a break time, lunch time, and I have to be on time no matter what. This is extremely hard for me when I have come from a manager that I hardly ever seen or spoke to, and who didn’t care what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108932735227168080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108932735227168080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108932735227168080' title='Help!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108932723785838876</id><published>2004-07-08T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T15:53:57.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><summary type='text'>It was ok. LilBro, Curly and I met at my parent’s house on Saturday (after my class). He grilled, I cooked, and Curly whined. We left to get fire works and stuff to drink. It was lonely without my parents because my dad usually gets lots of fireworks and acts his best lighting things on fire and blowing stuff up. We missed that!Sunday night my parents came home early from their trip to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108932723785838876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108932723785838876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108932723785838876' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108883428114782552</id><published>2004-07-02T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:58:01.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Media</title><summary type='text'>I heard on the radio this morning that Julia Roberts paid $18,000 to be able to choose the sex of her expected twins, which she recently conceived with the help of fertility treatments. She has chosen a boy and a girl. I am not sure how I feel about the technology that has evolved in making it possible to choose the sex of your unborn child(ren). In a way it seems immoral. I feel like it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108883428114782552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108883428114782552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108883428114782552' title='Media'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108883130428110593</id><published>2004-07-02T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:08:24.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new position</title><summary type='text'>My new position has been going well. It is a lot of work, but the messed up part is that it is so redundant, tedious, and BORING! I am not being challenged at all. I told my new manager that I need more. So she wound up piling on more of the same work I have been doing. I need to inform her that I meant more as in more categories of work, more variety, more of a challenge, not more of the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108883130428110593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108883130428110593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108883130428110593' title='My new position'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108861606797781892</id><published>2004-06-30T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T10:21:07.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day of freedom</title><summary type='text'>I refuse to spent my last day off from work cleaning, my much needed to be, house. But instead I am going shopping! I need to find a 4th of July top to wear to work tomorrow. We are supposed to decorate our cubes and we get to wear shorts (not that I’d be wearing shorts, but you get the picture). I know, I know, I am no longer a Safeco employee, but damn it, a temp can participate too!My next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108861606797781892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108861606797781892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108861606797781892' title='My last day of freedom'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108861601948675899</id><published>2004-06-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T10:20:19.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie Makeover</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, Niece and I spent hours playing Barbie Makeover on the computer. Here are our final outcomes.Here is Niece...Here is me...Here is exboyfriend...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108861601948675899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108861601948675899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108861601948675899' title='Barbie Makeover'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108844782817750359</id><published>2004-06-28T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T11:37:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all those times.....</title><summary type='text'>I have said "HATER!". I thought this was cute. Lulu was a prostitute, but she didn't want her grandma to know.One day, the police raided a group of prostitutes at a sex party in a hotel, and Lulu was among them. The police took them outside and had all the prostitutes line up along the driveway when suddenly, Lulu's grandma came by and saw her granddaughter. Grandma asked, "Why are you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108844782817750359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108844782817750359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108844782817750359' title='For all those times.....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108844735584104073</id><published>2004-06-28T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T11:29:15.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids, Kids and more kids</title><summary type='text'>I still have Niece and am exhausted! I have had her at all times, along with either Tye, Kam, or Oldest Niece. And then at times it was even more than two kids at a time. They have drained me! On Friday mom, Niece and Oldest Niece and me went to the aquatic center. They have a gigantic red slide that swerves and swings. I even rode it several times, and to my surprise we were able to talk mom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108844735584104073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108844735584104073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108844735584104073' title='Kids, Kids and more kids'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108811565611945991</id><published>2004-06-24T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T15:20:56.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a tomato</title><summary type='text'>Sister dropped Niece off last night and I will have her until Sunday afternoon. Last night, I cooked fish, shrimp, pasta and some crab cakes. Niece and I love seafood! Exboyfriend come over too and we all enjoyed dinner. I had bought the dvd of Cheaper by the Dozen and we watch it as we eat. After Niece crashed on the couch, exboyfriend and I went to bed. He fell asleep to fast so we didn’t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108811565611945991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108811565611945991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108811565611945991' title='I&apos;m a tomato'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108811485445566934</id><published>2004-06-24T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T15:07:34.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex toys</title><summary type='text'>LMAO….My boyfriend is a twat shares this link to a survey on sex toys. I found it being really appropriate to share after the Lady Desiree parties I have had/attended lately. Seeing as how I am somewhat a pro on the toy subject, I only got three incorrect. Whoo hoo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108811485445566934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108811485445566934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108811485445566934' title='Sex toys'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108809015250676359</id><published>2004-06-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T08:15:52.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before</title><summary type='text'>Tuesday The Boss, This Man, and Gary took me to Papadouxs (my choice) for a departing lunch. The conversation was very generic. I.e. whether, vacationing, movies, current events, etc. No one really wanted to talk about what I was doing after the fact of me no longer being a Safeco employee, and no one wanted to talk about my department changes once I am gone. I really feel that these issues weren</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108809015250676359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108809015250676359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809015250676359' title='The day before'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108794048547485995</id><published>2004-06-22T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T16:46:58.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>co-ed lady desiree</title><summary type='text'>Kelpur had a co-ed lady Desiree party last Saturday at her house. I’m not sure which was more fun; mine with Randy the Master Blaster dancing almost nude, or Kelpur’s with all the guys and gals passing a “massage wand” neck to neck. In the past, the ladies have played hot potato with a massage wand stuck between their knees. Since this was co-ed, you had to place the massage wand under your chin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108794048547485995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108794048547485995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108794048547485995' title='co-ed lady desiree'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108783178149573823</id><published>2004-06-21T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T08:29:41.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Star Park</title><summary type='text'>I had bought tickets for my father and us to go to the horse races at Lone Star Park in Grand Prairie on Saturday for Father’s day. Me, Mom, Dad and LilBro made the drive while making my father wear a blind fold. He actually cooperated better than I thought he would, but his cooperation was due to him falling asleep in the car. None of us had been before so we weren’t quite sure what to expect. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108783178149573823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108783178149573823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108783178149573823' title='Lone Star Park'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108757445707209026</id><published>2004-06-18T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T09:00:57.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am done!</title><summary type='text'>After studying with Irish two days a week and class once a week, after the expense of a new calculator and two entire note pads, I am finally finished with Business Statistics. Whoo hoo!! No more standard deviations, x-bars, regression lines, predictions, alphas, and most of all, no more research! What tops the excitment of completing this ten week course is that I made a B. Not a B-, but a B. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108757445707209026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108757445707209026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757445707209026' title='I am done!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108749796430883805</id><published>2004-06-17T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T11:46:04.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, I got a baseball for ya!</title><summary type='text'>An ex-youth minister nearly knocked over a little boy for a foul ball. The mother of the boy said she was shocked that the man didn't give her son the baseball. It happened in the third inning of Sunday's Texas Rangers game against the St. Louis Cardinals when Gary Matthews Jr. lifted a foul ball into the stands at Ameriquest Field in Arlington Tx. Now the man is becoming famous with all these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108749796430883805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108749796430883805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108749796430883805' title='Here, I got a baseball for ya!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108748581848025831</id><published>2004-06-17T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T08:23:38.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Living</title><summary type='text'>After work yesterday I went to a Southern Living party. It was held at Kelpur’s cousin’s house in Murphy. The house alone was worth attending. It is over 3000 square feet and absolutely gorgeous! I had never heard of these parties, just the magazine, so I was not quite sure what to expect. I get there stylishly late, and still had plenty of time for the catered orderves (however you spell it), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108748581848025831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108748581848025831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748581848025831' title='Southern Living'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108741806064450824</id><published>2004-06-16T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T13:34:20.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bookie!</title><summary type='text'>I thought more about the $120 million and decided to take up a collection here at work. So far I have collected $57 bucks! Whoo hoo!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108741806064450824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108741806064450824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108741806064450824' title='I&apos;m a bookie!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108739711038330011</id><published>2004-06-16T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T07:45:10.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$120 Million</title><summary type='text'>The Texas Lotto has reached $120 million dollars! I don’t usually play, but hey, you’ll never win if you don’t try right? So I am going to buy 10 quick-picks tonight and test my luck. Here is my vow: If I win, I promise to distribute 1/3 to all of my family and friends, and another 1/3 to multiple charities and churches.That’s pretty generous right? I would still come out with about 30 million.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108739711038330011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108739711038330011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108739711038330011' title='$120 Million'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108733280623159862</id><published>2004-06-15T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T13:56:47.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women vs. Men Cont...</title><summary type='text'>MOODS OF A WOMANAn angel of truth and a dream of fiction,A woman is a bundle of contradiction,She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,But will tackle a stranger alone in the house.Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose,She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk,She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk,At times she'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108733280623159862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108733280623159862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108733280623159862' title='Women vs. Men Cont...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108732747754347432</id><published>2004-06-15T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T12:24:37.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug freshener</title><summary type='text'>I road to lunch with This Man and noticed that he had this rubbery bug looking thing on his dashboard. I asked what it was and touched it at the same time. It felt like one of those slimy miniature bouncy balls that Niece plays with. This Man told me it was an air fresher.Today he brought me one. So for lunch I placed it in my car and by the time I returned, there was not a single trace of smoke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108732747754347432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108732747754347432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108732747754347432' title='Bug freshener'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920586.post-108731029117368907</id><published>2004-06-15T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T07:38:11.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers are taking over</title><summary type='text'>Well, I only have two weeks left in my current position. Even after the talk I had with Big Man and The Boss, and others, even after the interview that I thought went really well, I still am not getting the ASC position. I was called into the HR office yesterday and he said that they would hire me as a temporary employee until September, with a possible change of going permanent, but no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108731029117368907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5920586/posts/default/108731029117368907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stricklyfortherapy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108731029117368907' title='Computers are taking over'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10911687092228500681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
