<?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-26110605</id><updated>2012-02-10T12:38:59.186-05:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Gossip'/><category term='Debate'/><category term='Fight'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Dieting'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Blake Lewis'/><category term='Tattoo'/><category term='Abby'/><category term='Survey'/><category term='Resturant'/><category term='Jordon'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Jewelry'/><category term='Hannah'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='E-mails'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='South Beach Diet'/><category term='Gym'/><category term='Pimping Blog Buddies'/><category term='Blogthings'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Links'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Contests'/><category term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category term='Porn'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='me.'/><category term='News'/><category term='Vegas'/><category term='Giveaways'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Drunk'/><category term='Caption this'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Phones'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Strippers'/><category term='Fast Food'/><category term='Make-Up'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Laughs'/><category term='You'/><category term='Life'/><category term='My book blog'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Cleaning'/><category term='Chain Mail'/><category term='Moments'/><category term='MILF&apos;s'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Josh'/><category term='Books'/><category term='MIA'/><title type='text'>...AnD aLL ThaT jAzz...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-4554756020083258113</id><published>2008-09-08T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:48:00.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><title type='text'>Kisses from Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SMUs8Od9LNI/AAAAAAAAAks/MmJaTajsX6A/s1600-h/LIPS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SMUs8Od9LNI/AAAAAAAAAks/MmJaTajsX6A/s320/LIPS.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243646754330324178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments that will stay with me forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we were out food shopping and when we were getting in the car the downpour started again from Tropical Storm Hannah. So I said to my kids that since this was called Tropical Storm Hannah that it meant that all the rain drops were kissed from Hannah...Jordon's face lit up and he looked up and spun around saying "WOW! Then I'm gonna get them all!" And we just stood out in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SMUsBaaciHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/I0F0kRUXAK4/s1600-h/l_3e6f1ce14d30a14e440512f4ab2307fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SMUsBaaciHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/I0F0kRUXAK4/s320/l_3e6f1ce14d30a14e440512f4ab2307fe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243645743924545650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-4554756020083258113?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/4554756020083258113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=4554756020083258113&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4554756020083258113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4554756020083258113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2008/09/kisses-from-hannah.html' title='Kisses from Hannah'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SMUs8Od9LNI/AAAAAAAAAks/MmJaTajsX6A/s72-c/LIPS.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-7992390685100294615</id><published>2008-07-20T18:25:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:26:36.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Birthdays and hurt...</title><content type='html'>I don't have a lot to say right now or a lot of time. But as I was thinking earlier today about what to buy my mom and sister for their birthdays I was struck by how hard our birthdays are going to be both this year and every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a month my mom me and my other sister all have birthdays...the usual birthday thing with us is a birthday breakfast. Even since I've married and moved out my mom has tried to keep the tradition with either Josh doing it and them coming over or me just going there. But birthdays are always with family. So with Hannah's death so recent and all three of us having our birthdays I just have to wonder how it will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Hannah's 20th Birthday this past April:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SIR_sHVUyyI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Cg78tdmxpXY/s1600-h/m_35433ecfcfb41319acadafc1aa93192a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SIR_sHVUyyI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Cg78tdmxpXY/s320/m_35433ecfcfb41319acadafc1aa93192a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225441863516080930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be moments that we're having fun laughing and then the laughter will turn to tears without any warning just cause we'll realize Hannah's not there. She was so much fun. Always making everyone crack up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SIR_DoXxL7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/TDX5DN3jNsk/s1600-h/christies+sweet+16+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SIR_DoXxL7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/TDX5DN3jNsk/s320/christies+sweet+16+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225441168010063794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with gifts....I saw this glass heart that you can have a picture etched in and I wanted it to get it for myself to hang on my rear view mirror in my car. Then I was like 'good idea, I'll get one for my mom' then josh said to get one for Sarah too. At first I thought it was a good idea, I mean I know they would want one, but will it just bring more sadness to their birthdays if I give them something in memory of Hannah? Should I just make it a non-birthday gift and find something else for their birthdays? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing Army Wives is like therapy for me right now. Anyone watching this show will know. Sometimes I just want to cry out my pain and every time I watch it it hits right on some of my feelings with Hannah and I have a good cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always was sure of herself and how cute she looked, especially when she was going out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SISAVKE0INI/AAAAAAAAAkc/y4OwarEYKs4/s1600-h/m_5498d3ab4b31cf1bfe648b4bda865c4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SISAVKE0INI/AAAAAAAAAkc/y4OwarEYKs4/s320/m_5498d3ab4b31cf1bfe648b4bda865c4b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225442568626774226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-7992390685100294615?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/7992390685100294615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=7992390685100294615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7992390685100294615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7992390685100294615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthdays-and-hurt.html' title='Birthdays and hurt...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SIR_sHVUyyI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Cg78tdmxpXY/s72-c/m_35433ecfcfb41319acadafc1aa93192a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-5449892894268368386</id><published>2008-07-14T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:10:45.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>I love you Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SHtsTXJbYCI/AAAAAAAAAjs/mN_2DOI4NZM/s1600-h/l_7a64bde1e68e08cdc672b1c7a0633e28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SHtsTXJbYCI/AAAAAAAAAjs/mN_2DOI4NZM/s320/l_7a64bde1e68e08cdc672b1c7a0633e28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222887272753094690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-5449892894268368386?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/5449892894268368386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=5449892894268368386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5449892894268368386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5449892894268368386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-you-hannah.html' title='I love you Hannah'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SHtsTXJbYCI/AAAAAAAAAjs/mN_2DOI4NZM/s72-c/l_7a64bde1e68e08cdc672b1c7a0633e28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-146819215167263692</id><published>2008-07-09T01:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:19:58.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><title type='text'>It's to late to apologize</title><content type='html'>The other night I got home from work pretty late but by time I got in bed I was still to wound from the day to sleep so I turned the TV on and watched one of my recorded shows, Army Wives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone watched it last year or this year but last season there was a suicide bomber and he ended up killing the daughter of one of the women on the show. Well in the episode I watched the other night the sister of the suicide bomber went to the family of the girl to ask forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching this show I was struck by something that never occurred to me before. Not once in the month or so since my sisters death has the man that killed her or any of his friends or family reached out to mine to say sorry. Do I think his family or friends should be held accountable? No but do I think in this type of situation they should offer up some type of condolence? Most definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man or should I say coward got behind the wheel of his car drunk off his ass, speed hit my sister, killed her and then fled the scene of the accident and after all of that he has said nothing! And you look on his myspace page and you see all these people telling him how much they love him, are there for him and support him, yet not one of them has reached out to my family. None of them have encouraged him to own up to what he's done. NOTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually read a blog one of his friends posted on her myspace page and she had the nerve to talk about how horrible he must feel and what he's going through. If he felt so horrible why hasn't he said anything? And then she had the nerve to say that he should remember that EVERYTHING happens for a reason. WTF?! Is she saying that that asshole was preordained to hit and kill Hannah? OMG that girl better pray I never see her on the street cause it just might be preordained for me to kick her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what he did I don't know why it would shock me that he wouldn't apologize and even if he did? Well lets just say it's to late for that now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-146819215167263692?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/146819215167263692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=146819215167263692&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/146819215167263692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/146819215167263692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-to-late-to-apologize.html' title='It&apos;s to late to apologize'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1312035133958856437</id><published>2008-07-09T01:00:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:19:59.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>One Month Two Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SHRJjclpQAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gQFL-_xRGM0/s1600-h/m_89f5497e604f0801e28c8cd3208eb8e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SHRJjclpQAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gQFL-_xRGM0/s320/m_89f5497e604f0801e28c8cd3208eb8e7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220878741347581954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, well I guess two days ago since it's after midnight now, marked a month that my sister has been gone. A month without seeing her smile, waking her up to hang with me, a month without silly text messages and secrets shared. A long month in which my heart hurts just as much and maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the saying time heals all things is true but if so it's gonna take a whole lot more time. Yet life seems to go on. After two weeks I returned to work and while I can do my job I feel guilty doing it. I mean I'm a manager at Bath and Body Works, how can I coach people daily on selling lotions and adding on bath sponges while my heart is bleeding and my sister isn't here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SHRJTKnMnYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/gc8FOxM3vzc/s1600-h/47b6d726b3127cce8cc812a05c3c00000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SHRJTKnMnYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/gc8FOxM3vzc/s320/47b6d726b3127cce8cc812a05c3c00000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220878461644348802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I allow my life to be so busy with...life, that I haven't had a chance to go to her grave? And only twice have I gone to her memorial? It eats me up inside. I just want so much more time. I work my 40 hours then I want to make sure I don't neglect my husband and kids but after that how do I have time for just me to be with Hannah? I need time for me and her. I need to sit at her grave and miss her and tell her that. I need to be alone to cry and grieve. But I just don't have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much. I want to hear her laugh again....my brother woke the other night from having a dream of Hannah. I wish I could, I wish I could dream of her so then I could talk to her, I could hug her and hear her and touch her. Even if only in a dream I could have her with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SHRIrN8Jf9I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Z7muEssg30I/s1600-h/l_8038fac11ff9a209a7575ffbbbf7a1b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SHRIrN8Jf9I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Z7muEssg30I/s320/l_8038fac11ff9a209a7575ffbbbf7a1b9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220877775342763986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Hannah, every day of my life every breath that I take I love you! I will never forget you. Please come visit me soon, come hug me in my dreams come talk and laugh with me just one more time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1312035133958856437?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1312035133958856437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1312035133958856437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1312035133958856437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1312035133958856437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-month-two-days.html' title='One Month Two Days'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SHRJjclpQAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gQFL-_xRGM0/s72-c/m_89f5497e604f0801e28c8cd3208eb8e7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1084673811148255292</id><published>2008-06-28T00:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:52:47.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>I really need my blog now to let loose on how I am feeling....problem? It's been so long I forget how to mess with my template. I tried to change it but as you can see it's all messed up. I know you can't even post me a comment now. So if anyone can help me and tell me what the heck to do email me at nikki.emmett@gmail.com thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1084673811148255292?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1084673811148255292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1084673811148255292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1084673811148255292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1084673811148255292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2008/06/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8258802472373122141</id><published>2008-06-27T01:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:50:52.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SGR3sZhFb0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/JAmGoHGERtk/s1600-h/m_55f5b6654a180342320b5911e64bc232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SGR3sZhFb0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/JAmGoHGERtk/s320/m_55f5b6654a180342320b5911e64bc232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216425873049481026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Christian and I seem to be finding that they are the ones at this time of my life that are offending the most. Just because we believe in Heaven and that it is this great place...so much better than earth does NOT mean I am happy my sister is there instead of here. She is 20 she shouldn't be there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that God loved Hannah so much he decided to make her an angle cause he wanted her. REALLY? You really think that? So many people both young and old die all the time and your telling me that God decided he just had to have Hannah! He just decided that it didn't matter that she was my parents baby, that she had two nieces and a nephew, that she didn't get to live her life yet. He just needed her that much? REALLY? I just don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't draw comfort from it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SGR3swU4WII/AAAAAAAAAiY/ynezz84_9FM/s1600-h/1427423539_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SGR3swU4WII/AAAAAAAAAiY/ynezz84_9FM/s320/1427423539_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216425879172307074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two most horrible things to say to me right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She's in a better place&lt;br /&gt;2) How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...how am I? If you thought about that for two seconds before it left your mouth you would know I am horrible...So why are you asking? Especially the people that don't really even know me...or Hannah. I hate that. So many people are coming up to me and acting like they care so much. And I just feel so angry right now. At them, at everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this is fair and I know life's not fair but this really is beyond what I think I can bear. I don't know how to live happily....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I know this is all a ramble but this is my only vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SGR3sqcPuPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/7aq6DJqPoM8/s1600-h/1323057111_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SGR3sqcPuPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/7aq6DJqPoM8/s320/1323057111_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216425877592586482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8258802472373122141?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8258802472373122141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8258802472373122141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8258802472373122141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8258802472373122141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2008/06/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SGR3sZhFb0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/JAmGoHGERtk/s72-c/m_55f5b6654a180342320b5911e64bc232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-5643526437549521075</id><published>2008-06-23T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:40:27.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SF_gArQPe3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/V8vMjkKriN8/s1600-h/RIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SF_gArQPe3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/V8vMjkKriN8/s320/RIP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215133195733793650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-5643526437549521075?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/5643526437549521075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=5643526437549521075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5643526437549521075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5643526437549521075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2008/06/nicole.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SF_gArQPe3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/V8vMjkKriN8/s72-c/RIP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-389313989577388932</id><published>2008-06-08T08:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:51:16.195-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>I Can't Say Good-Bye</title><content type='html'>I'm a big sister...the way life goes you parents go first then it should kind of go down in age. So there is no reason that makes any type of sense that my baby sister that just turned 20 is not here any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it. I don't doubt there's a God, I know there is but this 'everything has a reason'? I don't know about that, tell me the reason my sister got run over by a drunk driver while walking to her car? WHY, Fucking tell me WHY? Where's the reason? Where's the grand plan in that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so beautiful! So full of life. She loved everyone and everyone loved her. She was so funny, she made you crack up all the time. She had the most beautiful eyes and the longest lashes. We used to have the same red color hair but as I got older and had kids mine changed and got darker, more brown. I would always say it's not fair and I wanted her hair, so long, wavy and beautiful. But now....THIS is what's not fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's in heaven and that's a better place and she's fine now but the fact is she shouldn't be there yet! She was only 20! She had a life she wanted to live, she was my baby sister, my parents are dying over this, she had two nieces and a nephew. She didn't' even have a chance to get married and have her own babies yet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I hate this! This fucking sucks! I hate the asshole that did this! He speeds, while drunk hits my sister, my Hannah, and then FLEES! He left! Thank God for the security guard that was there and followed him till the cops got there. I want this man to know what he did. I want him to see my sisters picture to know what he took away, then I want him to sit in a jail cell and think of that every day of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how my family will ever get past this! How do you? OMG I'm dying inside! Look at her! Look how beautiful and special she was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SEvOKK7XHOI/AAAAAAAAAho/wvuVj3BlIck/s1600-h/aaa52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SEvOKK7XHOI/AAAAAAAAAho/wvuVj3BlIck/s320/aaa52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209484068111457506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just went to Florida for my cousins Sweet 16 and had so much fun. Then she was in Myrtle Beach with one of her best friends during bike week being crazy. She rode on the back of bikes, went skinny dipping in the ocean. She was young and having the time of her life. In august she was going to go on her first cruise with a bunch of friends. Now she's gone. Now I'll never be able to call her and talk about my stupid issues, now I'll never be able to guilt her into being my last minute baby sitter. We can't get out eyebrows done together and go shopping at Forever 21 together, one of her favorite stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just there on Wenesday. I woke her up around 12, she always sleeps late cause she works at night in a hotel. She got ready the whole time me rushing her and her telling me to leave if I was annoyed. The whole time neither of us really cared cause we never fought. We went to McDonald's for Ice Coffees and they were so watered down, she also got a honeymustard, grilled chicken snack wrap. Then we went to the mall, we went to Bath and Body works and she got Fresh Pineapple shampoo and conditioner. Then we got good coffees from Starbucks, her iced me hot. Then we stopped at CR and Forever 21. She found a purse she loved and treated herself. I got crazy big red sunglasses that she liked. Then I dropped her off at home. She came back later to babysit my kids while Josh and I went to a meeting and when we got back she was waiting outside to leave cause we were late and she was meeting friends to go to a movie. But she came back that night and burned two CDs for me. We hung out till around midnight......and the last time I saw her was when she said "Oh snap" and ran to her car cause it had started to rain and she left her windows down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she knows I love her but I didn't' tell her that last time. I didn't' hug her that last time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SEvOKWDOPYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Dav43BbrCM4/s1600-h/000new1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SEvOKWDOPYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Dav43BbrCM4/s320/000new1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209484071097220482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I live my life without her? How do I go on? It's just not the same, it never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other sister is distraught. She was there! She didn't' see it, but they were both out together. They were with friends celebrating a birthday. Hannah left early to meet some other friends, she wasn't really drinking or anything cause she had to go to work at 6 am. She was so happy. She had her new yellow high strappy sandals on, her shorts and her new purse she got while out with me. She didn't even tell Sarah she was leaving so she didn't' get to say bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I stop picturing it? How do I get the image of my sister dressed all cute so happy running to her car then a truck smashing into her.....did she see it? Was she scared? Was it instant like the medics say it probably was or was she laying there in the street in pain all alone till the medics got there? OMG my baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can see is that all I can hear is my mom when I walked into the house wailing and saying "Hannah's gone, OMG Hannah's gone!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-389313989577388932?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/389313989577388932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=389313989577388932&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/389313989577388932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/389313989577388932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-say-good-bye.html' title='I Can&apos;t Say Good-Bye'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/SEvOKK7XHOI/AAAAAAAAAho/wvuVj3BlIck/s72-c/aaa52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8988820223631859515</id><published>2007-11-08T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:08:57.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pimping Blog Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Miss me yet!</title><content type='html'>Just admit you do cause I know it's true. lol. So what have all of you been up to? I have been soooooo busy! I don't remember if I told you all that my husband was going to India on business for THREE WEEKS! But he did, he will be home on Sunday. So as I'm sure you can all figure out I've been super busy with doing all the parenting, working, school stuff and everything else on my own. I just can't handle any more of this! Thank God he comes home on Sunday. They almost wanted to have him stay another few weeks, and with me in retail and the holidays basically here in my store I was about to have a heart attack. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RzYnK7LzclI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5aUeuqCPUMs/s1600-h/bath-body-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RzYnK7LzclI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5aUeuqCPUMs/s320/bath-body-front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131331894074634834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of which am I the only person who thinks it a bit crazy that people are Christmas shopping already! I mean I work at Bath &amp; Body Works and we have our Christmas displays up and music playing. It's freaking crazy! lol. I have people coming in with Christmas lists and checking things off already. Hot damn, I haven't even started to think about what I want yet....okay okay so I'm lying. There are a few pieces of Brighton Jewelry I am dying for. lol. Whatever, I was just looking....and emailing links to my husband. haha. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RzYpmLLzcnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pvu_KKoa_GQ/s1600-h/pBBW1-3883831v194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RzYpmLLzcnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pvu_KKoa_GQ/s320/pBBW1-3883831v194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131334561249325682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So because this is me and I always have to have some type of bitch fest in my blogs let me tell you how annoyed I get with some customers....we give out a lot of coupons at my store, A LOT! And nothing (and I am stressing the NOTHING) annoys me more than when someone has a coupon for a free item and decides they don't want that free item so they want to pick out some other random piece and get that free. Oh and don't forget the eye rolls and attitude when I say no, cause God freaking forbid you don't get what you want! IT'S FREE! TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT! Oh or how about when a sign plain as days says something the customer doesn't read it and then throws a fit at you? Or no wait for this one, this is good. I had a customer come in and complain that we didn't have big enough gift sets, so I get her a bigger one, then the problem is that it's big but she doesn't like the basket oh and it doesn't cost enough, yup you got it, her daughter will check the price so it had to be at least $60. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RzYpl7LzcmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/yimSevgu57I/s1600-h/pBBW1-3879410dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RzYpl7LzcmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/yimSevgu57I/s320/pBBW1-3879410dt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131334556954358370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So after I basically make her a set of what she wants she has the nerve to freaking tell me that for that amount of money she should get more stuff, can't I throw in the little teddy bear with the mini lotion and gel (that costs $12.50!)I laughed (pretend) and told her I couldn't so then when I rung her up I asked if she wanted to get the bear and she says "not if I have to buy it"! OMG the freaking nerve of some people, and it's just starting! I can only laugh right now, I am trying to keep my humor here, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else? Oh yeah, pretty soon I will have another blog up with my jewelry. Yup, remember when I was telling you all about the jewelry party I was having? All sterling silver and swavorski crystals? Well I ended up loving the stuff so much I was going broke. But then I really looked into it and realized I could make the stuff myself. It's not really hard, it just takes time and imagination to think up new designs. So that's what I'm doing. I have a lot of fun new pieces I will be showing you all but the best part? You can totally create your own stuff. Pick out the color, size, shape, charms...etc. I can create it, you can or we can do it together. As soon as I get it all together I'll put the link for it up here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for me. What's new with all of you?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8988820223631859515?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8988820223631859515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8988820223631859515&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8988820223631859515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8988820223631859515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/11/miss-me-yet.html' title='Miss me yet!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RzYnK7LzclI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5aUeuqCPUMs/s72-c/bath-body-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-5824517348438875485</id><published>2007-10-01T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:28:26.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>My first 12 hour shift...and other tid bits</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I worked from 3pm to 3am. LOL, no they are not killing me I am still happy with my new job. Two times a year they change all the walls in the store, everything gets gutted cleaned and rearranged, and that was last night. That always takes that long but like I say twice a year so not bad. I still have one more week of training then I am in my store and I am excited. I worked the wall change in my store so I meet a lot of my staff then, they seem like a cool upbeat bunch so I'm all positives right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well except for the fact that every time I go I GET LOST! LOL, I swear it has got to be the easiest mall to get to but I am just the WORST at directions and every time I make just that one wrong turn. But I WILL GET IT! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news? I got a puppy! DON'T YELL AT ME! This one is already house trained and well behaved and it's small. I will love it forever I SWEAR! lol. (hiding from Holly here) But I have a problem, my sister had named the dog Co-Co which I like a lot but my neighbors dog has that name and since my dog only had the name for a few short months we want to give her a different name so there is no confusion. We are a really close neighborhood and the dogs hang out, as strange as that sounds. So it would be confusing. So I need you all to give me dog name ideas. Here's some pictures to help you out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENNE5uiLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hFLJz1Maq-4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENNE5uiLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hFLJz1Maq-4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116385169974921394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENNE5uiMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/FJDQs0zFvyw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENNE5uiMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/FJDQs0zFvyw/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116385169974921410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and a few weeks ago my cousin has her Sweet 16, but she did it really big (she's puerto rican so they do this big thing) and I got to look all hot for the night. It was fun, my cousin wore a beautiful red dress and everyone that came had to wear black or white. So here are me and my sisters looking hot! And yes I know my tata's were out for the night, but it was so false advertisement cause they don't really look as hot as that. lol. But it was nice to pretend, but as you can tell by the end of the night (last picture) they were on their way down, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENME5uiII/AAAAAAAAAfk/DWUvohYtoBE/s1600-h/mooooooo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENME5uiII/AAAAAAAAAfk/DWUvohYtoBE/s320/mooooooo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116385152795052162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENMk5uiJI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VFdCAx2IcRc/s1600-h/christies+sweet+16+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENMk5uiJI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VFdCAx2IcRc/s320/christies+sweet+16+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116385161384986770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENM05uiKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9-k50q1ejUU/s1600-h/christies+sweet+16+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENM05uiKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9-k50q1ejUU/s320/christies+sweet+16+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116385165679954082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-5824517348438875485?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/5824517348438875485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=5824517348438875485&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5824517348438875485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5824517348438875485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-12-hour-shiftand-other-tid.html' title='My first 12 hour shift...and other tid bits'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RwENNE5uiLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hFLJz1Maq-4/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-5303844689062984316</id><published>2007-09-21T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:31:43.848-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>I'm done with promises</title><content type='html'>Yup you heard me. I'm done. No more promises. I keep telling you all I'm back and I'm gonna try to be faithful, but it never happens. Lets all just face the facts...I moved started working full time, enrolled my kids in a crap load of things and have NO ME TIME! lol. So with all that being said the only think I'm gonna tell you is that I am keeping my blog and when I have time I will update it. I hope to keep some of my readers...and when I am on I will try to see what all of you are up to on your blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on with this post....I got a new job. YES AGAIN! lol. As you all know before I went from one jewelery store to another, I just made the move because of money (to the different company)and a management position. What you all don't know is after being there for only about 1 1/2 months the store manager was needed to fill in in another location and they made me acting manager of my location. It was only supposed to be for one month...that was two months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend works for Bath &amp; Body Works and in all honesty I never thought they would pay what I wanted but she urged me to apply since they were hiring and I was worked to death enough at my job to be curious enough to give it a shot. I was working 60 hr work weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went through 4 interviews (I asked for a lot more than what I was making) and got offered the job for MORE than what I asked for! I have to travel a little bit. Right now I am 10 min. from my house... the mall I'll be going to is 25-30 min. from my house. But it's an easy ride and I don't mind it much. I am really excited, I'll be going over as a co-manager...basically the same as I am now they just say co instead of assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me all a ton of luck, my last day at the jewelry store is tomorrow and I start the new job on Sunday. Woo Hooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-5303844689062984316?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/5303844689062984316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=5303844689062984316&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5303844689062984316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5303844689062984316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-done-with-promises.html' title='I&apos;m done with promises'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-4465219593933858503</id><published>2007-09-09T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:36:57.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Crazy Bitch Went Psycho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RuS7nejZYkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xvb8bUscP0I/s1600-h/CrazyLady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RuS7nejZYkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xvb8bUscP0I/s320/CrazyLady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108414164235805250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so remember the post or two I put up when I first started my new job? About that older woman that was messing with that younger guy? Well she has always seemed a little off her rocker to me. Like I would look at her sometimes and just wonder if she was really as stupid as she seemed cause I just can't fathom somebody that dumb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she really is....here's the latest....she signed a $25,000 loan over to that 24 yo guy! No co-sign, NO just her name on a loan for that amount and to be given in full to him. And surprise surprise now he is saying she is to old for him and they should just be friends. lol. Well needless to say she's been a little extra nutso lately and I can't normally take much of her to begin with. So all of that was a recipe for disaster when me and her were scheduled to work together today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off pretty normal. She being extra late going on and on about hating that 24 yo. Blah blah blah. Then the computers don't start up and I am on the phones two times with tech support which the girl didn't even speak English much so we all know that put me in a mood. So when a customer came in saying they were called about their repair being in and neither of us could find it things got tense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both looking, I thought she was just not looking hard enough but I couldn't find it either. So I am asking her to do certain things and getting a little annoyed because she gets over frustrated and always over talks to the customers about things that they shouldn't know. Well she's doing this and I am trying to figure out what happened when I finally tell the customer I will call him and got him out of the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now she is all mad at me saying I was treating her badly when the customer was there. She is giving me major attitude and I had it. So I told her she needed to calm down and she flips. She tells me that I am a Bitch and that I treat everyone like shit and take everything out on everyone else. Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she is yelling across the store all this saying I'm a bitch on wheels etc. etc. After she called me a bitch I told her she crossed a line, that I am her boss and who does she think she is talking to? Well she says that I won't be her boss for long (because I had told her that morning I was giving my notice...that's another story) and she continued to flip. So I told her she needed to go home. That I was calling our DM and telling him why I sent her home and she needed to leave the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RuS7nOjZYjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yFpplAC1qM4/s1600-h/pissed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RuS7nOjZYjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yFpplAC1qM4/s320/pissed.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108414159940837938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G. that was it she went ballistic screaming that she was going to call him and tell him how I was treating her and that I am a horrible person. So I tell her to leave again and pick up the phone to call my DM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the phone is ringing she gets in my face pointing saying that I'm horrible and a bitch, so I tell her to walk away from me and she says "Why? You wanna hit me? Go on hit me!" over and over again! And OMG how I did want to hit her. But I didn't I simply put my hand in front of my face, cause I really thought she was going to hit me, and told her to get out of my face. THE BITCH TOOK MY HAND AND THREW IT TO THE SIDE! Then she tried to pull the phone out of my hand. That's when my DM answered. And I was freaking shaking with anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that if my DM didn't answer when he did she would have hit me. And it's not that I thought she was going to beat me up or anything, lol. It was more that I couldn't do anything since I was at work and her boss without getting in trouble and I was fast losing my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he answered I went to start telling him what was happening and she ran over to the other phone picked it up and started to yell and go nuts telling him that I was being abusive to her and asking her questions all the time (like that's not my job or something) and saying that I was taking my bad mood out on her and on and on. Finally he told her to calm down and put me on. Well I listened to the entire thing so I was there and calmly told him what happened. She had walked out of the store at this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what he told me to do?????!!!!! TAKE A BREATH AND TRY AND TALK TO HER! THAT I FREAKING NEED TO CONSOLE HER IF SHE IS HAVING ISSUES!!!!!!!!! You know what I did? Took that freaking breath and told him that I am leaving and this is my two week notice. He told me we'd talk about it. I'm all whatever but I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay skipping along a little here...she doesn't leave the store so I called security on her and they called the cops and she was escorted out of the store with her purse and all and told she wasn't allowed back today. OMG if looks could kill I'd be dead! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish she would have been waiting outside so I could have kicked her fat old ass when I wasn't on the clock! OMG I hate walking away, lol. Aren't I such a great person. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...that was my fun and exciting day! But enough about me...how are all of you doing? lol. I really miss blogging, hopefully I'll be fitting it in more....we'll see. I'll post again really soon with everything about my new job....again! lol. But it's really good news. BYE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-4465219593933858503?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/4465219593933858503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=4465219593933858503&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4465219593933858503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4465219593933858503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/09/crazy-bitch-went-psycho.html' title='Crazy Bitch Went Psycho'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RuS7nejZYkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xvb8bUscP0I/s72-c/CrazyLady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-2948934285006784139</id><published>2007-09-05T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:04:44.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>A Brazilian</title><content type='html'>Alright ladies. Spill it. Who gets one done? Who's done it before but not again????? Who, like me, wants to but is sooooo scared? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I've wanted to get it done for awhile, but OMG how painful does that sound! I even had a friend tell me that her cousin when and had it done and was bleeding. I mean I am all for being sexy and smooth but I just don't know how much I can endure to get that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am in need of some real direction here. Anyone that has had it done...is it worth it? How long does the pain last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the pain isn't all that bad though, or is gone in like a second then I think it beats the hell out of shaving all the freaking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and how often do you have to get it done? Cause if you have to wait for the hair to get a certain length before you have it done again wouldn't that be gross? So I don't know, I'm weighing my options here. What to do what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write a longer blog on this and other stuff but I'm about done now. lol. Not really in the blogging mood. So come on ladies, give me your thoughts. And guys too. What do you think? Is it hot? Or overboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I leave you with....a vidio. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/196149/brazilian_waxing.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/196149/brazilian_waxing/"&gt;Brazilian Waxing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Funny videos are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-2948934285006784139?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/2948934285006784139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=2948934285006784139&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2948934285006784139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2948934285006784139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/09/brazilian.html' title='A Brazilian'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-991494649685595049</id><published>2007-08-27T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:21:23.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Why I cannot blog faithfully?</title><content type='html'>Let me count the reasons.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday~ 9:30am to 5:30pm &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday~ 9:30am to 6:45pm &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday~ Me day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday~ 9:30am to 10:00pm &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday~ 9:30am to 10:00pm &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday~ 9:30am to 10:00pm &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets see what this week looks like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday~ 9:30am to 10:00pm &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday~ 9:30am to 1:00pm &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;, 1:30pm to 2:00pm(ish) interview for new job (VERY HOPEFUL!) Oh and this happens to be my birthday! Yeay, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenesday~ 9:30am to 10:00pm &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday~ 9:30am to 5:00pm &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;, 5:45pm to 7:00pm killing myself at the gym, but loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday~ 9:30am to 10:00pm &lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a pattern here? I'M LOSING MY FREAKING MIND! Lets all hope I get this new job with NORMAL hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a really good note guess what Josh got me for my birthday????? Tickets for us to go see the Final 10 of American Idol from last year!!!! We're going to Atlantic City to see them in concert 9/8!!!!! I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-991494649685595049?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/991494649685595049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=991494649685595049&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/991494649685595049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/991494649685595049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-i-cannot-blog-faithfully.html' title='Why I cannot blog faithfully?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-4826096746551135286</id><published>2007-08-21T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:14:23.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>If it's not on us who is it on?</title><content type='html'>(HAPPY BIRTHDAY JORDON!!!! MY BABY IS 6!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:30 in the morning and I cannot sleep. I've just watched two, no make that three episodes of a show called State of Mind, which is so funny, and I just really got the urge to blog. I seriously cannot even tell you how long it's been, well I could if I looked at my last entry but whatever you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the topic that has brought me to the keyboard at 12am is being judgemental/honest/overweight/happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what does all that have to do with each other? Well here's where I'm coming from. I'm sure you've heard my story.....an average size 7 all my life, never worked out was just a normal girl that lived in the city and walked here and there doing things with her friends. Well I meet my husband, stopped walking anywhere and got into a comfortable relationship. By time I got married I was a size 9 by time I was pregnant I was a size 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rspz5ujZYhI/AAAAAAAAAfE/l_ZzxXB-VMg/s1600-h/47b5ce05b3127cce9493ed71e46d00000015103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rspz5ujZYhI/AAAAAAAAAfE/l_ZzxXB-VMg/s320/47b5ce05b3127cce9493ed71e46d00000015103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101016963536740882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(1999 at Josh's prom, the smallest I ever was at a size 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***side note***&lt;br /&gt;anyone who knows anything knows that when I was a 7 it was a 7/8 and 9 it was 9/10...on and on....funny how it seems so much better by dropping that number on the end. lol.&lt;br /&gt;***end side note***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway two kids later I'm a size 12. Do I like myself? YES. Do I like my body? NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am sick and tired of everyone telling me that they are one and the same. No I don't agree. I love the woman I am. I am funny, smart, pretty and yeah, sexy. But I don't like my body. I don't like my thighs, I don't like my stomach, I don't like the tops of my arms (although they really aren't that bad). But it is really starting to piss me off that whenever I say I hate my body people say I have self esteem issues and I don't 'love' or 'like' myself. I don't see it like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rspz5-jZYiI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4kjjPSmudJo/s1600-h/Work,+and+Extras+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rspz5-jZYiI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4kjjPSmudJo/s320/Work,+and+Extras+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101016967831708194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this is a bad picture, I don't have any makeup on or my hair done, but I wanted you to see a recent picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm talking about an outward physical thing here. I know my body doesn't make who I am, but that doesn't mean you should neglect it. Right? I mean like it is more understanding to me for a man that has never seen me naked to say I'm hot and sexy. Cause yeah, I am, I dress for my body type an I am pretty. Because I know that does it make me conceited? I hope not, I don't really think so. But like I was saying it is easier for me to believe this random guy than to believe that my husband finds my BODY sexy. My husbands seen me naked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people confuse this when I say it too. Yes I know my husband loves ME, and I know he finds ME sexy (as in the woman I am) but my body? I have a hard time grasping that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making any sense here or is this just a stupid midnight rant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean people say I am judgemental cause I comment on peoples physical appearance. Well sorry, I work in the mall, it gets slow and there is nothing to do but people watch. And I try to make a habit of not walking around with rose colored glasses on so when I see someone that looks like they are about my age and cannot even walk properly because they are so big I comment on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today I was watching a girl that was probably younger than my 26 years walk down the stairs in the mall. First of all it took her about 5 minutes, second she had to put both feet on each step, third when she did get down she had to hold the rail and take a few big deep breaths before she could continue to walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No there was nothing wrong with her, she was just very overweight. And why is it wrong for me to thing this is ridiculous? I mean come on the girl had to be about 20, this is just out of control. If she's not accountable for getting that way who is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean don't we control what we become? Don't we control what goes into our mouths? Weather or not we exercise? I mean for that matter, even if a little off topic, don't we control what we feed our children and what activities we put them in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we just make to many excuses for the way we are. And I don't think by saying that it means I hate myself and am a horrible person. I love myself, and I want me to be the best I can be. And I'm sorry but if I cannot sit down without feeling the need to drape my arm across my stomach I'm not the best I can be. What about instead of making excuses we make goals? You know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we got different mindsets and approached things differently the average size will stop jumping from 7 to 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry midnight rant over. But not sorry for my opinions, they are mine and I am entitled to them. And just so we can clarify this one last thing up....no this post does NOT mean I hate fat people. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-4826096746551135286?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/4826096746551135286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=4826096746551135286&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4826096746551135286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4826096746551135286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-its-not-on-us-who-is-it-on.html' title='If it&apos;s not on us who is it on?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rspz5ujZYhI/AAAAAAAAAfE/l_ZzxXB-VMg/s72-c/47b5ce05b3127cce9493ed71e46d00000015103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6505682846168699188</id><published>2007-07-26T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:03:40.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Am I really a bad mom???</title><content type='html'>Okay here's the thing....Josh just signed Jordon up for flag football. Now if you all remember last year we did the football thing, but it was real tackle and all, and Jordon did NOT like it! lol. We ended up pulling him mid season. It was to much, he was one of the youngest and smallest boys and he was getting so bullied by the 7 year olds on the teams. But Josh has been practicing with him, flag style, and he loves it. So here we go again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be having three practices a week and when school starts going down to two. If you ask me I think it's a little much for 6 year olds. But whatever. Here's where I'm wondering if I'm a bad mom. Josh came home from the registering parent meeting and is all gunge hoe on the football stuff. I just am not really interested, I don't particularly like sports. I don't care if my kids play it but it doesn't spark my interest. Well Josh is all "you need to participate and be there and blah blah blah" and my thoughts are 'you signed him up! you have the job where your done at 5! you like football' why the hell am I getting the guilt trip over this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean when he has games I will make sure I am off and there. I will try to like it and I will love watching him play. BUT why do I have to go to his practices? Josh is there, isn't that enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me the truth. Am I really a bad mom????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****TOTALLY OFF TOPIC****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know I am the Assistant Manager at the store I'm at right? Well before I was there obviously there was another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she went out on maternity leave, and that's when I got hired on. When just recently she came in and said she was coming back I was told that 'we didn't' expect her to come back after the baby' WTF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of now there are going to be two AM's in the store, and on the DL I'm being told 'no worries, we're transferring her'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the manager is all 'she may be AN Assistant but she's not MY Assistant. YOU are.' Me rolling my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever, normally I just wouldn't care. I mean hey, we could really hit it off and work as a team, right? Hell no. All I hear is that she is super bossy and always wants to be in charge and that she is constantly stealing sales etc. etc. But I know I should wait and make my own opinions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to mention she just had a baby and she is like a freaking size 2! That'll make you hate a girl, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she comes back today and opens with me. So Josh is all why are you up so early? And I'm all I wanted to get my clothes ready and do my hair and make-up so I can get to work early. He's all why? And I'm all "Cause I'm going to be better!" lol. He's all 'your such a child'. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****END OF TOTALLY OFF TOPIC****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6505682846168699188?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6505682846168699188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6505682846168699188&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6505682846168699188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6505682846168699188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-i-really-bad-mom.html' title='Am I really a bad mom???'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8753929479153458012</id><published>2007-07-22T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:16:42.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phones'/><title type='text'>Battle of the Phones</title><content type='html'>I need help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am with Sprint for my cell phone services. BUT I just got a new phone in January and am not crazy about it anymore. I want something cooler, with more computer options on it and stuff. I mean I can check my email and stuff on it now, but it is just a regular flip phone. But when I got the new phone I signed another 2 year contract. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a friend that works at T-Mobile and he said he can give me this cool phone I want for free or the one I REALLY want for $150 (it's a $400 phone), and also one for Josh. But I don't know if I want to switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RqOCn5bG6kI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UZiRAuBB96o/s1600-h/32869_xl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RqOCn5bG6kI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UZiRAuBB96o/s320/32869_xl.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090055625799821890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I switch I'll have to deal with the cancellation fee's from Sprint and all that. But most of my family does have T-Mobile so it will save me money there. Hmmmmm, decisions decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who has what? T-Mobile or Sprint, what should I do? Who do you suggest? Who has the better services? Tell me the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RqOCzZbG6lI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sBP5HzL1Z4w/s1600-h/tmobile_dash_tmobile_z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RqOCzZbG6lI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sBP5HzL1Z4w/s320/tmobile_dash_tmobile_z1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090055823368317522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we pay about $90 a month for 1400 shared minutes, but our nights start at 7pm. T-Mobile I get 2000 minutes for $99 but the nights don't start till 9pm. Those two hours make a world of difference. That's ..... oh hell no! Never mind I'm not switching that's over 3000 minutes for those two hours everyday (within a month) and I definitely use them! Grrrr, but I REALLY want new phones! Maybe I should just find a hook up that works for Sprint. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8753929479153458012?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8753929479153458012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8753929479153458012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8753929479153458012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8753929479153458012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/07/battle-of-phones.html' title='Battle of the Phones'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RqOCn5bG6kI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UZiRAuBB96o/s72-c/32869_xl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-4586469634437789365</id><published>2007-07-14T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:04:00.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>My first Tattoo!</title><content type='html'>I've wanted a tattoo for soooo long, the only thing stopping me is the 'what' and 'where'. I am not to crazy about having one on my ankle or arm where it is very out in the open, especially at work. But I didn't want one in a completely hidden area for two reasons. One cause DUH I want to show it off, and two all my hidden area's are so flubby I don't want even a tattoo artist to see it. And I don't particularly want to look at it either so the tattoo wouldn't get much attention. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and my two sisters decided to get a tattoo of three stars signifying the three of us. We also decided to do it on the top of our foot. Right to the side of where a flip flop strap would be. This way if I wanted to or had to I could where a boot or pants to cover it at work if need be. But it is still very open with casual clothes if I want it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIxFrtbI/AAAAAAAAAek/6r-kFjOnFL0/s1600-h/tattoo+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIxFrtbI/AAAAAAAAAek/6r-kFjOnFL0/s320/tattoo+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087249137312445874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT OH MY GOOD LORD did it hurt! NEVER NEVER NEVER do your foot! I actually jerked it away at one point and got myself an extra little line added to the tattoo. Hopefully it will fade, the artist said it would because he wasn't pressing hard or anything when I jerked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIBFrtXI/AAAAAAAAAeE/pz5-17kKFnE/s1600-h/l_5da68551d991b2418f911e5f8024fe94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIBFrtXI/AAAAAAAAAeE/pz5-17kKFnE/s320/l_5da68551d991b2418f911e5f8024fe94.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087249124427543922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here is a picture of Josh's. He got a big one on his arm. It's hot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIRFrtYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/E3grS08GG-Y/s1600-h/l_bdac8be72e7bfbf70f252b79ceda1cf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIRFrtYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/E3grS08GG-Y/s320/l_bdac8be72e7bfbf70f252b79ceda1cf1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087249128722511234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are all togeather with our matching tattoos! So freaking cute huh? WE want to add color eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmqNxFrtcI/AAAAAAAAAes/At2a3W8BeZ8/s1600-h/l_5d6e0e3cfe9181ca21a9924d995a93ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmqNxFrtcI/AAAAAAAAAes/At2a3W8BeZ8/s320/l_5d6e0e3cfe9181ca21a9924d995a93ba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087284407583880642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my sister getting hers, and of my cousins. Isn't his out of this world? I love it but OMG would that hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIRFrtZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JqJ39YBwndI/s1600-h/l_1585104245a0d14dd42524d796eaba38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIRFrtZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JqJ39YBwndI/s320/l_1585104245a0d14dd42524d796eaba38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087249128722511250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIRFrtaI/AAAAAAAAAec/uGXGs0v-tvo/s1600-h/l_f492dae66204a18c81d33c861653b0d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIRFrtaI/AAAAAAAAAec/uGXGs0v-tvo/s320/l_f492dae66204a18c81d33c861653b0d8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087249128722511266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-4586469634437789365?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/4586469634437789365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=4586469634437789365&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4586469634437789365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4586469634437789365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first-tattoo.html' title='My first Tattoo!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RpmKIxFrtbI/AAAAAAAAAek/6r-kFjOnFL0/s72-c/tattoo+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6823267708471104131</id><published>2007-06-29T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:20:56.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'>Work/Mall gossip</title><content type='html'>God I feel so pathetic that this is what my life boils down to but seriously! This is some crazy shit! Remember how I told you about the woman that drives me freaking batty at work? And how she is 52 and has the hots for this 24 year old? Well let me give you some more juice about all this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day she asked a guy that works with us (a gay guy) what a (and I quote her here) 'coochie stretch' is! NO FREAKING LIE! She said cause she's so much older and has had two kids she needs to work it into shape. Honey there is no going back! hahah. She said she thinks if she lost about 40 pounds she'd look to be about 30, I told her she would never look 30 and she got all upset and said I was saying that she looked like an old bag! You know what? She can think what she wants, but I am not lying to her. And she goes on and on about her boobs, she keeps saying they are 'pert' and 'nice' and I just want to first gag then scream 'STOP TALKING ABOUT YOU NASTY BOOB! THEY PROBABLY DRAG ON THE FLOOR WITHOUT A BRA!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong here, I don't want to start a riot, I don't by any means think all 50 year old women and nasty looking and ugly. But this one is! Sorry. She sells Mary Kay on the sides and it's a wonder anyone buys it from her since her make-up is so poorly done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm getting a little mean here, but she is driving me NUTS! Her husband (yes she's married!) is going away next month and this guy (the 24 yo) is throwing a party at her house! She's letting him. Like a huge kegger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the kicker.....tonight she bought him a $200 diamond ring!!!!!!! Actually it was a $300 ring but it was discounted since she works there! She's a nut case. And mean while I talk to this guy when she's not around and he laughs his ass off about her. He totally makes fun of her, and is using her for all the free lunches, clothes and now jewelry she buys him. Her oldest daughter is the same freaking age as him! This guy has a son the same age and her GRANDAUGHTER! Need I say any more?????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6823267708471104131?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6823267708471104131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6823267708471104131&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6823267708471104131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6823267708471104131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/06/workmall-gossip.html' title='Work/Mall gossip'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-7239360309208579360</id><published>2007-06-29T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:04:36.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch, Ass, Pissed</title><content type='html'>Those three words have made my blog rated.....wait for it......here it comes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/r.jpg" alt="Online Dating" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com"&gt;Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you suprised? I'm not. Acutally I'm shocked that I only said Bitch 5x's, Ass 2x's and Pissed 1x. Come on I have to have said all that more than those times. Maybe it's just in the last so often. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-7239360309208579360?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/7239360309208579360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=7239360309208579360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7239360309208579360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7239360309208579360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/06/bitch-ass-pissed.html' title='Bitch, Ass, Pissed'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-4443459872379963857</id><published>2007-06-28T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:06:45.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only...</title><content type='html'>If I could find my glasses I'd post something new here. But my eyes are bothering me and therefor giving me a head ache so I cannot look at the computer anymore. It is making me feel sick to my stomach. Not to mention I ate a hot dog for dinner cause I have no food in my house and I HATE them so that is also turning my stomach. lol. I'm just a bowl of cherries tonight aren't I? Maybe I'll be back later.....if only I can find my glasses. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-4443459872379963857?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/4443459872379963857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=4443459872379963857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4443459872379963857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4443459872379963857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-only.html' title='If Only...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-9064057331004372748</id><published>2007-06-22T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:57:32.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Do I look like a freaking people person!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RnvUFmaf9xI/AAAAAAAAAd8/P5lNZlk3IT0/s1600-h/nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RnvUFmaf9xI/AAAAAAAAAd8/P5lNZlk3IT0/s320/nuts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078886197466494738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking through a catalogue my mom has and saw this calendar thing with that (my title) saying on it and so fell in love. lol. Isn't it great??? So me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how is everyone? I feel like I have a whole new life here. I'm working 40 or more hours a week, which I know is normal for a lot of you. But I've been a part time worker for the past 6 years so it's taking some getting used to. Also the fact that I'm in management, like someone will ask me permission for something and I think to myself 'why the hell are they asking me?' then it hits me and I'm all OH YEAH! Yup, a real dumb moment, but we won't tell the workers that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one woman that works at the store and OMG I've already got a million stories about this chick! She is 52, married with two grown children and one grandchild and I have no idea how she got this far in life! No I'm so not joking. You ask her a yes or no question and get a 5 hour answer. It drives me nuts. As I sit here and try to think up stories I realize that you either have to work in retail or meet her to know what I mean. It won't come off as good if I just tell you about it. But I'll try. Here's one example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I handed her a box and said 'can you tag these?' Now mind you this box has been sitting in our safe for awhile now and I was pretty sure everyone knew untagged merchandise was in it, so when she gave me a look of total and utter confusion I said (slower) 'there is merchandise in the box, look at the receipt attached and match that number to the number on the tag, then tag it and put it out.' The light bulb goes on, or so I think, she sits down at a case and opens the box (a case as in a diamond counter that customers walk up to and is open to the entire store), just then a customer comes in. In her haste to get the customer she just ups and walks away from the box of merchandise sitting on the case, so I say 'M put away the merchandise first', she turns back and I swear to God says 'OH there's merchandise in there?' WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL HER? WHAT THE HELL DID SHE THINK SHE WAS TAGGING? WHAT THE HELL DID SHE JUST SIT DOWN AND LOOK AT IN THE FREAKING BOX? Is it me here or is she a bit batty? After that she put the box away and went to help the customer and proceeds to then working it out to herself out loud. As in she is with a customer and muttering under her breath 'oh yeah, that would make sense that there was merchandise in there, oh yeah. okay now I get it'! Needless to say the customer did not buy from Miss. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much more on her (as in the 24 year old BOY she is messing with!) but I'll touch on that later. lol. I'll leave you hanging for the moment. You know to get you back again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-9064057331004372748?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/9064057331004372748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=9064057331004372748&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/9064057331004372748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/9064057331004372748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-i-look-like-freaking-people-person.html' title='Do I look like a freaking people person!?!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RnvUFmaf9xI/AAAAAAAAAd8/P5lNZlk3IT0/s72-c/nuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1289388829908675708</id><published>2007-06-08T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:02:12.109-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>I'm moved!</title><content type='html'>Have you missed me? I have sooooo missed blogging. I can't wait to fully be back. I still have a ton of unpacking to do and work to adjust to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I did post a moving story over on my other blog. So go &lt;a href="http://escapewithmeintoadifferantworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/book-horror.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and read it. AND DON'T LAUGH! It was very upsetting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon. Miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and real quick listen to this conversation:&lt;br /&gt; (I just turn on the radio, and Big Girls Don't Cry is on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby:&lt;/strong&gt; I like this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon:&lt;/strong&gt; No Abby you don't, you never even heard it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you know what this song is called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both of them:&lt;/strong&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Big Girls Don't Cry&lt;br /&gt;(a moment of silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon:&lt;/strong&gt; But mommy, your a big girl and you cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and how about Jordon trying to be cool in front of the girls in our new neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the girls:&lt;/strong&gt; DARN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby:&lt;/strong&gt; That's a bad word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon:&lt;/strong&gt; No it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby:&lt;/strong&gt; Yu huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon:&lt;/strong&gt; (looking at the girl) Pssh, I say it all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Jordon! Abby is right, it is a bad word, and you don't say it! I better not hear it again from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordon got all shame faced. I had to walk away and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1289388829908675708?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1289388829908675708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1289388829908675708&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1289388829908675708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1289388829908675708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-moved.html' title='I&apos;m moved!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-3275532488195735486</id><published>2007-05-22T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:55:11.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>The Move is ON!</title><content type='html'>Okay so it's on, 11 days and counting till I move. I just wanted to pop in and give you all an update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my notice the beginning of last week, this Saturday is my last day. My boss took it better than I thought. She's only mean about it behind my back not to my face, lol, gotta love petty women, right? So but really it's not that bad, who knows maybe they'll actually give me a best wishes card this weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start the new job on Tuesday, exactly a week from now! I'm really excited. I just can't wait to be back. I don't know if I mentioned I worked in this store before, the entire year it was first opened. So it's kinda like I'm moving back home to live and work. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We signed our new lease this past Saturday and should get our keys the beginning of next week. So then we can slowly start moving some boxes and stuff. The big move though is 6/2, we got a HUGE truck so we can do it all in one big move. Since it's a 40 min. drive we don't want to be going back and forth. I'll take a ton of pics and post them of my new place. I'm so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that.....thank you all for wishing me well and routing for us to find the right place and for me to get the nerve to give my notice. lol. Don't know how I'd have gotten through. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I won't be around much now with all the packing and all. So I'll see you when I see you. But don't worry....I WILL BE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-3275532488195735486?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/3275532488195735486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=3275532488195735486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3275532488195735486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3275532488195735486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/move-is-on.html' title='The Move is ON!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-3536733118781395651</id><published>2007-05-14T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:28:45.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>WE GOT IT! WE GOT IT!.....We're growing in leaps and bounds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkhwksWwczI/AAAAAAAAAdc/euAqLXD2iDU/s1600-h/trthy6hu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkhwksWwczI/AAAAAAAAAdc/euAqLXD2iDU/s320/trthy6hu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064421556662334258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember I told you all that the house we wanted to rent fell through? Well we've been looking like CRAZY ever since trying to find something to move into by 6/1....well we looked at a few this weekend and saw one we REALLY liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a townhouse, 3 bedrooms (large ones!), 1.5 bathrooms, living room, dinning room, eat in kitchen, family room, wash room, yard, and garage. It's two levels and I loved it at first site! Josh was a bit weary when we pulled up cause there seemed to be lots of people out (it's on a culdesac) but I love that. Neighbors you can talk to and know, kids to play with ours. And Josh said it didn't' look like it was going to be big enough. He was pleasantly surprised. We both ended up loving it. It is a block and a half from the school Jordon will be going to (he'll be a walker), and the school is a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landlord just called 10 minutes ago and said it's ours! WE FREAKING GOT IT!!! We sign the lease this weekend and move in June 1st! I'm sooooo happy, excited, and relieved. Come on everyone...big sigh of relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkhupcWwcwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ht4cSKnmKoo/s1600-h/dfghjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkhupcWwcwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ht4cSKnmKoo/s320/dfghjk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064419439243457282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On other news. This past weekend I went to a surprise birthday party for two of my aunts. One was turning 40 and one 50, the one that turned 40 lives in Florida and came down for the surprise. So in talking to Missy (40 yr.) I told her how I keep in touch with her son and my other cousin from Florida via myspace. She then asked me if Anna (my cousin) showed me pictures of her sister. I just looked at her...NOBODY even told me my aunt was pregnant again! I was so mad! This is the conversation we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, this is going to sound really bad...but I didn't' know Cookie was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Missy: Oh nobody did.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking it is really odd that she kept her pregnancy a secret, what is it? A love child not from her husband???) Ummm, okay. Well how old is the baby?&lt;br /&gt;Missy: 19&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Missy: 19&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looking at her like she's nuts) What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Missy: Cookie had a baby when she was a teenager and gave her up for adoption. She just found Cookie about 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkhuzcWwcxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-gfPD_DrRzs/s1600-h/ipo%27%3Bplk%27%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkhuzcWwcxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-gfPD_DrRzs/s320/ipo%27%3Bplk%27%3B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064419611042149138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, can anyone explain why I was like the only person in my family that didn't know this! When I asked my mom why she didn't tell me she first acted shocked that I didn't know, "how did you not know that?", I mean the obvious reason is because SHE is my mother and she didn't tell me. Then she says "don't you remember me telling you that all Cookie's friends thought Hannah (my youngest sister) was Cookies baby and I took her to raise her since they look alike?" Me, "NO, I think I'd remember that!" Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just found a long lost cousin, I've been myspace messaging with her since this weekend. My cousin's girlfriend had a baby last weekend, my other cousin's wife is due any time now....AND I found out another aunt of mine gave a baby up for adoption awhile ago (she/he would be around 21 now) my mom's step mom gave a baby up for adoption before (she would be around 35ish, or younger) and I knew my cousin gave a baby up about 7 or 8 years ago. OMG! Is this not all a bit crazy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rkhwf8WwcyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bcIobTPHIKA/s1600-h/lkj,hm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rkhwf8WwcyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bcIobTPHIKA/s320/lkj,hm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064421475057955618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me just tell you how big my family already is, and this is just my mom's side! My mom is one of 10, all my aunts and one uncle have kids, there are 28 cousins in all, and there are 6 great cousins. I guess that's what they'd be called. Actually there are 7 if you count the one my cousin gave up for adoption. Sheesh. Oh and the cousin that just found my aunt is pregnant, so there's another one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I don't buy for everyone in my family for the holidays, huh? I'd be more broke than I already am. But in all honesty? I love my family, and I love that it's a large one. The more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the baby is my cousins baby girl. the picture of all the women are my aunts, my mom is the second in from the left. the other pics are of me, brother, sister, mom, and cousin.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-3536733118781395651?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/3536733118781395651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=3536733118781395651&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3536733118781395651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3536733118781395651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-got-it-we-got-itwere-growing-in.html' title='WE GOT IT! WE GOT IT!.....We&apos;re growing in leaps and bounds!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkhwksWwczI/AAAAAAAAAdc/euAqLXD2iDU/s72-c/trthy6hu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-3647154638503271469</id><published>2007-05-12T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:52:24.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caption this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Caption this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkaK7MWwcsI/AAAAAAAAAck/xq0iyenKo98/s1600-h/Easter,Random+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkaK7MWwcsI/AAAAAAAAAck/xq0iyenKo98/s400/Easter,Random+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063887580558291650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkaLPMWwctI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9J_VeI0xs9I/s1600-h/Easter,Random+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkaLPMWwctI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9J_VeI0xs9I/s400/Easter,Random+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063887924155675346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-3647154638503271469?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/3647154638503271469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=3647154638503271469&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3647154638503271469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3647154638503271469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/caption-this.html' title='Caption this!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkaK7MWwcsI/AAAAAAAAAck/xq0iyenKo98/s72-c/Easter,Random+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1668465770357475649</id><published>2007-05-10T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:05:59.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Seriously!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkPtEMWwcrI/AAAAAAAAAcc/7NXTmT281QM/s1600-h/greys-anatomy-cast-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkPtEMWwcrI/AAAAAAAAAcc/7NXTmT281QM/s400/greys-anatomy-cast-picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063151062386504370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost all respect for George! He was never my favorite character, actually for all of the first season and most of the second I couldn't stand him, but he's grown on me since. And to think after all that he has to go and actually believe Izzy's STUPID and so unbelievable LIE about not having feelings for him. Okay yeah, that's not completely a ploy to get him to stay. WHATEVER! Which by the way I don't want him and Izzy together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit! And did you see the tension at the end when Izzy was talking about having the man you love love you back. And Kallie was all twitching, you know she wanted to go Latina on her white ass! lol. No offense, just saying. Also Izzy has been pissing me off beyond words lately. What a skank, have some freaking respect, for both herself and her 'best friend'. If she really cared about him she'd respect his marriage and leave him the hell alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm sorry but I am so over Meredeth. Yes it sucks what an ass her father was to her, but I'm tired of all her drama. And you know what? I think Derek deserves better. She pushes him away and then when he gives her space she wants him back. Then he comes back and she ignores him and pushes away again. Make up your damned mind girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soooo want to know what is up with Alex. Not really him and memory girl, although I like her in the show. But him. We don't really know anything about him. I want some deets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! And how about the previews for next week? Christina has no eyebrows! That has got to be one of my worst nightmares. Which would explain why I have bushy eyebrows (always forgetting to clean them up with the tweezers, to busy), and won't get them waxed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly...(since I don't care enough to discuss anything else that happened tonight) WTF happened on that mountain?!?! I think I am more pins and needles over that than anything else. Do you think they'll follow through with it next week? I am all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1668465770357475649?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1668465770357475649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1668465770357475649&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1668465770357475649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1668465770357475649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/seriously.html' title='Seriously!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RkPtEMWwcrI/AAAAAAAAAcc/7NXTmT281QM/s72-c/greys-anatomy-cast-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6220547338834804977</id><published>2007-05-10T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:25:38.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Can anything simply workout right?</title><content type='html'>Okay not to complain all the time BUT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss that pisses me off has been working for the past two weeks sick, and guess what? I freaking can't breath out of my nose, and am hacking all the time with a sore throat! Thank you, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house that we were going to rent with an option to buy? Yeah well that fell through. After over a month of "it's yours, it's yours. we just need to meet all together to sign the papers" it turns into "well we just don't know what we really want to do." And it's off the market. Yeah, that guy got a freaking ear full from me. I mean seriously, your telling me you own 15 properties and THIS is how you run your business? I want to hurt someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my landlord has our condo in the paper to rent out by 6/1 or 6/15 the latest. So I need to find something like yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I need to find Abby a preschool. Not living in that area now makes it really hard to know what is where. And even more annoying is I need monday and friday from 8-2 and wednesday from 2-6, guess when nap time is? Either 12-2 or 1-3 depending on the school. This really annoys me because I'm paying for a freaking half day and she's going to sleep for one to two hours of it? She can nap at home! Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the custom jewelry party I had, then my mom had? Well two of my bracelets had to be restrung because they were either messed up or wrong. Then I was told if an order was in by 5/8 it would be done for mothers day. Well now she's saying she didn't know my or my mom's order was for mothers day so it won't be done by then. YET a party she had just last friday was all done. I'm all WTF! Nobody said it had to specified that it was for mothers day, she just said 'order by 5/8 you'll get it by mothers day!' I'm all beyond pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone have anything good going on? Cause I sure don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6220547338834804977?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6220547338834804977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6220547338834804977&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6220547338834804977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6220547338834804977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/can-anything-simply-workout-right.html' title='Can anything simply workout right?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6731014100263414908</id><published>2007-05-08T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:03:57.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My book blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests'/><title type='text'>Your making me mad!</title><content type='html'>Okay so not all of you, lol. I know, actually I don't know if you all know, but anyway, I started a book blog by myself,&lt;a href="http://escapewithmeintoadifferantworld.blogspot.com/"&gt; Escape With Me&lt;/a&gt;. It's fun, it's cool and if you like books you'll love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not my point. The other day I wrote something up about some books I took out from the library and I needed help with something, and nobody is helping me! So if you read get you booty over there and answer &lt;a href="http://escapewithmeintoadifferantworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-help-please.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while your at it, enter &lt;a href="http://katerothwell.blogspot.com/2007/05/official-have-i-got-deal-for-you.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; contest too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, love you all! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6731014100263414908?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6731014100263414908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6731014100263414908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6731014100263414908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6731014100263414908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-making-me-mad.html' title='Your making me mad!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8291661928144744111</id><published>2007-05-07T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:43:09.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>To My Husband, I love you babe!</title><content type='html'>Have any of you heard Beyonce's new song, Flaws and All? Well it's new to me, I'm not big on music. I mean I listen to the radio when I am not listening to an audio book but even then I rarely know who is singing the song or what the title of said song is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the other night my sister was over and she pulled up her myspace page so I could here the new song she had on her page. This was it and OMG I loved it! After the fist few sentences I knew it was a song for me and Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a train wreck in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then without warning I can be really mean towards you&lt;br /&gt;I'm a puzzle yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the picture clear as day&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you love me&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister immediately agreed with me, especially after she heard the part about being a bitch. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all hear my complaints about my husband, cause really why would I come here and tell you all the things I do wrong? But in all honesty? My family is constantly yelling at me to be nice to my husband. Don't get me wrong, I don't set out to be Queen Bitch, but more often than not that's what happens. And to admit it afterwards? Nah, that'd be to big of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every now and then I have a break down of sorts and I'll tell him how much I love him that I am so sorry for being so bitchy and moody and he's a great husband to me. I do love my man with all my heart and I want to tell all of you that and dedicate this song to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4ak23d0ktI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4ak23d0ktI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this DOES NOT mean that I am going to stop posting all my complaints when I have them! lol. I'm not that nice of a wife! hahaah.....And hey, I was a bitch when he met me and he fell in love with me. I wouldn't' want to disappoint him by changing all that up! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8291661928144744111?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8291661928144744111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8291661928144744111&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8291661928144744111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8291661928144744111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-my-husband-i-love-you-babe.html' title='To My Husband, I love you babe!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1886500814428440034</id><published>2007-05-06T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:41:39.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Brothers and Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rj6f4MWwclI/AAAAAAAAAbo/emnSsF5uTSU/s1600-h/cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rj6f4MWwclI/AAAAAAAAAbo/emnSsF5uTSU/s400/cast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061658818949182034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody besides me watch this show? And love it as much as me? I'm obFREAKINGsessed withe this show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, how slutty and skanky are Holly and Rebecca, what a team of mother and daughter. Huh? I was totally on Rebecca's side and was pissed at Joe till the end of the show last week when we saw what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is something I want to talk about. I know Joe and Sarah are having problems and what Joe did was totally wrong, but would you forgive him? And don't you think Rebecca was more in the wrong? It's like she's trying to pull apart their marriage. I think she wants to sabotage the entire Walker family any way that she can. I so don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kitty? OMG she is such a funny drunk/druggie! lol...and Kevin just can't keep his mouth quiet about a damn thing can he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was Nora laughing with Holly at the end? She should have bitch slapped her while she was throwing all that food at her. Oh boo hooo, I don't feel bad for Holly at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am all stressed over what's going to happen with Tommy's wife! I don't want her to lose any of the babies! I was in tears at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my wrist hurts, that's all for tonight. TTYL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1886500814428440034?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1886500814428440034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1886500814428440034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1886500814428440034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1886500814428440034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/brothers-and-sisters.html' title='Brothers and Sisters'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rj6f4MWwclI/AAAAAAAAAbo/emnSsF5uTSU/s72-c/cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-3288814665896079304</id><published>2007-05-06T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:08:42.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Psycho Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rj1Tp8WwckI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QmasicLYBzI/s1600-h/1076489127_resvampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rj1Tp8WwckI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QmasicLYBzI/s320/1076489127_resvampire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061293536275624514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop following me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some people are afraid of dogs? Or mostly big animals? Well I thought I was pretty much the same. I guess not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I was walking down the side walk from my car to my front door a cat came from my neighbors porch over to where I was walking. I thought it was going to just go past me, I've seen the cat around before, well it didn't. It proceeded to walk right behind me! All I kept thinking is that my legs were bare to it and I kept imagining it pouncing on me, claws and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean isn't it strange that the thing wouldn't leave me alone? It followed me all the way up to my door. I had to yell at it to leave me. Ask Holly, I'm not lying. She was on the phone with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about 2 hours later I went to walk outside to talk on my cell.....you guessed it! The freaking cat found me and followed me again! So I got all freaked and went in the house and out on my patio, all I heard the entire time I was out there was the cat crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell! Why is it following me and stalking my patio? Why isn't it afraid to follow so close to me. And most important....WHY AM I AFRAID OF A CAT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-3288814665896079304?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/3288814665896079304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=3288814665896079304&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3288814665896079304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3288814665896079304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/psycho-cat.html' title='Psycho Cat'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rj1Tp8WwckI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QmasicLYBzI/s72-c/1076489127_resvampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-5071671176345031434</id><published>2007-05-04T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:20:38.260-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Thank God for the Internet! So what do you think???</title><content type='html'>So what do you all think of my new layout??? Me loves it! MUCHO! I don't know what my thing has been lately. My last three layouts have been black, white, or grey. Or a mix of them all. And they've all had a girl on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's kinda like my book cover issues. I like to see a person I just don't like anyone to tell me what they look like. Here her face is covered, my last one was a side profile, and the one before her head was down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, whatever. All I know is I LOVE THIS LAYOUT! I'm still trying to tweak the side bar though. Not everything is there or in the order I want it. Baby steps though. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RjwB4cWwchI/AAAAAAAAAbI/va9OJoogOac/s1600-h/one+tree+hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RjwB4cWwchI/AAAAAAAAAbI/va9OJoogOac/s320/one+tree+hill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060922150453539346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done watching One Tree Hill's new episode online! Woo hooo! It was good too. Except that Brook and Payton so wouldn't have REALLY gone to prom wearing their bloodied ripped dresses, with blood and bruises all over themselves too. That was stretching it a bit much don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I did like how Lucas didn't realize it was Dan but they threw that girl in there. That seems like a good twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it me or did Hailey seem kinda like she was hiding something from Nathan when they were at the place where they took the brick from the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...how dumb is Mouth??? That's all folks...see ya Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Why do I feel like I am way to old to be watching this show? I'm only twenty freaking five! Sheesh. And don't ask what is up with the P.S. shit. I don't know. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-5071671176345031434?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/5071671176345031434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=5071671176345031434&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5071671176345031434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5071671176345031434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-god-for-internet.html' title='Thank God for the Internet! So what do you think???'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RjwB4cWwchI/AAAAAAAAAbI/va9OJoogOac/s72-c/one+tree+hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6524670435830633969</id><published>2007-05-04T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:22:32.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pimping Blog Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Help. And a give away....</title><content type='html'>I have a dilemma I need help with. So put your helpful caps on and give me advice. But first let me say &lt;a href="http://www.emich.net/~nikki/blog/index.php"&gt;Nikki over at Now What the Hell do I do?&lt;/a&gt; Is giving away a peice of her Homemade Jewelry for Mothers Day! So go enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rjtq8sWwcgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ahfbd5jnoO8/s1600-h/Mothers-Day-Giveaway-Banner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rjtq8sWwcgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ahfbd5jnoO8/s200/Mothers-Day-Giveaway-Banner.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060756197212189186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now back to my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know I am leaving my current job at #1 Jewelers, where I am a part time sales associate, and going to work full time as an Assistant Manager at #2 Jewelers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also something to know is the Regional Manager for #2 is the former Regional for #1. So without getting into all the drama it's not a comfy situation between my current employer and my soon to be employer. And the RM for #2 is married to the boss I had before the boss I have now. The boss I have now doesn't really like her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I'm getting distracted with all the details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I am going to give my two week notice, I would never just quite. But I don't want to tell my boss where I am going. And if I knew I could get away with not telling I would. But the Jewelry world is kind of small with people from both stores knowing and talking to each other and I'm sure it'd come out before my two weeks were up and there for be worse than if I just told her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is my boss is a very ..... well she takes her job very personal. And I know she'll take it as a personal slight that I'm leaving, especially to work for my previous boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean my boss now kinda views herself as a motherly (abet a mean one) to me. She's always buying me dinner and giving me clothes. Yup, I'm not joking. She spends to much money all the time. Then she'll tell me she doesn't like it anymore and give it to me. She's given me $150.00 boots, Ann Taylor clothes, Nine West shoes. You know I won't be wearing anything from her when I give my notice. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know. What should I do? Me and my boss have kind of a love hate thing going on. I mean she is a horrid bitch a lot of times, but so am I. And I know in her way she cares about me and this will really hurt her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention one of my closest friends is my Assistant Manager now and I know she's gonna take a lot of shit when I leave. Our boss is going to assume she knew the whole time and kept it from her and there for she'll get the shit end of everything for awhile. Our boss can hold a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that there is really any solution to my dilemma but to be honest...but I just thought I'd ask for any advice that might be out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on I need help here. Where are all my peeps? I feel neglected here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am taking a big chance here, maybe a stupid one, cause I was looking at my Active Meter and there are two readers from my exact area of home and work....hmmmm....what are the chances???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6524670435830633969?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6524670435830633969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6524670435830633969&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6524670435830633969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6524670435830633969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/help-and-give-away.html' title='Help. And a give away....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rjtq8sWwcgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ahfbd5jnoO8/s72-c/Mothers-Day-Giveaway-Banner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-3730630540852513978</id><published>2007-05-02T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:31:28.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>WHY, WHY....OMG I wanna cry!</title><content type='html'>EVERY FREAKING WEEK I WATCH AMERICAN IDOL AND IF I AM NOT HOME I RECORD IT! AND EVERY FREAKING WEEK WHEN I RECORD IT I ASK JOSH TO WAIT TILL I GET HOME TO WATCH IT WITH ME! &lt;strong&gt;AFTER SAYING THAT CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHY HE WATCHED IT WITHOUT ME LAST NIGHT AND THEN WATCHED BASEBALL WHEN I GOT HOME FROM WORK?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DVR is on the floor in our room since we are moving and everything is everywhere. Josh has to walk over it to get to his dresser. WHY THE HELL DID HE WALK ON THE CORD SO IT THEN PULLED OUT OF THE DVR AND MOST IMPORTANTLY NOT RECORD THE NEW EPISODE OF ONE TREE HILL LAST NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So does anyone know when I can catch a rerun of tonight's show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and how sad is it that Chris left???? I was soooo sad, but I gotta tell you I was so scared it was going to be Blake, with the risk he took this week. Thank God it wasn't. The whole time they were up there I was going "omg omg I can't look" and Abby was covering my eyes going "it's okay mommy don't look" lol. She is sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope we see Chris with a CD out soon though, I think he's good enough. Here is his performance from this week, I think he did great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4SEVTE_bis"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4SEVTE_bis" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although Phil wasn't my most favorite in the show I wasn't ready to see him leave. He was just starting to get really good in the last few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Phil's performance from this week, I think this was one of his best performances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b73Ts9NFMjA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b73Ts9NFMjA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish Lakisha would leave. I can't stand watching her. lol, Josh was almost gagging when Simon kissed her. It was soooo funny! Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYPnjLbPH5c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYPnjLbPH5c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I persoally LOVED what Blake did to the song he sang. I love him!!! Here he is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XzHfqlubucA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XzHfqlubucA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-3730630540852513978?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/3730630540852513978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=3730630540852513978&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3730630540852513978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3730630540852513978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-why-help.html' title='WHY, WHY....OMG I wanna cry!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8817739893652489536</id><published>2007-05-01T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:51:02.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pimping Blog Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewelry'/><title type='text'>Pimping out new Jewelry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RjdhOMWwcZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vuUY1rObiHY/s1600-h/Delvii-Name-title-web.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RjdhOMWwcZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vuUY1rObiHY/s320/Delvii-Name-title-web.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059619602836779410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all, since I wasn't blogging for awhile I'm a little behind on the happenings with my blog buddies. But I am rectifying that now. One of my favorite bloggers &lt;a href="http://www.emich.net/~nikki/blog/index.php"&gt;Nikki, from Now what the hell do I do?&lt;/a&gt;, is starting her own Jewelry line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;a href="http://www.emich.net/~nikki/blog/static.php?page=static070426-083939"&gt;Delvii Creations&lt;/a&gt;. Her pendants are unique, fun and one of a kind. They are made using polymer clay, after baking, each form is sanded and buffed and a clear matte glaze top coat is applied. Every month she'll offering a new sale special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check it out and order if you like them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8817739893652489536?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8817739893652489536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8817739893652489536&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8817739893652489536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8817739893652489536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/05/pimping-out-new-jewelry.html' title='Pimping out new Jewelry!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RjdhOMWwcZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vuUY1rObiHY/s72-c/Delvii-Name-title-web.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8043539196747628711</id><published>2007-04-30T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:23:44.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Does This Sound Familiar</title><content type='html'>Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it manifests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to water my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only 1 check left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The car isn't washed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The bills aren't paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- The flowers don't have enough water,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There is still only 1 check in my check book,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't find the remote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't find my glasses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And I don't remember what I did with the car keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day, and I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favor. Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who I've sent it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My husband sent this to me in an email. It is sooo me!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8043539196747628711?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8043539196747628711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8043539196747628711&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8043539196747628711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8043539196747628711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/04/does-this-sound-familiar.html' title='Does This Sound Familiar'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1434944801945620942</id><published>2007-04-28T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:57:30.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>This Freaking ROCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I went to meet the Regional Manager for the new store I'm going to work for. We discussed money and when I'd start. And I freaking rock cause even after he offered me less than I wanted I held my ground and walked away getting exactly what I wanted. Go me! I start on May 20th. Aren't you all so happy and proud of me!!! lol. I sure as hell am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****************SIDE NOTE*********************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching late night tv and just heard Rosie is leaving The View in June. Does anyone have the dirt? I am so happy about this. The show went all kinds of trashy with her on it. Good riddance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*************END SIDE NOTE********************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news. We STILL haven't heard back from the landlord at the house we want to rent. As of now this is what we know....three people including us looked at the house. They want us to rent it cause for whatever reason we are their ideal tenants (yeah right it's cause we're so freaking perfect. NOT! I'm at a loss as to why). YET we've been trying to set up a meeting to firm out all the repairs that are going to be done first and get a move in date. Sign a lease and all. WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY WAITING FOR! This is driving me nuts, the waiting and not knowing. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;************************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I started a new blog! I'm sure most of you know I used to post book reviews and other fun book stuff at Sanctuary's Finest. Well the bunch of us went different ways, with our blogs we're still friends, and this is my new blog, &lt;a href="http://escapewithmeintoadifferantworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Escape With Me&lt;/a&gt;. Go check it out and see how freaking cool it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Nikki, I am soooo going to do your book of the month Ole! over there. I FREAKING SWEAR TO GOODNESS. I know I said I was going to try before but I sucked and didn't, but I really will this time. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;************************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having such a good time right now. I went to work tonight came home to an empty house. Got into comfy close watched October Road (which I was not impressed with the finale, but whatever) surfed the net, now I am blog hopping and posting. And the best part? I don't have to work till 4pm tomorrow so I can sleep as long as I want. I am in no rush to go to bed, as a matter of fact I'm gonna watch last nights Grey's Anatomy when I'm done here. No kids no husband no nothing till Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh went to NY with a few of his guy friends to stand in line all night to get tickets to go and see the NFL draft or something. I don't' know. But he's having fun and I'm getting lots of me time. I'm LOVING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*************************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need to dress hot more often. Today I dressed nice for my meeting, even if I did look like I was going to a funeral in all my black. I had on my new Nine West 4" heels, black pencil skirt, black button down shirt which all looked really hot with my sterling silver chunky ball necklace and bracelet with my long dangling earrings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hot and I was getting checked out left and right. And damn if it didn't feel good! Whatever a girl likes attention every now and then to know she's still got it. DON'T JUDGE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1434944801945620942?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1434944801945620942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1434944801945620942&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1434944801945620942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1434944801945620942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-freaking-rocks.html' title='This Freaking ROCKS!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6703452901678115635</id><published>2007-04-23T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:58:58.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Are you a good friend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I tell people I'm not a great friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm good in the sense that I will always love you always have your back never allow anyone to disrespect you or anything, and when it REALLY counts I am there. But bad in the way that I forget things (like random get together dates set up), don't call sometimes, get busy with my kids and work and not have time for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know, does that mean I'm good or bad? Or just normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get annoyed at my friends though when I don't get a basic respect that I give. And I don't think that's to much to ask for. I give you my utmost respect and honesty all the time. Even if I totally forget I said I'd do something with you I will tell you that instead of lying to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I am mad at you I tell you. If I want to do something and it may or may not hurt your feelings? I'll tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't sugar coat things, I'm blunt and straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch sometimes but I think at the end of the day I'm pretty damn good to my friends. And I'm sick of finding out that I don't always give my friendship to deserving people. It's a waste of my fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this post doesn't really have an exact purpose. Nothing in particular happened. There have been random things going on with different people in my life lately and I just wanted to vent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am interested in what you have to say. What is a true friend to you? Are you a good friend? Are you always honest or do you think there is nothing wrong with a little white lie every once in awhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6703452901678115635?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6703452901678115635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6703452901678115635&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6703452901678115635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6703452901678115635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-7186950026220962042</id><published>2007-04-17T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:36:38.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>23 and counting, amoung other random things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt;....that's how many boxes I have packed as of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; is full of photo albums and framed pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; are full of kitchen stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt; are full of my books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh says I officially have issues and need to get rid of alot of them. I just can't do it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see TMNT last night with my parents and my kids. They treated, it was really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Dunkin Donuts before I got there and bought my parents coffee and the kids doughnut holes. Then snuck them in inside my HUMONGOUS pures. lol. People make fun of my over sized bags but they wouldn't be able to sneak food into the theaters without it now would they? Hmmm. I had books and all arranged around so the coffee's wouldn't spill, then I laid one of Abby's dolls over the top so nobody could see in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in the theater I noticed that there were subtitles on the screen. That annoyed me because everything annoys me. So of course I am sitting there complaining about the stupid words on the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the kid behind us is being ungodly loud, I keep shooting his parents looks, and was being my normal rude self since I was being inconvenienced during a movie I was watching. But I soon looked like the fool I was....why? I look back and caught the parent signing to the kid. Yeah, he was deaf, that's why there were subtitles and why he was grunting and being loud. I felt like an ass. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is crazy. NO really I am not joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember awhile ago I posted something about that custom made jewelry party I was having? Well my mom decided to have a party last week. Me and one of my friends from work went, she had never met my parents yet. I warned her but I still don't think she was prepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the party my mom got to pick out a bracelet for free. So she did and then was adding her two charms to it, first a prayer box, THEN........she wanted the Star of David. This is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Can I get the Star of David?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Your not Jewish! Why would you want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; It looks nicer than the regular star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***then she looks at my friend Jamie and says***&lt;/em&gt;I can get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; Ummm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Fine, what else is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***after we look around for awhile she see's a picture of this hand with a heart in it....and the following happens***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG I WANT THAT! I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lory (the sales woman):&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****about 20 min. later and Lory is packing up. Me, Jamie, my mom, brother, sister, dad and grandmom are sitting around the table in the other room.****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted the Star of David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jose:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom your not Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandmom:&lt;/strong&gt;Why would you want that Beth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; It looked nice. And my father was Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jose:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom your father was Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; No my Father in Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of us:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG mom be serious! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; Beth it's your bracelet! Get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; I WANT THE STAR OF DAVID!!!!! I WANT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom! Use your normal voice and go into the other room and tell Lory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lory:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, were you talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***after my mom finished up her order and Lory tells her she'll get it in about 2 weeks.***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; I DON'T WANT TO WAIT! I WANT IT NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just shook my head and walked away. She really doesn't think she is acting crazy when she does things like that. And I really think she got the Star of David on her bracelet. People are gonna think she's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-7186950026220962042?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/7186950026220962042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=7186950026220962042&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7186950026220962042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7186950026220962042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/04/23-and-counting-amoung-other-random.html' title='23 and counting, amoung other random things.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-981402296761228819</id><published>2007-04-15T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:53:04.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>What's going on latley?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The move???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are not moving in with my in-laws. lol. I know some of you are saying 'thank God you just side stepped a disaster', which may be true. But it would have helped us save money. But no matter, since it is no more. Now they are moving and we are moving but separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have signed a lease for the place they are going to and all already. We just looked at a few places today. We saw one we REALLY liked, and it's very close to my parents. Perfect price range. Everything brand new. But you know how it is....we have to wait, see what they say, hope nobody else is trying to get it too. And just pray we get it. The only down side? One bathroom, I was REALLY hoping for more than that. But after being in condos and apartments I'm just happy to have a garage, driveway, my own mail box, a yard.....and all that if we get it. So cross your fingers with us. And yes it is to rent, we aren't buying for a few years yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New job????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda got offered an Assistant Manager position at a different jewelry store than where I am now. It would be at the mall that is close to where we want to move. ALOT more money and better hours. Yes it is retail so I still have a few nights and weekends, which suck, but it's what I got for now so it's what I'll take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said 'kinda offered' cause it hasn't been done official yet. It was over the phone and since I know, personally, the person I was talking with it wasn't really professional. So this week I am supposed to meet the District manager and talk money. So I guess I need your fingers crossed for that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much I guess, isn't that sad? My life right now revolves around moving and my job. Yeay me! NOT. Uggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wanted to give you all an up date on me. Sorry I haven't been around but I've just not been in a blogging mood for awhile. I mean even over at my team book blog, I've been reading like crazy lately. I have a ton of reviews in the drafts section, but I just can't seem to pound one out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-981402296761228819?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/981402296761228819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=981402296761228819&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/981402296761228819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/981402296761228819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-going-on-latley.html' title='What&apos;s going on latley?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6506800125204532689</id><published>2007-04-05T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:05:30.983-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The Concert....</title><content type='html'>I loved it, but I am so tiered right now so I am going to just post pictures of our night. So....here's the night without words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(**I am editing this just to let &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; all know that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; know that there is some weird code looking words under and above all my pics. But a headache is setting in and I am not fixing it. So enjoy the pictures and ignore the words. Thanks!**)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVQnnOEZ9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/pEjxPqIvJeQ/s1600-h/DSC03257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVQnnOEZ9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/pEjxPqIvJeQ/s320/DSC03257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050031198638991314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVQXXOEZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/H6lLapSAlzw/s1600-h/DSC03235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVQXXOEZ8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/H6lLapSAlzw/s320/DSC03235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050030919466117058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVNN3OEZ1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/cx-4w-TnZnU/s1600-h/l_3cb8fa16f8f22fea44bdda2295d914c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; 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&lt;br /&gt;href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVM53OEZ0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X5d3BSLIiA/s1600-h/Christian+Aguilera+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVM53OEZ0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X5d3BSLIiA/s320/Christian+Aguilera+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050027114125092674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVOlXOEZ4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/xwi167uiOvY/s1600-h/Christian+Aguilera+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVOlXOEZ4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/xwi167uiOvY/s320/Christian+Aguilera+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050028960961030018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVO6nOEZ5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ODk9kkSTEjA/s1600-h/Christian+Aguilera+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVO6nOEZ5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ODk9kkSTEjA/s320/Christian+Aguilera+077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050029326033250194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6506800125204532689?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6506800125204532689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6506800125204532689&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6506800125204532689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6506800125204532689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/04/concerti-loved-it-heres-night-without.html' title='The Concert....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RhVQnnOEZ9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/pEjxPqIvJeQ/s72-c/DSC03257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-7059853031009287731</id><published>2007-03-30T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:04:00.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>As you all know today was Abby's birthday so Carrie, my best friend, came over for the day. She lives in Delaware so she came to both of the parties we had today (kids, and family). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on her way home she was listening to the radio to keep herself awake and decided what the hell let me call in to see if I win. They were giving away the last two tickets they had for a concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never wins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE FREAKING WON!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was caller 102 and won 2 tickets to see CRISTINA AGULARA!!!!! And the Pussy Cat Dolls will be there too. AND SHE'S TAKING ME!!!!! It's this Tuesday! I am so freaking siked out of this world!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who wants to be me on Tuesday...ha ha. This will be my first concert I've ever gone to. I am so excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Abby's Birthday was great, she got a ton of Tinker Bell stuff. The girl is obsessed with Tink. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-7059853031009287731?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/7059853031009287731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=7059853031009287731&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7059853031009287731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7059853031009287731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/woooooooooooooo-hoooooooooooooo.html' title='WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-5991491311284682263</id><published>2007-03-29T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:22:47.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Whadaya think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rgu1ngTQi3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/u3-gd818Ygw/s1600-h/47b6d726b3127cce8cc80c58ddfb00000025113AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rgu1ngTQi3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/u3-gd818Ygw/s320/47b6d726b3127cce8cc80c58ddfb00000025113AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047327497689009010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really have no reason for this post. I just wanted to post this scary picture of me. lol. So here you have it. Whadaya thing? I like this new word I put together, wadaya. lol. I'm gonna use it alot, whadaya think about that? heee heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what else? Oh wadaya know? I don't think I told anyone yet that we are moving in with my in laws for a bit. Just so we can save some money for a house. It is seriously impossible to save as you pay outrageous rent. And our rent is decent compared to everything else in our area. But still. I'm crossing my fingers cause they found a place that would be perfect for all of us, and plenty big. But the guy is worried with so many people there will be to much wear and tear on the place. But all he has to do is go look at my MIL place now, it's immaculate 24/7! There is nothing to worry about. So send all your best my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was driving my crazy kids to the library. I had to run to drop something off at someones house and they weren't home yet, so I decided to wait there. Anyway they were fighting and yelling and I was listening to an audio book, and I kinda dazed out. Yup, I just was like looking at the road thinking 'is this it?' Screaming kids, library, audio-books, feeling fat and gross. Ick. I really wasn't liking myself or my life yesterday. I just wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mother in law asked my daughter what she wanted for her birthday and she said a bra! WHAT? LOL. My father in law snaps out 'you don't need that yet, pick something else' while my son is asking what a bra is and Josh is telling him he doesn't need to know. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminded me of the other day when me and Abby were in the mall. We walked past a nail salon and she asked what they did there. When I told her she asked if she can get nails and I said when she's bigger. She says 'big like you?' after I said yes she said 'when I get big like you, will I get boobies too?'. She's obsessed! I had to stop myself from saying 'lets hope a little bigger than mine.' lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last but not least.....how bout when we were at Target she points to a leopard print skirt and says 'look mommy it's like your booby holder.' I wanted to die, there were a ton of people around. Ugggg......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-5991491311284682263?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/5991491311284682263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=5991491311284682263&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5991491311284682263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5991491311284682263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/whadaya-think.html' title='Whadaya think?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rgu1ngTQi3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/u3-gd818Ygw/s72-c/47b6d726b3127cce8cc80c58ddfb00000025113AcuHDJqzY6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6182819686508301149</id><published>2007-03-28T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:44:09.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Bells Survey</title><content type='html'>I stole this from CSR, who stole it from Izzy....you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where/how did you meet?&lt;/strong&gt; At church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long have you known each other?&lt;/strong&gt; 9 1/2 years, or maybe a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long after you met did you start dating?&lt;/strong&gt; 6ish months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long did you date before you were engaged?&lt;/strong&gt; A year and 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long was your engagement?&lt;/strong&gt; A year and one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long have you been married?&lt;/strong&gt; Almost 7 years, OMG that is a LONG time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your anniversary?&lt;/strong&gt; Wedding~ 7/8/00, Together~3/21/98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many people came to your wedding reception?&lt;/strong&gt; About 200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of cake did you serve?&lt;/strong&gt; Do you know I don't even remember what kind of cake it was inside? Like I know it wasn't chocolate or anything, but I don't remember if it had filling (I think it did) or anything, I just remember my Grandmom made it, it was delicious (so everyone says), and it was soooooo freaking gorgeous. It had white rolled fondant icing, and yellow and white Daisey's all over it (fresh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where was your wedding?&lt;/strong&gt; Cerimoney at our church, and the reception was at a hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you serve for your meal?&lt;/strong&gt; Basic reception food but I don't really remember. It was buffet style. And there was a lot of it. Hey my family is Italian and Puerto Rican, there's no other way to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many people were in your wedding party?&lt;/strong&gt; 7 Girls, 7 Guys, 1 Ring Boy, and 2 Flower Girls.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you still friends with them all?&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty much. The girls were my two sisters, my aunt, my cousin, my best friend (to this day) and Josh's two cousins. The guys were Josh's brother, my brother, Josh's cousin, my cousin, Josh's best friend from high school, and two mutual friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did your spouse cry during the ceremony?&lt;/strong&gt; No he laughed, he laughs when he's nervous. Me on the other hand? I balled. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most special moment of your wedding day?&lt;/strong&gt; When everything was finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any funny moments?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh how bout when I was leaving my house to go to the church and my aunt stopped by. She wanted to see my garter belt so I lifted my dress to show her and these guys rode by and cat called out their window. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/nikki28/08-27-2005121450AM.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any big disasters?&lt;/strong&gt; I was getting dressed and realized that I left my ... what is it called? the puffy skirted slip thing that makes your dress puffy? Well that, I left it at Josh and my new condo. lol. My dad had to run and get it. I was all stressed. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and how bout I have 8 aunts, all married and one uncle also married, not to mention over 20 something cousins and I totally lost it and freaked out while trying to get them all together for a family picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you go on your honeymoon?&lt;/strong&gt; Cancun, Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long were you gone?&lt;/strong&gt; I think 9 days, I can't remember exactly. lol.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were to do your wedding over, what would you change?&lt;/strong&gt; I would have had my ceremony and reception outside like I originally wanted but everyone talked me out of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What side of the bed do you sleep on?&lt;/strong&gt; Left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What size is your bed?&lt;/strong&gt; Queen, and we need a new one. My mom bought this for us, but when we get the new one it is soooo going to be a California king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greatest strength as a couple?&lt;/strong&gt; Understanding each other. Most of the time anyway, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greatest challenge as a couple?&lt;/strong&gt; Money??? Isn't that always the case. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who literally pays the bills?&lt;/strong&gt; Josh, I used to but I just hate doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your song?&lt;/strong&gt; All my Life by Kaci &amp; Jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you dance your first dance to?&lt;/strong&gt; See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe your wedding dress:&lt;/strong&gt; Princess dress! White tool bottom with sequins in random spots, sweetheart neck (I think that's what it would be called) all lacy, lace straps, long train, and a laced up back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of flowers did you have at your wedding?&lt;/strong&gt; My girls carried traditional yellow and white daisy's and I carried white and yellow roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are your wedding bands engraved?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old were you when you got married?&lt;/strong&gt; I was 18 and Josh was 19. Soooo young, I know. lol.&lt;br /&gt;But I love him even more now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6182819686508301149?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6182819686508301149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6182819686508301149&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6182819686508301149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6182819686508301149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/wedding-bells-survey.html' title='Wedding Bells Survey'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6569753393481689179</id><published>2007-03-27T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:27:33.408-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I'm 25 now how old are you???</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember me telling the story about being asked to be in a wedding by a girl I only hung out with like three times and knew for a few months? Well yeah, her husband works with mine and they were obviously desperate for some friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever long story short, they paid for everything so I was all what the hell sure I'll be in the wedding. The rest of the bridal party was from out of state so I didn't meet any of them till the day before the wedding. Let's just say it was full of camp songs from when the were kids and stories that bore me. But whatever I endured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the mall to buy some fun stuff for her to take on her honeymoon while she did some other wedding stuff. Her sister wanted to get her these fun panties but when I noticed the size I said they wouldn't fit. Well the sister insisted that they would and I insisted that my ass was smaller and mine wouldn't fit in them. Well to this day I have to assume this is what ended the 'friendship' I had with the bride. Cause she hasn't spoken to me since the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into her once in CVS and offered her a ride home since she walked and it had started to pour. I had to practically force her into my car. I didn't get it, till later when someone said to Josh "Oh well we didn't' know if we should invite S since Nicole will be there." Obviously I now know there is a problem. But you know what? I just don't care enough to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo (this long story short is turning out to be pretty long) to the point. When we bump into them in Target or anything her husband will stop and talk to Josh and barley ackowledge me, and she will not even stop at all. But whatever, I find it funny. And I laugh right in front of them, you want to act like a child? Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night I was working and decided to run downstairs to browse a few stores since it was so dead in the mall. When I was cutting through the food court I did a double look, yup it was them. They were standing in line to get ice cream and I laughed to myself. Why? Cause I'm a bitch, she gained weight and is so much fatter than me. lol. Little things like this make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into my FAVORITE store then, NY &amp; Comp. Accessories, and was looking at the millions of purses and sunglasses I wanted to buy then left. As I walked past the Hallmark store I noticed the husband standing outside, I guess she she was inside. I didn't' even think he saw me till I looked back and saw that he was putting his head down, sipping his drink and looking at me from under his eyelashes. LIKE I COULDN'T TELL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, isn't' that something you do in grade school? I looked right at him and laughed while shaking my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back up to my store I was telling my friend J about what happened. Then I was all 'OMG look! That's them!'. J looked up and was all 'your not exaggerating, they don't like you. They are practically running past our store' yeah, I'm surprised they didn't start to sprint. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for some more fun, here is the story of my trip to get breakfast for me and a co-worker on Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, do you have a french swearl doughnut? Or something like that?"&lt;br /&gt;"YES YES YOU WANT DOZEN? DOZEN OF THEM? WHAT ELSE?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO! I don't want a dozen. One I want one."&lt;br /&gt;"Dozen? Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO, listen to me! I want one! Then two Boston Cream donuts."&lt;br /&gt;"That all??? No more?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO! That is not all! Bacon, egg, and cheese on a plain toasted bagel with a medium coffee."&lt;br /&gt;"Plain bagel okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"That is what I said, yes."&lt;br /&gt;"And two large coffee?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO, ONE MEDIUM coffee."&lt;br /&gt;"Cream sugar?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"Come to window"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to work and checked the order they got everything right but I had sausage instead of bacon on my bagel. Why do I ever even expect to get what I asked for? Uggg. Oh and yeah, that was Dunkin Doughnuts. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6569753393481689179?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6569753393481689179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6569753393481689179&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6569753393481689179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6569753393481689179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-25-now-how-old-are-you.html' title='I&apos;m 25 now how old are you???'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1165493910909614841</id><published>2007-03-26T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T09:56:45.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><title type='text'>Let us count the drinks...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, before we count the drinks let me tell you that the McDonald's by my house hates me. Yup, I am so not exaggerating. Every time I go there something is wrong, either my order, or my change or something. So before me and my friend were on our way we stopped to get some food (no drinking on an empty tummy!) so I get three chicken strips, I hate nuggets cause they are like fake chicken (yuck!). What the hell happens? We pull away, rushing since we're running late, and I open my box to find what? Like a freaking million chicken nuggets! I am so not lying here! WTF! Why me? We obviously aren't turning back since we're already running late, but remember this for when I tell you I hurt someone at this place, cause this is going to simmer till I blow. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we get there and I start off with a 7&amp;7, then another, and another, then my brother gets there and I tell him "What the hell I've had three drinks, that AREN'T cheap and I don't even feel buzzed! Buy me a shot" So he did, he bought me, him, my sister and my friend one, kamikazes. My friend didn't drink her's so I drank both of ours. Later she was drinking a beer, which I hate beer but I was feeling good now, and I said "let me taste that!" yeah, I drank about half of it in one sip. So I then drank two beers, Oh and I took a few sips of Jose's drink. He was drinking straight vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is anyone surprised that I ended the night puking outside? All over my brothers Prada shoes? lol. He wasn't happy about that. Then him and my sister put my in my friends car cause I was passed out. But she couldn't drive home yet since she was still a little ummm 'impaired'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have the drinks the rest of the night was full of men stripping off their clothes (no it was not a strip club, lol) dancing, and all that other fun stuff. Oh and a hugely fat girl that was wearing a see through peasant skirt and dancing on a pole in the middle of the dance floor. Yeah, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friends boyfriend did win. They won an all inclusive vacation to the Bahama's. Yeah baby! Oh and supposedly I was so drunk at this one time that when C (that'll be the boyfriends name) was on stage (wearing a thong with FedEx painted on his ass) this big girl grabbed his ass and I yelled to J (my friend) "she touched his ass! Hey! That's her boyfriend I'm gonna kick your ass, you don't touch her man!". J said the girl looked back all scared and J told her to turn around and she'd handle me, then she said she had to tell me that it was okay that she told that girl to do it so I would calm down. Now I remember saying that girl grabbed his ass but I don't remember threatening her, but guess I did. lol. Opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Josh called J's cell phone since mine wasn't working to check on how I was since he was in Atlantic City at a Bachlor Party. Well he was a little drunk too so when J told him I was puking and passed out he yelled at her, called my sister and yelled at her. OMG it was a mess. I did make it home though, and made it to work on time, 9:15am! I still felt drunk the next day. Ugggg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times though, good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1165493910909614841?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1165493910909614841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1165493910909614841&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1165493910909614841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1165493910909614841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/let-us-count-drinks.html' title='Let us count the drinks...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-2704043185682446984</id><published>2007-03-22T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T13:15:24.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Take a Quiz and find out!</title><content type='html'>On the bottom of myspace it say "Are you Gay? Take a Quiz and find out NOW!" So I want to know....is it a joke or something? Am I really supposed to say "Wow I always wanted to know if I was Gay, lets find out!" Then believe whatever the Quiz says? STUPID! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going out with a friend tomorrow to this contest a radio station is holding. It's called "The Sexiest Man in Uniform Contest", but they decided to extend it to the ladies too this year. lol. Should be fun. Her boyfriend is in it, he works for FedEx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually doesn't want her to go, he thinks she'll get pissy and then something will get started. We (me and my friend) don't really care all that much for some of his friends. Actually that's wrong. Every woman will eventually get a little annoyed with her mans friends. Especially when the always egg him on to do immature dumb things. Right? Well that's how it is with them I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just got taken to another level when she left me a little rant on my myspace page (assuming I had it set to private, which I didn't) and one of her mans friends girlfriends saw it. My question exactly, why the hell was she snooping on my page? I don't even know the bitch. But anyway, it's caused some tension since the bitch didn't keep it to herself or just talk to my friend about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long story semi short? He doesn't want it to be weird or there to be any drama. I told him (we talk) that he has nothing to worry about.....unless of course someone messes with my friend. Cause I always stand for my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be fun....I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/nikki28/z17553332.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-2704043185682446984?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/2704043185682446984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=2704043185682446984&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2704043185682446984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2704043185682446984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Take a Quiz and find out!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6601839874644175065</id><published>2007-03-21T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:54:38.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Who's Your Daddy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So what's your name? Who's your daddy? Is he rich like me? Has he taken any time, to show you what you need to live?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay can I just say now that I heart BLAKE LEWIS!!!!! I am freaking all about this guy, the beats the moves and his voice. And how bout when he puts his head down and says "who's your daddy?" and looks all sexy! Wooo hoooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay so if anyone missed him last night, here he is!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bl6FrYf9kDs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bl6FrYf9kDs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6601839874644175065?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6601839874644175065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6601839874644175065&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6601839874644175065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6601839874644175065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/whos-your-daddy.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Daddy?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-2461818008824499422</id><published>2007-03-16T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:44:00.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>It got A LOT worse</title><content type='html'>Well after I got my keys out of my car (read &lt;a href="http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-moments-get-dumber-and-dumber.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't read about that)I headed home. I needed to pack up some clothes for the kids since they were supposed to sleep at my mom's tonight, and I had an appointment to get my car inspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather outside was getting steadily worse but I never shy away from driving in anything and have never been in an accident because anything weather related. Well today was the day I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I merged onto the highway I could tell it was icy, and there were cars everywhere. I had already passed two accidents. So I wasn't going fast, but as I started to move into a different lane my car started to slide.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally freaked. I tried to get control of the car, I remember trying to break but then thought that would make it worse so I let up. The car just started to spin and I started to pray out loud and scream. My kids were screaming in the back seat (thank God they were in their seats) and it had to be a miracle cause I didn't' hit any other cars, it seemed like they almost disappeared during my accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember spinning out then going in the opposite direction and slamming into the guard rail and spinning again. I don't remember where I stopped just that as soon as I was done I pulled into the shoulder. I was shaking so bad and screaming to see if the kids were hurt. Jordon was crying, he hit his head on the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was my biggest fear, what was on my mind the entire time everything was happening. I didn't' want my kids hurt or their life to end yet. I was so scared for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jordon seemed to be okay, not really a big bump or anything. So I then got out to check the damage. Well my headlight on the passenger side fell off and my front bumper was hanging on by a thread. And once I got home Josh said there was damage done to the metal under the bumper and all. NOT good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barley made it home since the roads were so bad and my alignment is not majorly off. But I did. I am not going to work tonight I am still really shaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just pray that none of us have anything wrong. Like you know from the impact and all. My back is all tight but it might just be because I am tense from nerves. Lets hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-2461818008824499422?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/2461818008824499422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=2461818008824499422&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2461818008824499422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2461818008824499422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-got-lot-worse.html' title='It got A LOT worse'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8714106269430932164</id><published>2007-03-16T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:17:14.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>My moments get dumber and dumber</title><content type='html'>In all honesty this is really not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I'm sitting at the library with my daughter since it's so shitty out today and we can't be outside. Yeah, about that, it was in the 70's all this week so far then today it drops to like the 40's and is rain/sleet/snowing. It is just depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. Jordon gets off the bus at 11:45 and I leave the library with JUST enough time to get home the second the bus arrives. Cause that's how smart I am, lol. Well since it's crazy out I unlocked the car, started it, then shut the door and went to open the back up to put Abby in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was locked! I swear I didn't lock it, how could this have happened???? I had to call Josh and have him rush home and get Jordon, thank God he works only like 5 minutes from our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing this my car is running outside in the parking lot and I'm in the library. I hope it doesn't' run out of gas. And also that they don't charge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the police department is right across the street from the library but they said "We can do it but it will take awhile". When I asked how long they said about an hour! Ugggg. I still have to drive out to PA today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just so you all know, the suckiness of my life is still sucky but I'm not going to dwell on it. Nobody is dying though, and my marriage is fine. There does that rule out the worst? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I didn't want to post something new, so I am just adding this now. Thank goodness the cop got it open DIDN'T break the lock AND DIDN'T charge me! I am soooo lucky! Okay now I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8714106269430932164?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8714106269430932164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8714106269430932164&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8714106269430932164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8714106269430932164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-moments-get-dumber-and-dumber.html' title='My moments get dumber and dumber'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6212761774865946363</id><published>2007-03-13T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:33:58.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I just don't see the light.....</title><content type='html'>Well right now life is really sucking the big one. I am not going to get into it all but it's not good. I probably won't be around for awhile so I just wanted to post something up. Sorry....see everyone when I feel more in the mood to post. Hey it might be sooner than I think. Ya never know. Any well wishes and prayers would be greatly appreciated. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6212761774865946363?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6212761774865946363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6212761774865946363&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6212761774865946363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6212761774865946363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-dont-see-light.html' title='I just don&apos;t see the light.....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-5782531419048850045</id><published>2007-03-12T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:33:03.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>1999 Hits</title><content type='html'>I've seen this around and as I'm sure you all know I have not been shooting out great blogs lately so I'm stealing it. I went to popculturemadness.com and put in the year I turned 18 and here are the hits from then. I put the songs I liked in bold, but honestly there are probably more I liked and just don't know the title so I can't say. lol. I am horrible like that. I'll know the words to a song and the beat but the title and artist? Ummm no. lol. So here's my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All Star - Smash Mouth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Man! I Feel Like A Woman - Shania Twain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Mambo No. 5 - Lou Bega&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I Need To Know - Marc Anthony&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. Smooth - Santana (with Rob Thomas) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Livin La Vita Loca - Ricky Martin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Canned Heat - Jamiroquai (Napolean Dynamite dance song) &lt;br /&gt;8. Believe - Cher &lt;br /&gt;9. Summergirls - LFO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. My Name Is... - Eminem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Crush - Dave Matthews Band &lt;br /&gt;12. Last Kiss - Pearl Jam &lt;br /&gt;13. What's My Age Again? - Blink 182 &lt;br /&gt;14. Changes - 2 Pac &lt;br /&gt;15. We Like To Party! - Venga Boys &lt;br /&gt;16. Cup Of Life - Ricky Martin &lt;br /&gt;17. (You Drive Me) Crazy - Britney Spears &lt;br /&gt;18. All The Small Things - Blink 182 &lt;br /&gt;19. I Will Remember You - Sarah McLachlan &lt;br /&gt;20. Someday - Sugar Ray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Genie In a Bottle - Christina Aguilera&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. Why Don't You Get A Job? - The Offspring &lt;br /&gt;23. Miami - Will Smith &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Have You Ever? - Brandy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Shake Your Bon Bon - Ricky Martin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom! - Venga Boys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. That Don't Impress Me Much - Shania Twain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. Back At One - Brian McKnight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. ...Baby One More Time - Britney Spears&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. Every Morning - Sugar Ray &lt;br /&gt;31. Slide - Goo Goo Dolls &lt;br /&gt;32. Blue - Eiffel 65 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. No Scrubs - TLC &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Angel - Sarah McLachlan &lt;br /&gt;35. My Own Worst Enemy - Lit &lt;br /&gt;36. Back That Azz Up - Juvenile &lt;br /&gt;37. Larger Than Life - Backstreet Boys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Pretty Fly For A White Guy - the Offspring&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39. Out of My Head - Fastball &lt;br /&gt;40. I Knew I Loved You - Savage Garden &lt;br /&gt;41. Bills Bills Bills - Destiny's Child &lt;br /&gt;42. I Do (Cherish You) - 98 Degrees (98°) &lt;br /&gt;43. She's All I Ever Had - Ricky Martin &lt;br /&gt;44. Cowboy - Kid Rock &lt;br /&gt;45. Bailamos - Enrique Iglesias &lt;br /&gt;46. Got Your Money - Dirty Old Bastard &lt;br /&gt;47. Unpretty - TLC &lt;br /&gt;48. Back 2 Good - Matchbox 20 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Hard Knock Life - Jay-Z &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. everybody's free (To Wear Sunscreen) - Baz Luhrmann &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy - Kenny Chesney&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;52. When You Believe - Mariah Carey &amp; Whitney Houston &lt;br /&gt;53. Can I Get A... - Jay Z Featuring Amil &amp; JA Rule &lt;br /&gt;54. I Could Not Ask For More - Edwin McCain &lt;br /&gt;55. I Wanna Love You Forever - Jessica Simpson &lt;br /&gt;56. Steal My Sunshine - Len &lt;br /&gt;57. You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins (Tarzan soundtrack) &lt;br /&gt;58. Never There - Cake &lt;br /&gt;59. Anywhere - 112 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Come On Over - Shania Twain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;61. Girl on TV - LFO &lt;br /&gt;62. Vivrant Thing - Nas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. If You had My Love - Jennifer Lopez&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;64. Holla Holla - Ja Rule &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Angel of Mine - Monica&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;66. Strong Enough - Cher &lt;br /&gt;67. Nookie - Limp Bizkit &lt;br /&gt;68. It's All Been Done - Barenaked Ladies &lt;br /&gt;69. Jumper - Third Eye Blind &lt;br /&gt;70. Special - Garbage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. (God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time On You - *NSYNC &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. American Woman - Lennie Kravitz &lt;br /&gt;73. C'est La Vie - B*Witched &lt;br /&gt;74. Unsent - Alanis Morissette &lt;br /&gt;75. Fly Away - Lenny Kravitz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-5782531419048850045?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/5782531419048850045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=5782531419048850045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5782531419048850045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5782531419048850045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/1999-hits.html' title='1999 Hits'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-4993253199933964303</id><published>2007-03-08T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:51:57.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>America Gone Mad?</title><content type='html'>That sure as hell is the only explanation I can come up with for Haily and Sanjaya being in the top twelve and Sabrina and Sundance out. That is freaking NUTS! I don't even know what to say, I am speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not really going to write a blog now I just had to say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-4993253199933964303?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/4993253199933964303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=4993253199933964303&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4993253199933964303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4993253199933964303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/america-gone-mad.html' title='America Gone Mad?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-7267794190677688004</id><published>2007-03-08T12:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:46:41.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>I'm so not alone! American Idol Top 12</title><content type='html'>If you all remember when I did my &lt;a href="http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-tagged-by-al.html"&gt;6 Weird Things &lt;/a&gt;post, my #1 thing was that I need everything balanced or even. Well Melinda Doolittle on AI last night gave it an even better name: An equal opportunist! LMAO! When she said that, mind you I'm watching it by myself this morning since I was working last night, I started to laugh so loud and I was in shock! I never heard anyone else say they do that too. This is what she said "If I chew on this side I chew on the other side, if I step on a crack with this foot I do it again with the other foot, if I touch something cold with this hand I do it with the other hand. My friends call it OCD but I call it an equal opportunist." I called Josh right away to tell him I'm not the only one anymore but he didn't answer the phone, butt head! lol. But it was a very special moment for me, like I found a long lost sister (even if she has tinnie teeth and no neck, opps.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway moving on to my real reason for this post.....MY top 12! Not saying this is what is really going to happen because America doesn't always agree with me BUT this is the way I think it should be, as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBQmaIr-8I/AAAAAAAAATw/LYO3etxaobY/s1600-h/blake_lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBQmaIr-8I/AAAAAAAAATw/LYO3etxaobY/s320/blake_lewis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039616603808594882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blake Lewis, 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite guy! I LOVE his style, I would buy his CD in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBQ6qIr-9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/2CiEL3yRfDQ/s1600-h/chris_richardson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBQ6qIr-9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/2CiEL3yRfDQ/s320/chris_richardson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039616951700945874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Richardson, 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really like him, he and Blake both are very unique. And I DON'T think he is just like JT like everyone is saying. JT is so not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBTIaIr_GI/AAAAAAAAAVA/i52QQ_r3yJo/s1600-h/phil_stacey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBTIaIr_GI/AAAAAAAAAVA/i52QQ_r3yJo/s200/phil_stacey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039619386947402850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phil Stacey, 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I don't know what I really think of him all the time. Sometimes I really like his voice and think it's really different. But then sometimes I wonder why he's there. His eyes? OMG they are great thought, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBTEKIr_FI/AAAAAAAAAU4/O8KpUJn6PuU/s1600-h/jared_cotter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBTEKIr_FI/AAAAAAAAAU4/O8KpUJn6PuU/s200/jared_cotter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039619313932958802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jared Cotter, 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this boy can sing BUT he is soooo not smooth. lol. What was that hand down the face move he did last week. lol. He's got some work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBSVaIr_DI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GPb0JkdQW0k/s1600-h/chris_sligh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBSVaIr_DI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GPb0JkdQW0k/s200/chris_sligh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039618510774074418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Sligh, 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved him in the beginning when he auditioned, now I just like him. He needs to WOW me more. Or as Randy would say he needs some YO! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBSw6Ir_EI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NdgceN-41ng/s1600-h/sundance_head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBSw6Ir_EI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NdgceN-41ng/s200/sundance_head.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039618983220476994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sundance Head, 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand this boy! UGGG, yuck! The only reason he's on here is cause he has a really great voice that has definitely been showing itself more lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjaya OMG he could have been good if he would actually sing instead of whispering his songs. Grr, and the other guy that was a background singer? I just don't like him, I think he'd be better to stay as a backgrounder. Sorry boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRLS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBU7qIr_HI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tAuQFv18LjM/s1600-h/gina_glocksen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBU7qIr_HI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tAuQFv18LjM/s200/gina_glocksen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039621366927326322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gina Glocksen, 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is my favorite girl. I know she may not have the strongest voice but she's got the most originality and I absolutely love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBVr6Ir_MI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ij1dBxPY3aU/s1600-h/stephanie_edwards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBVr6Ir_MI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ij1dBxPY3aU/s200/stephanie_edwards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039622195856014530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephenie Edwards, 19&lt;/strong&gt;I think this girl can sing anything! She can totally pull off singing the big artists like Whitney and whoever else and do it justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBVoqIr_LI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sSDzC-qZzaU/s1600-h/jordin_sparks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBVoqIr_LI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sSDzC-qZzaU/s200/jordin_sparks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039622140021439666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordin Sparks, 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! I love this girl. I really am still not sure if I like her or Stephenie better. She is just so comfortable up on stage and she has such presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBVjqIr_KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PC12Frf6q1s/s1600-h/sabrina_sloan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBVjqIr_KI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PC12Frf6q1s/s200/sabrina_sloan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039622054122093730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabrina Sloan, 27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think this girl can sing, she's great BUT she needs to get more of her own style. That's my only issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBVeaIr_JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/a8UvPzNHRWU/s1600-h/melinda_doolittle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBVeaIr_JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/a8UvPzNHRWU/s200/melinda_doolittle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039621963927780498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melinda Doolittle, 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See in the beginning I really didn't want to like her. Call me shallow but I couldn't get past the weird eyes and nose, tinnie teeth, and no neck. But the girl can sing! She rocks! So I'm sure she'll be staying. I especially liked her song last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBVY6Ir_II/AAAAAAAAAVQ/m06WhcDbMhU/s1600-h/antonella_barba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBVY6Ir_II/AAAAAAAAAVQ/m06WhcDbMhU/s200/antonella_barba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039621869438499970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anotnella Barba, 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think with training this girl can sing. But as of right now she's getting through on good looks or something. Sorry. But I do hope she stays so we can see what she does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people are all gung ho on Lakisha but I'm just not feeling her. So I'll pass, but I sure could be wrong. I just don't see why all three judges are soooo loving her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, one of my other favorite shows is coming back soon! Dancing with the Stars!!! Wooo hooo, March 24th (or 27th) lol, I'm not sure. But I have my Tivo set to record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-7267794190677688004?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/7267794190677688004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=7267794190677688004&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7267794190677688004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7267794190677688004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-so-not-alone.html' title='I&apos;m so not alone! American Idol Top 12'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RfBQmaIr-8I/AAAAAAAAATw/LYO3etxaobY/s72-c/blake_lewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-2472677314234633210</id><published>2007-03-04T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:18:32.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Ghost Rider movie review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Resm9teGlyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m-7dmpdhKMY/s1600-h/grider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Resm9teGlyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m-7dmpdhKMY/s320/grider.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038163449763764002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grade: SUCKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I got tickets to go to the movies from my grandmom for Christmas and we finally used them! To bad it was on a movie that turned out to be not so great. Uggg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to see Ghost Rider for awhile now, it really did look good, I should have known better (I'm not a Nicholas Cage fan). I can never really buy him as the character he's trying to be, it always seems so fake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girl in the movie? I don't know her name, but she was in Hitch too. Well I just can't decide if I like her at all. I don't really think she can act all that well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around the acting pretty much sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the plot? Okay maybe those who are all into comics get it, but I am still lost. What was that list for? I still don't know! And how can The Ghost Rider be good if he sold his soul to the Devil? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know they are going to try and make more movies out of this by the way they ended it but I just don't think this one was good enough to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good? Well I saw a preview I was interested in. Spider Man 3. It looked really good. I loved the first one, but since I've heard bad reviews on the 2nd I still haven't seen it. We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movie to see? Premonition, with Sandra Bullock (one of my faves) and the guy Christian from Nip/Tuck (HOT! And I love the show.). And I want to see Because I Said So, but not with Josh that's for a girls night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-2472677314234633210?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/2472677314234633210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=2472677314234633210&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2472677314234633210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2472677314234633210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/ghost-rider-movie-review.html' title='Ghost Rider movie review'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Resm9teGlyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m-7dmpdhKMY/s72-c/grider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1089848997319951565</id><published>2007-03-02T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:41:10.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Beach Diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MILF&apos;s'/><title type='text'>My Friday M.I.L.F. Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RehvjdeGlxI/AAAAAAAAATE/cc_n6fd1GIE/s1600-h/MILF_Badge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RehvjdeGlxI/AAAAAAAAATE/cc_n6fd1GIE/s200/MILF_Badge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037398838210893586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I only went to the gym two times this week, that's the bad news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news? I was pretty good with my South Beach Diet, only cheated two times, once I ate a piece of chocolate with Carmel in it (ekkk, that was a bad cheat but it was tiny) and the second was I had a piece of bubble gum (it has sugar in it). But besides that I was super good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results? I lost 2.5 pounds. Woo hooo, for any weight loss right? I'm definitely pumped up to do better, so we'll see what happens next week. Till then.....oh and I really hope that I don't gain back my 2.5 lb. since I'm going out tonight. I'm gonna try really hard not to eat anything after we leave the house but I am going to drink, I plan on that, lol. And that is not allowed on the SBD. Oh well. I'll give you all details on Monday. Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1089848997319951565?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1089848997319951565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1089848997319951565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1089848997319951565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1089848997319951565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-friday-milf-update.html' title='My Friday M.I.L.F. Update...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RehvjdeGlxI/AAAAAAAAATE/cc_n6fd1GIE/s72-c/MILF_Badge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6803072418440569717</id><published>2007-02-27T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:47:41.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>To many books to little time.</title><content type='html'>It's happening again! I am reading like crazy and therefore neglecting my blog. So sorry. This past week I read Judgment in Death, The Seduction, Sarah's Seduction, Heathers Gift, and I swear some more. Oh and I've been listening to Little Earthquakes when I'm in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell from my book titles I've been into my erotic reads lately. lol. Right now I'm reading some Nora Roberts book, I forget the title (It's the series you like Dylan about the brothers), then I'm reading Haley's Cabin! Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing? I haven't reviewed a single one of those books yet! I'm slacking I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have nothing to blog about. So .... hmmm .... Oh well I started my South Beach Diet yesterday. I haven't' cheated yet, even though the caramel filled chocolates at work were begging me to eat them yesterday. Mmmmmm. But I stood strong. I'm really gonna do this! It's only the first two weeks that are really hard, phase 1. Phase 2 isn't bad at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all, I'm out. Don't know when I'll be back. I just picked up 5 Madeline Hunter books at the library today. So I've got a lot of reading to do. And I'm rereading The Undomestic Goddess by SK for Nikki's book day (ole!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6803072418440569717?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6803072418440569717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6803072418440569717&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6803072418440569717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6803072418440569717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-many-books-to-little-time.html' title='To many books to little time.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-197854560227728327</id><published>2007-02-22T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:13:58.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Abby Moment~ I wanna watch a movie...</title><content type='html'>Okay so Abby was telling me that she wanted to watch a different movie than the one I put on for her. This is exactly word for word what she said. I finally guessed it, but would you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the dad makes the thing and then girl says check, then the girl goes in the house that is in the school. The girl teaches the other girl to be her. They take the stuff from the other girl. Remember I watched it when I was a little girl?! And they never saw their parents. It's a girl when she has a thing that's a rainbow for her hair.Their beds are on the roof, the girls just put whip cream on the pillow and honey on the floor and spider webs, and they got paint.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT IT! THE PARENT TRAP! Don't ask how it just clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more thing, they cut their hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually after rereading everything she said it does make sense. lol. Except for the house being in the school and a rainbow in her hair. I'm lost on that. Oh and now Abby wants to cut her hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-197854560227728327?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/197854560227728327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=197854560227728327&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/197854560227728327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/197854560227728327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/abby-moment-i-wanna-watch-movie.html' title='Abby Moment~ I wanna watch a movie...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-3542756170209657272</id><published>2007-02-21T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:53:43.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>A day off? For a mom? HELL NO! Are you out of your mind!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I moped the foyer floor and the kitchen floor, after I had swept. I also unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, cleaned off the counters and the stove. Did 3 loads of laundry, folded it and vacuumed the floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did all that yesterday do you think it would be soooo horrible to take a light day today? Abby had dance and after that we just hung out. I let the kids play outside for a bit since it was the first nice day in a long while. And I read a book. Yup, God freaking forbid I read a book, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so wrong???? Why does Josh have to harp on me like I never do anything? I know I used to slack of a lot with house hold stuff, and I'm still not the best. But I think lately I've been doing pretty damn good. So what's wrong with taking a day off? I had off from work tonight so it was like a vacation day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry to have been gone forever then come back just to rant. And Josh I know you read this from time to time, and I'm sorry, I am not mad at you now since you dropped your attitude but I still had to rant about earlier. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-3542756170209657272?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/3542756170209657272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=3542756170209657272&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3542756170209657272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3542756170209657272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-off-for-mom-hell-no-are-you-out-of.html' title='A day off? For a mom? HELL NO! Are you out of your mind!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1401058640713067011</id><published>2007-02-17T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:38:41.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MILF&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Week one with the M.I.L.F.'s!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RdafA_iRAQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/90jqAsxsYDc/s1600-h/MILF_Badge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RdafA_iRAQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/90jqAsxsYDc/s200/MILF_Badge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032384473037078786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I have nothing to report! Uggg! I didn't lose one freaking pound! Most of the week I maintained. But when I was at the gym Thursday night it said I gained 2.5 lb.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I only went to the gym two times this week. I know I know that sucks, but in my defense I had to call out of work on Tuesday cause I had my niece all day and night then it was major snow/sleet on Wednesday. So there they are my excuses, at least they are legit! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it also didn't help that I ate Friendly's, Wendy's and McDonald's this week. At least it was only medium fries at McDonald's and not a whole meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need self control when it comes to eating! If it's there I just eat it! And if I have money I buy it! Freaking shoot me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I SWEAR to do better next week. I am going to try soooo hard to eat only at meals, and to stop before I'm full. That's what your supposed to do right? lol. Josh wants to start South Beach Diet again. I actually really liked that way of eating, and it worked. Last time when I was doing that and going to the gym I lost about 15ish pounds. But then I stopped eating good and stopped going to the gym. I need to make it a life style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks for listening. I promise back to the regular program on Monday! I've got lots of goodies waiting to get posted. I know your all so excited! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have to go since tomorrow Josh is switching from our Comcast (DVR system) to Direct TV (tivo system). That means I have to watch all the shows I have recorded. TONIGHT! I've already watched The Office, Grey's Anatomy, ER, One Tree Hill, and am now on Desperate Housewives. After this I have Brothers and Sisters, Men in Tree's and three episodes of The Game, and 7th Heaven (yes I know this is very embarrassing to admit to watching, haha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1401058640713067011?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1401058640713067011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1401058640713067011&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1401058640713067011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1401058640713067011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/week-one-with-milfs.html' title='Week one with the M.I.L.F.&apos;s!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RdafA_iRAQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/90jqAsxsYDc/s72-c/MILF_Badge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8688146135643657444</id><published>2007-02-13T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T13:03:30.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Cutting down on cell phone minutes</title><content type='html'>My ride to work is about 20-30 minutes, and it's a slow ride with traffic and all. Since I have to leave around 5:30pm. To make the time go faster I usually call someone and talk the entire time, mostly Dylan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been getting in trouble, cause as you all know from this (nevermind I can't find the post to link to it) post I talk on my phone way to much. That's 30 minutes 3 to 4 times a week just when I go to work. And believe me I talk a lot more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cut down on minutes I got some audio books to listen to. I didn't know if it would work since sometimes when I read I go off in a daydream and have to reread and you can't really do that with a CD. Not as easily anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's working! Yesterday I drove to work without even wanting to pick up my phone. That's progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got Little Earthquakes by Jennifer Weiner (is that her last name?), Black Rose by Nora Roberts and two others I really can't remember. So I'm good for awhile, especially since I got the unabridged version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only problem is the woman that is reading, I'm listening to Little Earthquakes first, is annoying me soooo much! Every time she breaks off from a chapter or a big paragraph she makes this noise with her mouth like she is drinking water or swallowing spit or something. It is so gross and totally skeeves me. I will never get another book read by her. Horrible! The narrators name is Johanna Parker, so if you do audio books be on the look out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who listens to audio books? Do you like it or meh? And is there any really good or really bad (like Johanna Parker) narrators? Help a newbie out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll only do unabridged. I don't like getting jipped on the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8688146135643657444?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8688146135643657444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8688146135643657444&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8688146135643657444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8688146135643657444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/cutting-down-on-cell-phone-minutes.html' title='Cutting down on cell phone minutes'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-2710197767209927476</id><published>2007-02-11T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:12:51.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>New things are happening...</title><content type='html'>Okay so I've got some new things going on. Let start out with my husband, no I don't have a new one (lol), but he did start a blog! Yup, my hubby that ALWAYS makes fun of how much time I am online and my blog has started out his own. So go check him out at &lt;a href="http://thezone24.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Zone&lt;/a&gt;, you can expect talk about ME (yes I know that's enough on it's own), our kids, his favorite shows (Lost and 24), and I'm sure lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rc_rNfiRANI/AAAAAAAAASU/h7NOn-I2i_k/s1600-h/MILF_Badge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rc_rNfiRANI/AAAAAAAAASU/h7NOn-I2i_k/s200/MILF_Badge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030497925832179922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also I kinda joined a new group/club (I'm saying club cause I always wanted to be in one) called Future M.I.L.F.'s. Yes I know I'm already a Hot Mama, but this is to help me lose some more weight. So every Friday expect an up date on my weekly accomplishments with working out and eating good, and how much I've lost that week and total. I know your all so excited. I know I am. At least now if I know I am going to be posting every week I'll want to work a little harder so I have something to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...I haven't written about this before cause I didn't want to jinx it but I've been interviewing for a new job. Full time work here I come. Well at least I hope. I have gone though a phone interview, online testing, paper work, one face to face interview and on Wednesday I'll be going to another face to face interview. Weew, I know it's a lot. Why am I talking about it now? Well I figure that if it's meant to be I'll get it and telling all of you about it won't change that. So send over all your prayers and good thoughts. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rc_vU_iRAOI/AAAAAAAAASc/LdLAAsoEf88/s1600-h/Candles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rc_vU_iRAOI/AAAAAAAAASc/LdLAAsoEf88/s200/Candles2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030502452727709922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And guess what? I have a freaking awesome husband. No I know this isn't anything new but I just have to tell you all about it. Last night (Sat) we were supposed to take the kids to Josh's parents house and go to the movies for a kinda date, since I was only working till 6pm. Well I called home around 4 and told Josh I'd be leaving an hour early thinking we'd get a head start on the drive to his parents. Well I got home at around 5:30 to a dark house with music playing, I walked up the stairs and Josh says "Suprise happy Valentines Night!" No he is not retarded he does know it's really on Wednesday, but since we'll have our kids home then he did this. He had taken the kids to his mom's already when I was at work, came home got food, cleaned the house, made mango margaritas (my favorites), and had the table set with candles and everything. He even made appetizers, or should I say he got them, lol. It was sooooo perfect and sweet. Ending in a movie and cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I thanked him plenty...lets just say mango margaritas taste good in lots of ways.....I'll say no more. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was everyone else's weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-2710197767209927476?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/2710197767209927476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=2710197767209927476&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2710197767209927476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2710197767209927476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-things-are-happening.html' title='New things are happening...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rc_rNfiRANI/AAAAAAAAASU/h7NOn-I2i_k/s72-c/MILF_Badge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6826758480747142137</id><published>2007-02-09T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T11:01:38.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Jordon Moment~ Color of Friendship plus a little more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rcv62PiRAJI/AAAAAAAAARk/sH9ml-kNb54/s1600-h/B00005T5YB_01__AA280_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rcv62PiRAJI/AAAAAAAAARk/sH9ml-kNb54/s320/B00005T5YB_01__AA280_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029389218679423122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week Jordon and Abby stayed the night at my MIL's house. And without fail every time they go over my in laws buy them a new movie,or toy or something. This time it seems to have been a movie, or at least I'm guessing since I never heard of this movie on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were all buckled into the car after picking up the kids and on our way to my parents house Jordon spoke up from the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon~&lt;/strong&gt; "I watched a new movie at grandmoms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me~&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh yeah, baby? What was it called?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon~&lt;/strong&gt; "Color of Friendship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Josh just gave each other a look...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me~&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh? Well what was it about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon~&lt;/strong&gt; "A white kid that wanted to be friends with the black kids but they didn't want to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(wondering what the hell my MIL showed him)&lt;/em&gt; "Well that's not right now is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon~&lt;/strong&gt; "No but in the end they were all friends, cause color doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me~&lt;/strong&gt; "Your right, it doesn't. Just like you have all different friends at school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went on and on listing all his friends from his class that were Puerto Rican, Black, Chinese and more. But that was basically the end of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we got to my parents house. I over hear my dad talking with Jordon and Jordon is telling him about the movie. They basically have the same conversation until I hear Jordon say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon~&lt;/strong&gt; "But there really aren't any black people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poppi &lt;em&gt;(my dad)&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt; "There aren't?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon~&lt;/strong&gt; "No they are brown"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dad just laughed at him, but I just had to comment...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me~&lt;/strong&gt; "Jordon, what about Jazzy's daddy?" &lt;em&gt;(my niece's father is African, and just about as black as can be)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon~&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh he's black"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me~&lt;/strong&gt; "So there are black people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordon~&lt;/strong&gt; "No he's the only one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! I was rolling. I told Mike (Jazzy's dad) and Sarah (my sister) and they thought it was hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you think that this is an issue we should bring up to children with these type of movies? Cause I mean Jordon really seems to have learned some things from it. But at the same time, I never really thought of it and would have just let him live and go on with life as is. I mean he's got lots of different friends and I had never before felt the need to point out that there are different colors and why and to be nice and not judge. He never did so it wasn't an issue. Not that I care that my mother in law showed him the movie. But what is your take on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up color just was never an issue for me. I lived in Trenton, NJ. The city, but not the worst of it. In my neighborhood there were just as many Black, White, Puerto Rican, and Italian people. And we all hung out. I mean granted there were the gangs...The Pit Bulls were the guys from the burg and were mostly Italian and the Latin Kings which oveously were Hispanic. But you see that in any city. My point being that it didn't phase me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RcyZCfiRALI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FFCvtqIUocU/s1600-h/th_happygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RcyZCfiRALI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FFCvtqIUocU/s200/th_happygirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029563151970009266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always attracted to Puerto Rican and Black guys, and it was never an issue in my house. My sister's baby's daddy (that sounds so funny) and current boyfriend (same guy) is black. He's from the Ivory Coast in Africa. And it is funny how much color never phases us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember showing some pictures around at work a few years ago when Mike and Sarah first got together. He was a senior and she was in 10th grade. So when this older white woman I worked with got to a picture of the two of them and said "Oh what do your parents think about that?" I automatically thought she meant that Sarah was dating in general. So I was all "Oh you know, they're getting used to it. She had to start dating sometime." But when she looked at me like I was crazy I realized that she didn't mean that Sarah was dating but that Mike was Black. And you know what? It offended me. It offended me that anyone would think that my family is like that, cause I think it is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a large family with lots of mix in it. My dad is Puerto Rican, my mom is 1/2 Italian and the rest German and Irish. I mean I've got it all. Then I have a niece that is half African (in the real sense of the word since Mike isn't even a citizen here yet). It just doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does matter to me and bothers me is when people make it a big deal for themselves. I work with a woman that is about the same age as my mom (46ish) and every time a person walks into the store and doesn't want help it's cause she's black. Ummm, couldn't it be just the simple fact that they are rude and don't want anyone's help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that's been around for awhile and has read my IRK's knows that one of them is BET. I cannot stand the fact that there is a BLACK entertainment television channel. What an uproar there would be if there was a White ET. And yeah, I've got the argument from the woman I work with that there are Latin channels. And what do I say? It's cause they speak a different Language! I mean go and watch it, there are many different people on the channel they just all speak Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when this big to do has been being made over the African American books I just had to roll my eyes and say here we go again. Why are romance books written by Black women not sectioned with all the romance books? Why are the suspense books written by Black people not sectioned with the suspense books? Why are they on a big old separate place for just AA? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly at first I thought that it was all the authors choosing. But the more this stuff is floating around the more I'm learning. I still don't' know facts on it but I from what I hear it may be the publishing companies that are making this separation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I don't like it. When I pick up a book to read I read it cause it is well written and I like the plot. Half the time I have no idea what the author looks like, let alone her color, till I'm done the book and see the picture on the inside of the back cover. That is if there even is a picture put there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually worked with a woman that told me her husband read a lot. When I asked her what he read she said Black authors. ???? Am I missing something here? So I asked again, "No what type of books does he like?" and she repeated Black Authors. Since when is that a type of book? I mean there are black authors that write romance, non-fiction, suspense, every damn thing. How can "black authors" be the type of book you read? Isn't that a bit racist? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there it is, I could go on forever. But I'm gonna stop here. These are just a small window into my thoughts on these topics. Go on now, grill me. Give me hell. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you all think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6826758480747142137?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6826758480747142137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6826758480747142137&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6826758480747142137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6826758480747142137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/jordon-moment-color-of-friendship-plus.html' title='Jordon Moment~ Color of Friendship plus a little more'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rcv62PiRAJI/AAAAAAAAARk/sH9ml-kNb54/s72-c/B00005T5YB_01__AA280_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-5440712199492321483</id><published>2007-02-08T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:52:29.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Tell Me What You Want, What You Really Really Want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rcsq4viRAII/AAAAAAAAARY/ugfy-R1CliM/s1600-h/Nose2NoseLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rcsq4viRAII/AAAAAAAAARY/ugfy-R1CliM/s320/Nose2NoseLarge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029160563210518658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry I just had to go there. When I decided to write about this it was the first thing that popped into my mine. But now that I've got it out of my system, let's move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning I was watching the news (a very uncommon thing for me to do) and they did a piece on a new dating service that premiered in New York City last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sets this company apart from others? What's their new and improved ideas? Well it's cutting right to the chase. What do women want? What do men want? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To qualify women need to be hot! Yup, that's the qualification, it is only $30 for  the women to sign up, and a minimum of 5 photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men need to make anywhere from $200,000 to $500,000 a year depending on their age. And I believe the fee is either $300 or $500 for them. Oh and no age requirement or photos necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When some were interviewed and asked if they thought this made them seem shallow they said "No we're just not wasting time, and being honest" it was said that when women talk to their friends about a new guy the first thing asked most of the time is "What does he do?" And with men it's "What does she look like?" So it just getting there a little faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they plan on doing another event with the women with the money and the hot guys. We'll see if that actually ever happens. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Is this as shallow as it seems on first glance? Or is it really just cutting to the chase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-5440712199492321483?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/5440712199492321483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=5440712199492321483&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5440712199492321483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5440712199492321483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/tell-me-what-you-want-what-you-really.html' title='Tell Me What You Want, What You Really Really Want...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/Rcsq4viRAII/AAAAAAAAARY/ugfy-R1CliM/s72-c/Nose2NoseLarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-9057781520965497303</id><published>2007-02-07T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:16:43.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><title type='text'>Abby Moment~ We don't like BOYS!</title><content type='html'>It was a normal day that I woke up and took Jordon to the bus stop. Except for the fact that I had to go food shopping later, yuck! Can't they just magically appear in the refrigerator? No? DAMN! Well okay on with the story then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make it sound fun for Abby, "Hey we get to go to the store! And you can help me pick out all the yummy food!" She jumped right into the spirit of it "Yeah it can be girl time! Can we do make-up?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we do the lip gloss and blush thing and we're off. Abby is rambling in the back seat about our girl trip and how she doesn't like boys only girls. Cause girls are pretty and boys are mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did she get that? I have no clue. I swear I don't, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do our shopping and while in the snack isle Abby points to a man and says "Mommy why is HE here? This is the girl store?!" All offended of his presence. lol. So I just mumble something or other and go to another isle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun the rest of the time so when we were loading up the our food on the ramp to pay I was surprised to see her sulking. "Baby what's wrong?" Abby, "I don't want to pay here! He's a boy!" Yup, you got it the cashier was a guy and she was having none of it. lol. So I bribed her with Pink Girl Gum and we were off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day after Jordon got home I took them to Chick-fil-A, we had a friend of Jordon's with us that I was babysitting for the afternoon. I think Abby was getting a little miffed that the boys weren't paying much attention to her, but she was fine for the most part with the boys. Considering her no boys day she was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later when we were home I was up in my room on the computer and the kids were playing in the other room with toys. Alls fine till I hear Jordon screaming! He comes out of his room running for me....his lip is busted! I of course freak and am demanding answers. All I get is that Abby threw a toy at him. So she goes to time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note here: How do you punish a little girl that every time she gets set to her room just decides "Oh what the hell I'm tired anyway" and takes a nap! No she doesn't really say what the hell, but you get my drift. I'll tell her her time out is done and she's all "No I'm tired" and she just takes a nap! Brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't till later when I was showering for work and Jordon came to talk to me that I found this tid bit out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordon: &lt;em&gt;Mommy, do you know why Abby threw my power ranger at me?&lt;/em&gt;(she used his own toy against him!)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;No honey why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordon: &lt;em&gt;Cause she said &lt;strong&gt;she doesn't like boys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-9057781520965497303?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/9057781520965497303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=9057781520965497303&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/9057781520965497303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/9057781520965497303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/abby-moment-we-dont-like-boys.html' title='Abby Moment~ We don&apos;t like BOYS!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-7064556554390346348</id><published>2007-02-06T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:51:43.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>I've got nothing. I have like 5 blogs started but not finished sitting in my drafts. I just can't finish them. Sorry....So why don't you all just tell me what's new with you. Or better yet, tell me what you'd want me to blog about? Another Jordon or Abby moment, or a Josh one? Work? OMG my life is so boring. Okay I am going to watch How I Met Your Mother with Josh. He took off today cause he felt like it. He luuuuvvvsss me. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-7064556554390346348?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/7064556554390346348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=7064556554390346348&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7064556554390346348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7064556554390346348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8285016503162416920</id><published>2007-02-01T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T15:57:22.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Why am I just finding out now!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay someone tell me how it is possible that I have Chantal's Reading all Night blog on my daily fix but I never knew she had a regular blog???? I always thought, she's really cool wonder why she doesn't have a regular blog. And she does! I swear I am so out of the loop. lol. I added it to my daily fix it's called Just Call Me Mom. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on other news? I added a new box of links on my side bar. It's down a bit under the movie reviews. It's called My most popular/commented on posts, and all the posts that have more than 20 comments I put there. Just to look back on some of the fun. And in case any newbies wanna see what kind of stuff I stir up here. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8285016503162416920?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8285016503162416920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8285016503162416920&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8285016503162416920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8285016503162416920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-am-i-just-finding-out-now.html' title='Why am I just finding out now!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8439621190665395642</id><published>2007-02-01T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T09:55:54.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Spelling? Shit who needs that?</title><content type='html'>I thought this was great when I got it in a email. Wanna know why? Cause my spelling is atrocious! lol. All my SF girls are always correcting it and here's to prove how much it doesn't really matter. lol. Have fun, and be sure to leave a comment and tell me if you could understand it. I read it all perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only great minds can read this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is weird, but interesting!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too   &lt;br /&gt;  Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can. &lt;br /&gt;  i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8439621190665395642?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8439621190665395642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8439621190665395642&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8439621190665395642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8439621190665395642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/02/spelling-shit-who-needs-that.html' title='Spelling? Shit who needs that?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-116550676596699324</id><published>2007-01-31T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:36:17.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>6 Weird things about ME</title><content type='html'>I was tagged like a million years ago by &lt;a href="http://erotischism.blogspot.com/"&gt;Al&lt;/a&gt;, and then again by &lt;a href="http://eggsbenedict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dylan&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://cranberrytarts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://charm-school-reject.blogspot.com/"&gt;CSR&lt;/a&gt;, hmmm or maybe by all of them. I don't know. It could have been &lt;a href="http://peachmargarita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Izzy&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://drakecyanide.blogspot.com/"&gt;Drake&lt;/a&gt; too. But whatever, point being I'm finally getting to it. So here are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Each player of this game starts with the “6 weird things about you”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird thing #1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to be even or balanced. Don't know what I mean? Well here's an example. If my left foot itches I have to scratch my right foot along with the left just so they are even. When I am eating some sort of candy, like M&amp;M's, I have to have two at a time. One for each side of my mouth. Josh messes with me when I ask for some of whatever he has by giving me an odd amount. So I either give him one back or bite one in half. Yeah shut up I know I have issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird thing #2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My books have to be in complete and total order. If they get touched I freak. But my house? Well there is just no rhyme or reason to the order of it. Josh freaks out, but it just doesn't really bother me. You'd think if I was anal about my books I'd be anal about everything being cleaned and orderly. Not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird thing #3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just on the phone with my brother so I asked him what was a weird thing about me and he said "that a lot of your friends are people you've met online". Whatever, I don't think that's weird. Well not that weird. Well okay maybe a little. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird thing #4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT sleep in a bed with sheets or a blanket that are not layed out right. Even if the bed is made, I can't sleep in it if the sheet say is upside down. Know what I mean? I swear Josh does it on purpose. He'll get in bed and pull the sheet up around him but NOT from the right corner so it gets all sideways and then he messes with me when I get in bed cause i have to fix it. Or he'll purposely put the blanket on with the tag up by his face! NO No no! It goes on the bottom of the bed. Even though it's not by my face it still bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird thing #5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates for special occasions have to flow for me. This is strange cause it started out with something out of my control. Like my parents are 2 years apart, they dated for 2 years before getting married, had me 2 years later, my brother 2 years after me, then my sister 2 years after him. Then they messed it up by having my baby sister 3 years later. But mostly they kept with it. Lets see, ummm, my mom and me are 20 years apart. The her birthday is 8/8 mine is 8/28, see they both have 8's in them and they are 20 days apart. Oh and I love how my birthday is 8/28/81, 8's in the month day and year. So all of that was out of my control, just things I've noticed and liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I take it to the next level, which makes it my weird thing. My wedding....it took FOREVER to pick a date and I wasn't fully happy with mine. It ended up being 7/8/00, none of them match but at least they go up in consecutive order and the year is 00 so it goes with anything. Then thinks like my son and I have our birthday's in the same month and my husband and my daughters birthdays are in the same month. I know this is freakish but I don't want to have another baby cause I feel like they will be the odd ball out with a birthday not in march or august. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I finish this one let me tell you this. Abby was born on 3/30/03 in room 369 on the 3rd floor. Everything in 3's or multiples of 3! She was actually due two weeks later, I went early. You don't know how hard I pushed to have her on the 30th instead of the 31st. She was born at 11:40pm! I wanted that date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up I know I'm a freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird thing #6:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, one more thing. Okay this may not really be weird but I need one more thing. If I am reading a book and get tired or have to go do something else I cannot stop reading until the end of a chapter. I really cannot go to sleep if I stop in the middle of a chapter. I'm not lying it will keep me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well that's it. You now know all my deep down weird quirks. So how bout yours? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag.....&lt;a href="http://theaccidentalbitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;TAB&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sweetserendipity.wordpress.com/"&gt;Seredipity&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dreamydeppmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chantal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://anneraineybooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anne&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://blindwanderings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.emich.net/~nikki/blog/index.php"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt; (both of you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-116550676596699324?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/116550676596699324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=116550676596699324&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/116550676596699324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/116550676596699324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-tagged-by-al.html' title='6 Weird things about ME'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6424971086604473641</id><published>2007-01-29T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:56:37.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Some fun stuff...or not</title><content type='html'>Some fun stuff coming up. Well fun for me to do. haha. I am going to add some things to my side bar. Like links to all my most commented/popular posts. That'll be fun, huh? lol. Okay so I guess you can tell I'm not in much of a blogging mood lately. So I'm trying here. Just don't want to lose all you great readers. I know how much you love me and rely on my for your daily read. haha. Who am I kidding right? But I can have my fantasies. Anywho. I'm going cause my house is messy and I have to go to work and dinner isn't even started. So I will try and come up with something witty for you tomorrow or maybe even tonight. Yeay! I know your excited. And when my sidebar is updated I'll let you all know, cause I know you just can't wait! Till later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6424971086604473641?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6424971086604473641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6424971086604473641&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6424971086604473641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6424971086604473641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-fun-stuffor-not.html' title='Some fun stuff...or not'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6330222146478999085</id><published>2007-01-25T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:20:57.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The little things count</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday night I asked Josh to wait till I got home from work to watch American Idol so we could watch it together. He did, even though he was tired. So one Wednesday before I left for work he said "Are you gonna ask me to wait for you to watch AI again?" and I looked at him and said in a pretend sad voice "Well if you don't love me enough you don't have to." lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hour or so before closing I called Josh to see if he waited for me. When he answered I said "So how much do you love me?" and he's all "Apparently pretty much since I am waiting for you to watch AI and it was two hours tonight. Hurry home I'm already tired." Awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am usually home by or before 10pm but of course this night out District Manager was at our store till closing so we got a really late start and I didn't' get home till 20 after. But he was still waiting for me on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried really hard but was asleep half way through the show and then went to bed about 10 minutes before it was over. But hey it was the thought that counts right? He waited for me. Awww, I love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6330222146478999085?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6330222146478999085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6330222146478999085&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6330222146478999085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6330222146478999085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-things-count.html' title='The little things count'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-575269644792644232</id><published>2007-01-23T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:50:44.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Your loss is my gain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RbYiWiXgXDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pKZeK9OnSks/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RbYiWiXgXDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pKZeK9OnSks/s200/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023240204956228658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so tell me what you think about this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when we were cleaning up the store to close I found a bag with shoes in it. They were actually the shoes in the picture but with a different pattern on them. Cheetah print, in a bad way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they were the ones in the picture I might have kept them, lol. Or not they really weren't good quality. Wet Seal. Anyway I put them in the back of the store thinking someone would come to claim them sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was over a week ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss's last day of work before her vacation was on Friday and she told me that she didn't care what happened to the shoes but to make sure they were gone before she got back. Cause they were cluttering up the back room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo last night when I was working I looked in the bag and the receipt was in there and they were paid with by cash! Woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned them and got the cash! OMG am I horrible? What else should I have done? I really needed the cash too so it was like a gift from God. lol. It was only $25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comon honest thoughts here, am I a bad person? What would you have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-575269644792644232?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/575269644792644232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=575269644792644232&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/575269644792644232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/575269644792644232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-loss-is-my-gain.html' title='Your loss is my gain!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RbYiWiXgXDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pKZeK9OnSks/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8611707821908146325</id><published>2007-01-19T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:39:45.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>A-B-C easy as 1-2-3...</title><content type='html'>Well thank goodness &lt;a href="http://charm-school-reject.blogspot.com/"&gt;CSR&lt;/a&gt; tagged me cause I have nothing else to blog about now. Oh and it only took me forever to realize I was tagged. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A - Available/Single?&lt;/strong&gt; - Taken. Josh and I have been married for 6 1/2 years now! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B - Best Friend?&lt;/strong&gt; - Josh, Carrie and my SF girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C - Cake or Pie?&lt;/strong&gt; Pie, I'm not a big Cake person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D - Drink Of Choice?&lt;/strong&gt; Pepsi, or Arizona Green Tea with Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E – Essential Item You Use Everyday?&lt;/strong&gt; Moisturizer, I can't go without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F - Favourite Color?&lt;/strong&gt; Red, all shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G - Gummy Bears Or Worms?&lt;/strong&gt; Worms, they are bigger. And I like the sour ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H - Hometown?&lt;/strong&gt; - Trenton, NJ. REPRESENT! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I - Indulgence?&lt;/strong&gt; BOOKS! And purses, and sunglasses, and flip flops in the summer. But mostly books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J - January Or February?&lt;/strong&gt; February since it's closer to the warmer weather! And cause I get Valentines gifts. haha. Love presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K - Kids &amp; Their Names?&lt;/strong&gt; Jordon, my son, his name was randomly picked cause I liked it. Abigail, name took forever to pick out, it actually changed the day she was born. We had first planned on naming her Gabriella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L - Life Is Incomplete Without?&lt;/strong&gt; My family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M - Marriage date?&lt;/strong&gt; July 8, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N - Number Of Siblings?&lt;/strong&gt; Two sisters and one brother. Oh and I have one brother in law, one step brother in law and one step sister in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O - Oranges Or Apples?&lt;/strong&gt; Ummm, oranges. Although Mangoes are my favorite fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P - Phobias/Fears?&lt;/strong&gt; Spiders, getting really fat, never moving on job wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q - Favourite Quote?&lt;/strong&gt; You say I'm a Bitch like it's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R - Reason to Smile?&lt;/strong&gt; My daughter right now wearing my heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S - Season?&lt;/strong&gt; Summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T - Tag people?&lt;/strong&gt; Anyone who wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U - Unknown Fact About Me?&lt;/strong&gt; I have way to many freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V - Vegetable you don’t like?&lt;/strong&gt; Zucchini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W - Worst Habit?&lt;/strong&gt; Yelling, being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X - X-rays You’ve Had?&lt;/strong&gt; Teeth, ultra-sounds, and my ankle. yeah I sprained my ankle doing a cheer in the girls bathroom during a Christmas party when I was 13 and I was wearing platform shoes. Real smart huh? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y - Your Favourite Food?&lt;/strong&gt; Spanish Rice and Beans, with Potato Salad, and Yummy Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z – Zodiac Sign?&lt;/strong&gt; Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8611707821908146325?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8611707821908146325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8611707821908146325&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8611707821908146325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8611707821908146325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/01/b-c-easy-as-1-2-3.html' title='A-B-C easy as 1-2-3...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-4316306980251692771</id><published>2007-01-16T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:47:20.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chain Mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if this was actually said by Ben Stein but I got this email and decided instead of emailing to everyone I'd just post it here. If you've already heard it, which I'm sure a lot of you have, then just tell me what you think. If you haven't read it take the time to now and again...tell me what you think. Me? I agree wholeheartedly with everything here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they know of him at all, many folks think Ben Stein is just a quirky actor/comedian who talks in a monotone. He's also a very intelligent attorney who knows how to put ideas and words together in such a way as to sway juries and make people think clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;This is a comment from Ben Stein&lt;br /&gt;Read Slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herewith at this happy time of year, a few confessions from my beating heart: I have no freaking clue who Nick and Jessica are. I see them on the cover of People and Us constantly when I am buying my dog biscuits and kitty litter. I often ask the checkers at the grocery stores. They never know who Nick and Jessica are either. Who are they? Will it change my life if I know who they are and why they have broken up? Why are they so important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who Lindsay Lohan is either, and I do not care at all about Tom Cruise's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be called before a Senate committee and asked if I am a subversive? Maybe, but I just have no clue who Nick and Jessica are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is what it means to be no longer young, it's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next confession:&lt;br /&gt;I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas" to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution, and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America we knew went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this Happen?" (regarding Katrina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school . The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-4316306980251692771?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/4316306980251692771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=4316306980251692771&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4316306980251692771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/4316306980251692771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8954447924981621532</id><published>2007-01-14T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:42:21.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Cum off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RaqCcrjR2AI/AAAAAAAAANU/8glpWPjXCio/s1600-h/body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RaqCcrjR2AI/AAAAAAAAANU/8glpWPjXCio/s400/body.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019968163896481794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay just to for warn everyone this may be a to much information post! lol. But I just gotta bring it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is....who the heck can tell me a good way to get cum off you?! I'm so serious here. lol. I mean you get freaky doing your thing, and sometimes depending what your doing things get messy. I for one cannot seem to find a good way to remove the cum! From your stomach, legs, chest, you name it and it's like I've got this thick layer of gooey glue on me. And no matter what I do it never comes all the way off! Grrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I get out later and find it still there! Soooo frustrating, I've gotta take like three showers. Okay so that's a little bit of an exaggeration but you get my point right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night I used a scrub brush that I had gotten for my toes and it worked but can you say OUCH! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Josh I am going to create some wonder scrub and call it "cum off" and I swear I'll make a killing off it. Now I just need to figure out what to put in it. Yeah, and Josh said it was the funniest thing I've ever said. Hmmm, and I wasn't even trying. Guess it just comes natural. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know if this is something the men or women would be more knowledgeable about but if any of you have some secret solution...PLEASE share your secrets with me!!! I swear I'll cut you in on some of the proceeds from my "cum off" scrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8954447924981621532?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8954447924981621532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8954447924981621532&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8954447924981621532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8954447924981621532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/01/cum-off.html' title='Cum off!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RaqCcrjR2AI/AAAAAAAAANU/8glpWPjXCio/s72-c/body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-2894067563303715523</id><published>2007-01-09T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:10:01.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I'm so jealous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RaQES4SfPpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6zVhoKNODtQ/s1600-h/47b6d737b3127cce8cb07bb08d0900000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RaQES4SfPpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6zVhoKNODtQ/s320/47b6d737b3127cce8cb07bb08d0900000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018140607191662226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby sister just got herself an apartment. Her and a friend moved in together in the city close to their college but not on campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to visit her it was in the ghetto, kinda, third floor, no elevator) small little kitchen, horrible view. And I was soooo jealous!!! Why? Cause I never got that. I never did any of that. I went from high school, to engaged, to married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't want to not have Josh and my kids. I love them all. But do you ever feel a pang of jealousy for what you never had? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in general I am so happy for my sister. And she's not that far from me. I actually told Josh I was going to be single for a week and go stay with her. Yeah, he laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The picture is of my sister and my baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-2894067563303715523?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/2894067563303715523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=2894067563303715523&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2894067563303715523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2894067563303715523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-jealous.html' title='I&apos;m so jealous!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RaQES4SfPpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6zVhoKNODtQ/s72-c/47b6d737b3127cce8cb07bb08d0900000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-5165852647405603205</id><published>2007-01-08T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:04:37.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'>Open mouth insert foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RaJmkYSfPnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YBx0CxjB36s/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RaJmkYSfPnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YBx0CxjB36s/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017685710025473650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night my mom had all her kids over for dinner. Now that my youngest sister has moved out and my other sister with her baby is now living elsewhere with her boyfriend, she (mom) only has my brother in the house with her and my dad. Oh and my grandmom lives with them. But Jose is barley there that much anyway. Soooo she has decided to make a every other Sunday family dinner for us all to go to. I like the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was of course invited but didn't come cause the Eagles were playing. Yeah he thinks the games all weigh in on him being at home with the TV in the right place and him wearing the right Eagles attire. I'm so not joking. One time they lost and he said it was all my fault cause I didn't have his grey boxers cleaned and he was wearing blue ones instead (wrong color). lol. MEN! So he stayed home cause they only win when he's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywooo, after dinner we were all having coffee and ice cream. And no surprise but me my sisters and Kristin (my youngest sisters housemate) ended up sitting at the table long after everyone else was done and doing other things. What do girls do when eating ice cream, drinking coffee, and left to themselves? Gossip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had just informed us of a young girl from our church was pregnant and so it sparked the topic of how many girls from a certain generation of youth in our church got pregnant. I know we are horrible, but whatever my sister and Kristins sister were included on the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half way into our conversation a friend of my mom's walked into the house and went right into the kitchen. Me, Hannah and Kristin all saw this but since Sarah had her back to the door she didn't. Bad bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a minute later I turned to Kristin and said another name, I whispered it cause it was the daughter of the woman that just walked into our house. Not even ten seconds later Sarah yells out the same name! Me, Hannah, and Kristin stare at her with wide eyes of horror and bust out laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's all "What?" then after we told her that that girls mom was in the other room she says all loud "Oh I didn't mean so and so I meant (another person's name)" OMG she was so bad at trying to play it off. But it was really funny! I'm just glad I didn't say it. Cause even if she didn't know what we were talking about it was obvious we were gossiping and it's never good to hear your child's name thrown into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps. Can't wait to see what happens at our next family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-5165852647405603205?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/5165852647405603205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=5165852647405603205&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5165852647405603205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5165852647405603205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/01/open-mouth-insert-foot.html' title='Open mouth insert foot'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RaJmkYSfPnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YBx0CxjB36s/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-7952912876128794002</id><published>2007-01-04T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T09:03:20.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Are you kidding me???</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago I went to the gym and since I didn't have my card on me I brought in my license in my gym bag. Then I didn't even need it the guy just let me in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to exchange a NEW bed set that had a spot on it when I opened it and realized I didn't' have my ID cause I left it in my gym bag at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries I did an exchange here the day before and they didn't' need my ID. I go in get my new bed set and what do they ask for? My freaking ID. I tell them that I didn't need it the other day (of course I was a smart ass. She said it wouldn't let her go any further in the computer and I said "Oh it changes day to day? Cause yesterday it let you."). And they tell me that if you return something within 24 hours you need ID, if it's later than that you don't. WTF! Explain that to me. So I say "fine I'll be back in a couple of hours when it will be more than 24 hours" and she says to wait till tomorrow and it won't ask so I said "I will have my ID tomorrow, that doesn't help me now and you said 24 hrs. so that's when I'll be back". Now of course I wasn't going back again in a couple of hours but they pissed me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked if they could hold the bed set till I get back and she has the freaking nerve to tell me she doesn't have the room. So I flipped a little and said something like she can't freaking do an EVEN exchange for me when I have my receipt and now she can't even hold it for a couple of hours??? So she held it. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, where is the customer service??? When I left I said to myself, out loud, "Stupid woman" and Abby says "Mommy that's a bad word" and I said "That's a bad lady". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Famous Footwear to exchange Josh's sneakers for a 1/2 size different and they freaking don't have that shoe at this location. He looks it up and says sorry it's not available for home delivery either and I'll have to travel over an hour away cause that's the only store that has it. And when I asked he said no he can't have them transferred here for me. Why the hell not? Don't act like I'm crazy for asking. We transfer stuff store to store for customers all the time. It's called good customer service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wanted to run to the mall and exchange some NY&amp;C stuff I have and I know they need ID so I couldn't even do that. Uggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours later I had picked Jordon up from school and taken Abby to dance and since we were out decided to go and get the bed set since I now had my license on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get there.....the woman pretends she didn't know who the hell I was.....I tell her.....she does the exchange......AND DIDN'T EVEN NEED MY FREAKING ID THIS TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-7952912876128794002?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/7952912876128794002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=7952912876128794002&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7952912876128794002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7952912876128794002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me???'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6477000927689463882</id><published>2007-01-03T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T09:26:47.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Karma's a Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZu6bnE7DMI/AAAAAAAAAME/PYfxNgBoKvg/s1600-h/gth0106l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZu6bnE7DMI/AAAAAAAAAME/PYfxNgBoKvg/s400/gth0106l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015807593516043458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just about every day on my way in to work I call Dylan and we chat. Well yesterday was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're chatting away and all the sudden I look in my mirror and the following flys out my mouth "Oh Fuck! I'm getting pulled over, gotta go!" and I threw my phone. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pulled over for going 69 in a 50 zone. And for driving in the left lane when it is just for passing. Ugh. Cut me a break! At least he didn't notice I was on my cell phone that would have been another ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop was cool though, he gave me a warning for speeding and a summons (whatever that is) for driving in the wrong lane. No points on the license at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this play into 'karma being a bitch'? Well earlier that same day I was at Kohls and me and Josh were looking at these t-shirts that said funny things and there were a few that made fun of cops. Like one said a cops worst nightmare and it had a donut store exploding and stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was laughing and said that I should send it to MM (Holly's man). So that night I called Holly and told her it was all MM's fault I got pulled over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not to mention about an hour after I got to work Josh calls and is all what's going on? So I'm all innocently telling him how work is when another call comes in so I click over and it's my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, she told him I got pulled over. WTF! She called me while I was waiting for the cop to bring my stuff back to my car and I told her I was pulled over. She called my house and told Josh. Why? I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say when I clicked back over I realized that is why he had called. Not to happy. Especially since he wanted me to call out of work that night and I refused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me your stories. Any of you get pulled over ever? This was my third time. I've gotten tickets every time, and NEVER paid one. They always get dropped. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time it was for going 70 in a 40 zone. I was 8 months pregnant. He didn't have pity on me. But I went to court and he didn't show so it was dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was two weeks before Christmas two years ago. I had expired license, registration, and inspection. lol. Three tickets. He said if I got them all done in three weeks he'd have the tickets dropped. Three months later I got the stuff done and went to court...he dropped the tickets. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6477000927689463882?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6477000927689463882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6477000927689463882&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6477000927689463882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6477000927689463882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2007/01/karmas-bitch.html' title='Karma&apos;s a Bitch'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZu6bnE7DMI/AAAAAAAAAME/PYfxNgBoKvg/s72-c/gth0106l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-2247571517633559300</id><published>2006-12-29T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T02:32:21.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2006, part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTAHnE7DFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KX5oIfOqf2M/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTAHnE7DFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KX5oIfOqf2M/s200/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013843522151451730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay I know it's been a long time coming. You know, this final part of my Christmas Story. So here it is ... 7:30am and I haven't even slept 5 full hours but my kids are up and yelling for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTAaXE7DGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tF2DY806Izw/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTAaXE7DGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tF2DY806Izw/s200/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013843844273998946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Normally they would just get up and come to my room but that would mean walking through the living room that the tree was in. I guess they wanted me to be there with them. So I went to their rooms and we walked out together. They were sooo excited when they saw all the presents. lol, then they ran upstairs to wake Josh up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny cause Abby was opening gifts sooo fast so she had almost all her gifts open and Jordon was on like his third. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTAqHE7DHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TbREAAfoLJw/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTAqHE7DHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TbREAAfoLJw/s200/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013844114856938610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But they had a great time. By 11:30am we were on our way to my parents house. My mom hooked me up with a few sweaters and jeans from my favorite store NY&amp;C, sneakers, and slippers. My sisters got me a gift card to get a pedi/mani (soooo excited about this!) a new purse and wristlet! Love my sistas. My brother didn't do gifts since he is jobless but he cooked us all a fabulous brunch. If he wasn't going to school to be some political big wig I'd say he should be a world renowned chef. The boy can cook! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, of course they got Josh and the kids good stuff too. But hey we're gonna make that part about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging with my family some more we headed over to Josh's parents house for dinner, an Eagles game and some more gifts. Fun fun. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTBE3E7DII/AAAAAAAAAKs/al006n1K19s/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTBE3E7DII/AAAAAAAAAKs/al006n1K19s/s200/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013844574418439298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually my mother in law takes us out shopping and we just pick out our own gifts. This year I guess she thought she'd give it a shot on her own. All I can say is she got the gist of it right. I loved the two sweaters from NY&amp;C she got me, can't go wrong in that store, but the rest? Well I wanted a robe, I got one, most uncomfortable material ever though. I wanted a track suit, got one in again the most horrible material. PJ's? To small, that's always embarrassing. lol. And to top it all off she got us a new bed set. Josh told me about it before Christmas and showed me what it looked like and I told him I didn't like it at all. He told her and she still gave it to us, which just made for some uncomfortable moments when I asked her for the receipt for it cause I didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTCWXE7DJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RnHLRPOwe_s/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTCWXE7DJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RnHLRPOwe_s/s200/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013845974577777810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I sound like an ungrateful bitch here, but I'm not. Really. haha. I love my in laws. And my mother in law is great, she always over does it. But I don't know that she really does all that great on her own, picking gifts. We work better as a team. Although she was the ONLY one that remembered I collect Willow Tree Figurines. She got me the Wisdom one that is of a girl sitting down reading a book. Perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did a ton of great outfits for the kids among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we went to go home but had to swing by my parents house cause I forgot my phone there earlier. Well we ended up playing a card game called canasta from 9:30pm to 1:30am! lol, but it was lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00am we unloaded all the gifts from our car and called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a GREAT Christmas was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTDtnE7DLI/AAAAAAAAALE/dmi2pvMPy5Q/s1600-h/25802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTDtnE7DLI/AAAAAAAAALE/dmi2pvMPy5Q/s200/25802.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013847473521364146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-2247571517633559300?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/2247571517633559300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=2247571517633559300&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2247571517633559300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2247571517633559300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-part-4.html' title='Christmas 2006, part 4'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZTAHnE7DFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KX5oIfOqf2M/s72-c/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-7816064486605169159</id><published>2006-12-27T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:54:34.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2006, part 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we pick up the kids from my In Laws and get to my aunts house for the party. Everyone else has been there for well over an hour, but of course the party doesn't start till I arrive. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun time, I always enjoy getting together with all my aunts, uncles, and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of me and my sisters with our girl cousins. The only one's missing are my three in Florida and the youngest (2) who is running around.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZIIH5F20PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DE3FP_kXl9k/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZIIH5F20PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DE3FP_kXl9k/s320/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013078266894274802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of me and my mom. Isn't she to freaking cute and funny! I love my mom.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZIIjZF20QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YtaSbrkORew/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZIIjZF20QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YtaSbrkORew/s320/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013078739340677378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know this one was short, but nothing overly exciting happened. We just all hung out and had a good time with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Josh and the kids left around 10pm and got home put the kids to bed and then I stayed up till 2:30am in the morning wrapping gifts. Only to be woken up by very excited kids at 7:30am. Uggg, but it was all worth it....but that's for part 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm super tired right now, that will have to wait till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-7816064486605169159?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/7816064486605169159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=7816064486605169159&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7816064486605169159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7816064486605169159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-part-3.html' title='Christmas 2006, part 3.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZIIH5F20PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DE3FP_kXl9k/s72-c/Christmas+Eve,+Day+and+Day+After+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-382210686806890029</id><published>2006-12-27T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:54:54.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2006, part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve and I have to be to work by 11am, and I only work till 5pm. Which normally I'd be overjoyed since I've never had that great of hours on Christmas Eve before. BUT....there was one last gift I needed to get my daughter so I needed to run to two Targets (in case the first didn't have it) and they closed at 6pm. Cutting it close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was determined to have a great day. I wasn't going to let anyone bring my mood down. And it worked. Shoot, I need to try this positive thinking thing more often, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you one of the funniest things that happened right before I left though. It is 5:35 and I'm hoping to sneak out a little early when this Chinese guy walks in. So I greet him and see if he needs help (I don't think he understood a word I said but that's neither here nor there, lol). Well not even 3 min. later this black guy walks in (normally I don't state color and all but it plays into the story) his first question is what's our return policy? Well I can tell this is going to be promising, so I tell him. I am now trying to stay with my customer will answering this other guys questions cause for some reason I am all alone up front in the store. A few minutes later the woman I don't like comes up and I ask her to take the black guy so I can finish with my customer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even 5 min. later I hear this being YELLED in our store among all the customers "Somebody get over here! I want someone else to help me. Get this woman away from me, I don't want her help. I don't want her anywhere near me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! Yup, the woman I don't like was doing what she always does. She was judging because of color and appearance and wasn't' letting the guy hold the merchandise he was looking at. And he made a scene! I ended up helping him and all was fine. He pulled out a wad of cash so large and then the other woman was wishing she hadn't treated him the way she did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma's a Bitch! She's also the one that jipped me in the polyanna. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZIGYpF20OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NvZkum7ga7A/s1600-h/boots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZIGYpF20OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NvZkum7ga7A/s200/boots.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013076355633828066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is now 5:15pm and I am leaving, so much for getting out early. I dash over to Target and they have one pair of boots left in Abby's size....with no box and scratches on the front! Decisions decisions....I grab the boots figuring I can exchange them after Christmas but at least she can have them to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have it though I got to the second Target at 5:50pm and decide to check and see if I would have any better luck...they had them! Yeay! I was so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dashed home grabbed Josh and some presents and was off to my family party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-382210686806890029?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/382210686806890029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=382210686806890029&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/382210686806890029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/382210686806890029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-part-2.html' title='Christmas 2006, part 2.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZIGYpF20OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NvZkum7ga7A/s72-c/boots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-6606443667839955008</id><published>2006-12-26T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:55:15.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2006, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZH6JZF20KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Yl48CigKODg/s1600-h/cib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZH6JZF20KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Yl48CigKODg/s320/cib.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013062899501289634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas post.....lol. Well you plan and shop and cook for it and it's all over now. How was your Christmas everyone??? Mine? FUN! No fighting, or none that I remember so it couldn't have been that bad. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve Eve (Saturday) I got my first Christmas present. Me Josh and my BIL went out together to finish up our shopping. After we were done my BIL took us out for drinks and said it was his gift to us. So we ate drank and were merry. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this place called Cheeseburger in Paradise. I had never been there before, anyone ever heard of it? Well it was sooooo nice. It reminded me of Margaritaville in Vegas. And that's exactly what I had. Some of the best freaking margaritas EVER! It was a layered drink with all different flavors and it was sooo yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZH6O5F20LI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7ZH7gMfcCY4/s1600-h/drinks+at+cib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZH6O5F20LI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7ZH7gMfcCY4/s320/drinks+at+cib.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013062993990570162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we had some drinks and food we decided to go to the mall and shop some more. Now mind you I thought the mall closed at 11pm, but my BIL told me it was open till midnight. So we were on our way (it took all the drinks for me to get the guys to the mall). The mall is not far from where we were, maybe1/4 of a mile, not even I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we were walking to the car I said that we should walk. Of course the guys looked at me like I was nuts so I said fine I'd walk alone. It is now 10:45pm. What? It was a nice night and I was hot. They obviously didn't think I'd do it and went to the car. I did do it. lol. I half ran and half walked and by the time they wasted driving next to me and trying to get me in the car and messing around, and parking I caught up to them before the mall entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in the mall and it's now, 10:53pm and we find out it does in fact close at 11pm. But what the hell we're all a little extra happy from our drinks so we go off to our stores to be the annoying customers that walk in right before you pull the gate down. Yes I know I hate these customers. lol. 10 minutes later we are walking out with Jordon's sneakers, and my BIL bought a build a bear. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was going to go right through till the day after Christmas but this got kinda long so I'm just going to post it all it sections. So tune in for the rest in a bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-6606443667839955008?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/6606443667839955008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=6606443667839955008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6606443667839955008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/6606443667839955008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006-part-1.html' title='Christmas 2006, part 1'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RZH6JZF20KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Yl48CigKODg/s72-c/cib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1710757597542534676</id><published>2006-12-23T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T00:28:52.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'>LOL, a weird ending to my night.</title><content type='html'>Okay real quick let me share this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about a year now there has been a Walgreens right on my way home from work, like a minute from my house. Usually if I need anything, milk, girl stuff, anything, I'll make a pit stop after work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always the same guy at the register. He always remembers me and is very nice. Answering any questions I have etc. He has never hit on me and has always been polite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight I go in and ask if there are any sales on wrapping paper. So he goes to find out and then shows me where it all is. While I'm looking he comments that he likes my shoes (Steve madden slipper sequined type). I said thanks and he said that he thinks they look really good when girls where them. I just said that they were really comfy and I loved them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still at this point didn't think it was any more than polite conversation. But just as he was saying that another guy that worked there was leaving for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went about my business and while I was getting rung up he asked if I was done my shopping and I said how I was mostly done but my son was so hard. He's all 'Oh you have a kid?' and I said 'Yup, two my daughter is three and my son five.' Then went on and on about boys being difficult to shop for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL OBLIVIOUS TO ANY FLIRTATION. I must have been really tiered. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he's about done he says 'so are you with your boyfriend or something?' Me, all confused, 'excuse me?' him, 'are you with anyone?' me (glancing at my wedding ring and engagement ring on my LEFT ring finger) 'ummm, I'm married for 6 years now' him, 'oh your married?' me 'yup'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even though right there I can tell he was interested I still wasn't annoyed with him. Yeah it was a dumb question, I was wearing a wedding set, but he was very polite and not degrading at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang before he could say anymore and THIS shocked me. All I could hear was his side of the convo of course. This is how it went.&lt;br /&gt;"No I wasn't hitting on her."&lt;br /&gt;"I was paying her a compliment"&lt;br /&gt;"You got something to say about it come back here."&lt;br /&gt;"You waited till you left"&lt;br /&gt;"Mind your business"&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't hitting on her!"&lt;br /&gt;And then he hung up the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His co-worker called him back to ream him about complimenting me on my shoes! OMG I was dying. So I just said thanks Merry Christmas and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. So that was a nice way to finish off my night. Too funny. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1710757597542534676?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1710757597542534676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1710757597542534676&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1710757597542534676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1710757597542534676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/lol-weird-ending-to-my-night.html' title='LOL, a weird ending to my night.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-3597696604482236179</id><published>2006-12-22T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:30:14.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Almost time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYvzC5F20II/AAAAAAAAAHY/D1WLZYWcSI8/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYvzC5F20II/AAAAAAAAAHY/D1WLZYWcSI8/s400/christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011366241390481538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend posted this to me on my myspace page. lol. I thought it was pretty cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is getting closer. I have today and tomorrow to finish any last minute shopping. Just a few more things for the kids and we're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout you? Are you done or are you going to be out on Christmas Eve driving yourself nuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday kinda starts today. Josh is off of work, so I don't' have to do the kid thing all alone today. Weew, that is a break in and of itself. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, I don't have much to say this morning. So everyone have a great weekend. And a Merry Christmas if I don't talk to you again by then. Which I doubt very much will happen, cause I'm addicted. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-3597696604482236179?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/3597696604482236179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=3597696604482236179&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3597696604482236179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/3597696604482236179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/almost-time.html' title='Almost time....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYvzC5F20II/AAAAAAAAAHY/D1WLZYWcSI8/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-7973143900592594978</id><published>2006-12-21T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:18:38.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Happy, Mad, Happy, Mad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 32% Bipolar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoubipolarquiz/bipolar-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a pretty stable person. You may be a bit moody, but nothing out of what's normal.&lt;br /&gt;As long as your emotions aren't severe, you're totally in control!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoubipolarquiz/"&gt;Are You Bipolar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm bi-polar. No really I'm not kidding. Either that or certain people have way to much control over my moods. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was in a perfectly fine mood. Good day with the kids and no fights with Josh. I get to work and it's like it smacked me in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman I cannot stand was there, and just as I was clocking in I hear my boss tell her that if it's busy she can stay till 9pm. It is now 6pm and she was scheduled to leave at 7pm. Two more freaking hours. That pissed me off before I even got on the sales floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN....it wasn't even busy and she didn't leave. It is not busy if every time I go to greet a customer she jumps in before me so she is selling while I have my thumb up my ass. It is only busy if all the SCHEDUALED people are busy and there are still customers that need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how that is fair????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my boss must have seen my pissed off face so a customer of her's comes in and she has me help her. The woman was looking for a pair of $60 earrings, and was sooooooo picky and annoying. Meanwhile the woman I don't like sold a $2000 ring to a guy that walked in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me should I thank my boss for that? I sure as hell hope she doesn't hold her breath for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the minute my boss and the woman I don't' like left I was like a new person. It was me, my friend, and a new seasonal girl that I like. We delt with customers, laughed, had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it that one woman or am I bi-polar???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-7973143900592594978?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/7973143900592594978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=7973143900592594978&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7973143900592594978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/7973143900592594978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-i-think-im-bi-polar.html' title='Happy, Mad, Happy, Mad.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1797422274556051357</id><published>2006-12-20T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T15:27:27.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Just because....</title><content type='html'>....I loved my dress, hair, and veil. And wanted to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYmcZJF20HI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ibuwVX4fVb8/s1600-h/47b5cf27b3127cce954faf22582a00000015103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYmcZJF20HI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ibuwVX4fVb8/s400/47b5cf27b3127cce954faf22582a00000015103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010708016177533042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1797422274556051357?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1797422274556051357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1797422274556051357&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1797422274556051357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1797422274556051357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-because.html' title='Just because....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYmcZJF20HI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ibuwVX4fVb8/s72-c/47b5cf27b3127cce954faf22582a00000015103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-5397729128274888394</id><published>2006-12-20T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:38:06.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Favorite Photos...</title><content type='html'>This is my second post of the day, make sure you read my first too. I know I'm on a roll now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are just random pictures through the years that I love. There are others, but these are just out of the ones on my computer. Some are posing, some are candid, some we all look put together, some we look like we just woke up. Hell some we're sleeping in. Some are just plain old funny....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and the kids. 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlZb5F20EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XRTsHxwGq6A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlZb5F20EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XRTsHxwGq6A/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010634396143112258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Josh's prom. At Sea Side Beach. 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlXYpF20DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WuH4EfJ6-iM/s1600-h/47b5ce05b3127cce9493ed7de46100000015103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlXYpF20DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WuH4EfJ6-iM/s320/47b5ce05b3127cce9493ed7de46100000015103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010632141285281842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Abby. To cute, and funny. 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlZ65F20GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JhsQTlqQRL0/s1600-h/47b5cf09b3127cce95d23fa5feb100000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlZ65F20GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JhsQTlqQRL0/s320/47b5cf09b3127cce95d23fa5feb100000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010634928719056994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordon's first day of school. 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlXRZF20CI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kikGlMvnqAs/s1600-h/47b6d726b3127cce8cc80dc29df900000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlXRZF20CI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kikGlMvnqAs/s320/47b6d726b3127cce8cc80dc29df900000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010632016731230242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Golf. OC, Maryland. 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlZspF20FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0puRVcLxGIM/s1600-h/47b5ce05b3127cce9493dc6ba4f700000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlZspF20FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0puRVcLxGIM/s320/47b5ce05b3127cce9493dc6ba4f700000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010634683905921106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordon in his football gear. 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlXMpF20BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZF2b44ZKR4o/s1600-h/47b6d600b3127cce8c4cc01a130a00000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlXMpF20BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZF2b44ZKR4o/s320/47b6d600b3127cce8c4cc01a130a00000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010631935126851602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one REALLY asleep. lol, Abby took the picture. 2005 or 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlXGJF20AI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zegrAX2HeRQ/s1600-h/47b6d726b3127cce8cc80f739d4900000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlXGJF20AI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zegrAX2HeRQ/s320/47b6d726b3127cce8cc80f739d4900000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010631823457701890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween, Jordon and Abby. 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlXB5F2z_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HQwwSzhF5P8/s1600-h/47b6ce10b3127cce8e167be09c9500000026103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlXB5F2z_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HQwwSzhF5P8/s320/47b6ce10b3127cce8e167be09c9500000026103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010631750443257842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Jose, with all the kids. 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlW9ZF2z-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/idxgVHbJJ8E/s1600-h/47b6ce10b3127cce8e141feadc3500000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlW9ZF2z-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/idxgVHbJJ8E/s320/47b6ce10b3127cce8e141feadc3500000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010631673133846498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh's prom, I loved that dress. 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlW5pF2z9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WcIL-6djPR8/s1600-h/47b5ce05b3127cce9493ed71e46d00000015103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlW5pF2z9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WcIL-6djPR8/s320/47b5ce05b3127cce9493ed71e46d00000015103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010631608709337042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, youngest sister, and Abby. 2004 or 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlW15F2z8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cBIy7ps0hKU/s1600-h/47b6d726b3127cce8cc812a05c3c00000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlW15F2z8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/cBIy7ps0hKU/s320/47b6d726b3127cce8cc812a05c3c00000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010631544284827586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy windy day. My mom, sister Sarah, and the kids. 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlWxpF2z7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ib_BfSIs1RA/s1600-h/47b6ce10b3127cce8e141760dcbb00000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlWxpF2z7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ib_BfSIs1RA/s320/47b6ce10b3127cce8e141760dcbb00000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010631471270383538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean City Maryland, Vacation. Me and Abby. 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlWtpF2z6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YeEkRtEmvwM/s1600-h/47b5ce05b3127cce9493dc6225ce00000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlWtpF2z6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YeEkRtEmvwM/s320/47b5ce05b3127cce9493dc6225ce00000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010631402550906786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve family party. Josh, Jose, and other family members. 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlWo5F2z5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/mss2zJH_g0E/s1600-h/47b5cc05b3127cce964274c03db800000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlWo5F2z5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/mss2zJH_g0E/s320/47b5cc05b3127cce964274c03db800000016103AcuHDJqzY6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010631320946528146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before my wedding at my parents house. 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlWjZF2z4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/OYkeoNo6V8s/s1600-h/08-27-2005121450AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlWjZF2z4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/OYkeoNo6V8s/s320/08-27-2005121450AM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010631226457247618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more but I'll cut you all a break for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-5397729128274888394?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/5397729128274888394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=5397729128274888394&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5397729128274888394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/5397729128274888394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/favorite-photos.html' title='Favorite Photos...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlZb5F20EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XRTsHxwGq6A/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-793303026834727903</id><published>2006-12-20T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:38:44.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Am I being a total Bitch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlDPZF2z3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/L1jSJubCEfw/s1600-h/bitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlDPZF2z3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/L1jSJubCEfw/s320/bitch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010609992138936178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if I am being a total bitch here, which wouldn't be out of the norm, or if I'm justified it the way I feel about this. So what do I do? Come to you lovely readers for your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is. Every year at work we do a pollyanna and then we list three things on a sheet of paper in the back that we want. Our dollar amount to spend this year was $30 and if you went over you went over, but you spend the $30 at least. Personally I think it was a little high for a co-worker, but whatever, I still participated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll be honest I'm friends with the woman that put the pick bag together and had her rig it so I'd get my friends name that I had already planned on buying for so I didn't' have to buy for someone I didn't like. But that's besides the point. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somehow I got out of someone that the woman (little Indian Lady) I can't stand the most in the store got my name. Uggg! So I decided to be a bitch. Suprise suprise right? lol. Well on my list I put all detailed very specific things I wanted, and then wrote that I'd take a gift card to this one store for whatever the remaining amount of money was. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I was working with the woman that had my name and she took her break at 9:30 pm. When she came back she had a NY&amp;C bag (which is where I wanted stuff from) and just hands it to me. She says "Happy early Christmas". The other woman working looked at her and said "Your just giving it to her like that? Not wrapping it, or waiting for Christmas Eve when everyone else is exchanging?" and she responded saying "Well she is such a spoiled brat I know she want now" (I do know how to type out full sentences but I'm typing exactly the way she speaks in her broken English, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed, I really didn't care that I got it early. The purse I wanted was there, but the scarf I asked for was wrong. I wrote the exact name of the scarf I wanted and wrote Black or Red. I got the wrong named one in grey. But whatever, still not mad, I can exchange it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the part that got me mad. As she was walking away she said "Store has good sale. You get all that and it worth $50." So I'm already thinking oh shit what did she spend? So I said out loud "It doesn't matter what it's worth, it matters what you spent". She didn't reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the store that night to exchange the scarf and looked around. Guess what she spent? $22.47! Am I being totally horrible here or do I have a right to be pissed??? Everyone else is spending $30 on the person they got and she spends $22.47 on me???? That's just not right! She could have easily gotten me a little something in that same store to make up the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know if it were a friend of mine I wouldn't really care. It's the thought that counts and all that, right? But when it's a work pollyanna and everyone is supposed to spend the same amount and a woman I don't like and doesn't like me gets me AND jips me! I think I have reason to get bitchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think this is totally cute. lol. Had to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlCWJF2z2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qxStgAAZAaE/s1600-h/573.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlCWJF2z2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qxStgAAZAaE/s320/573.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010609008591425378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-793303026834727903?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/793303026834727903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=793303026834727903&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/793303026834727903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/793303026834727903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/am-i-being-total-bitch.html' title='Am I being a total Bitch?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYlDPZF2z3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/L1jSJubCEfw/s72-c/bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8621495040079110621</id><published>2006-12-18T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:20:34.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewelry'/><title type='text'>Diamonds....A Girls Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbKn5F2z1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gpUHhCeP9TM/s1600-h/000017200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbKn5F2z1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gpUHhCeP9TM/s200/000017200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009914422185348946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this ring! We sell it as an engagement ring but I told Josh I want it as a fashion ring for my right hand. lol. He thinks I'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR STYLE???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbDkZF2zwI/AAAAAAAAACg/wOBJ4Eu66_g/s1600-h/000014486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbDkZF2zwI/AAAAAAAAACg/wOBJ4Eu66_g/s320/000014486.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009906665474412290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all this work talk lately I've been thinking about one of my favorite topics.....engagement rings. That is one part of my job I love. I love helping people pick out the ring they love and will wear forever (or until they trade up, lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many choices to go with; yellow gold, white gold, platinum. Then you have side stones or solitaire. The shape of the diamond; brilliant, princess, emerald, marquise, heart, pear, oval. And all the hundreds of designs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you traditional or contemporary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYa7Z5F2zrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6k8ZnsjMdF0/s1600-h/000014622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYa7Z5F2zrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6k8ZnsjMdF0/s200/000014622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009897688992763570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like something out of the case or would you be the customer to have a custom made ring? Would you be satisfied with a 1ct. or smaller or would you need bigger? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about colored diamonds? They have pink, red, blue, yellow, and a ton of other colors. And I'm sure we've all heard of the three stone ring, past present future. Well they used to be just for anniversary rings, but now they are very popular as engagement rings too. What do you think?&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbETJF2zxI/AAAAAAAAACo/x1KlA51WfAQ/s1600-h/000014484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbETJF2zxI/AAAAAAAAACo/x1KlA51WfAQ/s320/000014484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009907468633296658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me personally? I'm on my second ring. My first ring I still have, and always will, but I got it when I was 17. At the time I knew nothing about diamond quality and unfortunately had a salesperson that didn't inform me at all and was just out for a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring was two trillion cut stones (triangle) with a baguette in between them to make it look like a big marquise. Then it had three baguettes and three small round stones on each side. It was yellow gold and the quality of the stones were not so good, nor was the cut. BIG difference from what I have now. lol.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYa7fJF2zsI/AAAAAAAAACA/kyMu4YgfiaQ/s1600-h/000014650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYa7fJF2zsI/AAAAAAAAACA/kyMu4YgfiaQ/s200/000014650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009897779187076802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentines Day Josh surprised me by going to my store when I wasn't there and asking my friend what ring I wanted so I got my new ring. It is white gold this time, has a 1 1/4 ct. pear cut stone in the center and has pave set diamonds on the mounting itself. I love it. And it was such a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a ring what does it look like? And lets have fun here, if you've got a ring what's your story? How did he propose? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some pieces I love and am posting just cause I can. lol. Oh I'm not going to re post it but I love the three stone princess ring with side stones. But here they are, what do YOU think of MY taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbFAZF2zyI/AAAAAAAAACw/7apw10eTyLw/s1600-h/000017242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbFAZF2zyI/AAAAAAAAACw/7apw10eTyLw/s200/000017242.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009908246022377250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbFKJF2zzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FYlvCP_FKCU/s1600-h/000017244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbFKJF2zzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FYlvCP_FKCU/s200/000017244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009908413526101810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the watch I will be getting soon. LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbFZpF2z0I/AAAAAAAAADA/1rV7CXYGzRQ/s1600-h/mop+dia+bulova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbFZpF2z0I/AAAAAAAAADA/1rV7CXYGzRQ/s200/mop+dia+bulova.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009908679814074178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8621495040079110621?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8621495040079110621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8621495040079110621&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8621495040079110621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8621495040079110621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/diamondsa-girls-best-friend.html' title='Diamonds....A Girls Best Friend'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYbKn5F2z1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gpUHhCeP9TM/s72-c/000017200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-2027712719808409822</id><published>2006-12-18T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:32:56.322-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>11 hours!</title><content type='html'>That is how long I worked today. Is that freaking crazy or what? I went in at 12pm and didn't get out till after 11pm. It is Sunday, there is no reason the mall should be open that late. And it wasn't even busy in the least bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I finished (mostly) our Christmas shopping this weekend. I just have to get Abby a pair of earrings, and boots, and Jordon a Jacket, pants and shirt. And Jordon might get one more toy. Oh and my BIL, but he's just getting a gift card. So how bout all of you? Finished up? Just starting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is short but hey it is 12:30 in the morning! Cut a girl some slack. I'll try and get some more up later. I have work stories, and you'll just all have to deal with it till after the holidays. Cause I'm sure to have more and more till Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-2027712719808409822?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/2027712719808409822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=2027712719808409822&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2027712719808409822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2027712719808409822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/11-hours.html' title='11 hours!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-1357152955028776946</id><published>2006-12-14T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:43:38.034-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>I've been tagged (again): My Favorite Christmas Songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYDv2qVwVpI/AAAAAAAAABI/rllRokP9Fz4/s1600-h/christmas-songs003-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYDv2qVwVpI/AAAAAAAAABI/rllRokP9Fz4/s200/christmas-songs003-1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008266507993503378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 5 favorite Christmas songs are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;em&gt;Same Old Lang Syne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;em&gt;All I Want for Christmas is You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;em&gt;Santa Baby&lt;/em&gt; or maybe it's called &lt;em&gt;Hey Santa&lt;/em&gt;. The one with the girl singing and asking Santa for all the presents, like a diamond bracelet and a car. lol.&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;em&gt;Winter Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)The one that says, &lt;em&gt;I hear those sleigh bells ringin' and ting ting tinglin' too&lt;/em&gt;? Whatever song that is, I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I could have six songs the last would be &lt;em&gt;Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rules: List your 5 favorite Christmas songs. Then choose five people to tag and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: &lt;a href="http://charm-school-reject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charmed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=" http://drakecyanide.blogspot.com/"&gt;Drake&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=" http://lovinlaughinlivin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cece&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href=" http://perkypirate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Season&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the lyrics to my favorite song. I swear I wait every year for this song to come on the radio. It always makes me sad. But before you read them let me just say that in the past year and now I have never been able to figure out what the title of teh song was. Even when the DJ announced it I couldn't grasp what he was saying because of the last two words, Lang Syne? What the hell is that? Can anyone tell me what those words mean, and what they have to do with the song? But whatever, I love the song! So here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same Old Lang Syne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dan Fogelberg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Met my old lover in the grocery store,&lt;br /&gt;The snow was falling Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;I stole behind her in the frozen foods,&lt;br /&gt;And I touched her on the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't recognize the face at first,&lt;br /&gt;But then her eyes flew open wide.&lt;br /&gt;She went to hug me and she spilled her purse,&lt;br /&gt;And we laughed until we cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took her groceries to the checkout stand,&lt;br /&gt;The food was totalled up and bagged.&lt;br /&gt;We stood there lost in our embarrassment,&lt;br /&gt;As the conversation dragged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have ourselves a drink or two,&lt;br /&gt;But couldn't find an open bar.&lt;br /&gt;We bought a six-pack at the liquor store,&lt;br /&gt;And we drank it in her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank a toast to innocence,&lt;br /&gt;We drank a toast to now.&lt;br /&gt;And tried to reach beyond the emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;But neither one knew how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she'd married her an architect,&lt;br /&gt;Who kept her warm and safe and dry,&lt;br /&gt;She would have liked to say she loved the man,&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't like to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said the years had been a friend to her,&lt;br /&gt;And that her eyes were still as blue.&lt;br /&gt;But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw,&lt;br /&gt;Doubt or gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she saw me in the record stores,&lt;br /&gt;And that I must be doing well.&lt;br /&gt;I said the audience was heavenly,&lt;br /&gt;But the traveling was hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank a toast to innocence,&lt;br /&gt;We drank a toast to now.&lt;br /&gt;And tried to reach beyond the emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;But neither one knew how.&lt;br /&gt;We drank a toast to innocence,&lt;br /&gt;We drank a toast to time.&lt;br /&gt;Reliving in our eloquence,&lt;br /&gt;Another 'auld lang syne'......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beer was empty and our tongues were tired,&lt;br /&gt;And running out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;She gave a kiss to me as I got out,&lt;br /&gt;And I watched her drive away.&lt;br /&gt;Just for a moment I was back at school,&lt;br /&gt;And felt that old familiar pain .........&lt;br /&gt;And as I turned to make my way back home,&lt;br /&gt;The snow turned into rain ..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-1357152955028776946?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/1357152955028776946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=1357152955028776946&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1357152955028776946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/1357152955028776946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-favorite-christmas-songs-ive-been.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged (again): My Favorite Christmas Songs...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RYDv2qVwVpI/AAAAAAAAABI/rllRokP9Fz4/s72-c/christmas-songs003-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-8942383983018367695</id><published>2006-12-12T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:53:02.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>I'm outing him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RX60JVz4QvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Hs1qQj6SCXk/s1600-h/menprob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RX60JVz4QvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Hs1qQj6SCXk/s200/menprob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007637908249133810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure by now most everyone that comes to my blog has read my Crazy Dream post, if not click on it to see. Anyway, I've gotten a lot of responses for that blog. And one person posted the following, but left their name as Anon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it means you should have sex with your husband as often and creatively as possible. Oh and as for the gay thing w/ the women at the end, maybe it means you want to have an experience with another woman. I'm sure your husband would enjoy being there as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:01 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jazz said... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anon,&lt;br /&gt;My husband would say he'd love that but in reality? I don't think so. ha ha. And who are you? Why is is anon? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:56 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anonymous said... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't think so? Why? Is there a problem with him? LOL. I just think that with this type of dream, the meaning suggests that you should please your husband as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to type my name b/c I've had some issues in the past w/ stalkers. I'll stay anon for now, no offense. :-) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now first let me say my response to Anon was in regardless to having an experience with a woman. Anon obviously took it to be in response to having a lot of sex with my husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now that we've got this all out of the way let me tell you another little story......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my husband comes home from work and is up on the computer, I'm downstairs ironing my shirt for work. I hear him typing away and then he starts to laugh. I have no idea what made it click but right at that moment I knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yell up at him "OMG it's you! Your Anonymous." Of course he's all "What? What are you talking about? I don't even read your blog" Needless to say after about 5 min of pretending he didn't know what I was talking about he admitted it was him. lol. He's such a dork. A cutie dork though. Gotta love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is I'm outing my Husband. He's the one that's been posting on my blog as anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-8942383983018367695?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/8942383983018367695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=8942383983018367695&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8942383983018367695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/8942383983018367695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-outing-him.html' title='I&apos;m outing him...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RX60JVz4QvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Hs1qQj6SCXk/s72-c/menprob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-2521384545404132800</id><published>2006-12-10T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:28:19.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Dear Holiday Shoppers,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RXzJVoZxQ1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zQrYg6aIXVc/s1600-h/PIC00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RXzJVoZxQ1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zQrYg6aIXVc/s320/PIC00017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007098259189089106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a jewelery store, we sell high end merchandise (for the most part). Do not come in and ask if we sell baby phat earrings, or name plates, or engagement rings with your names on the OUTSIDE of the ring, or spinning rings. If that is what you are looking for go to the corner of any major city and ask the guy standing on the corner wearing the trench coat, he'll be able to help you I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not come into the store on the weekend we are having a three day sale that features a 1 cttw ring for $199 and wonder why there are inclusions in the diamonds. IT IS A HUNDRED AND NINTY NINE DOLLARS FOR ONE CARAT OF DIAMONDS, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not come in to the store and huff and puff for 20 min while nobody is available to help you cause we're all with other customers and then when someone is available to you ask us to clean your jewelry. It is Christmas time. CLEAN YOUR OWN DAMN JEWELERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask when I am ringing up your $1,000 sale or more if we have a box and if you can have one. Do you really think I am going to ring you up then just drop your purchase in your hands with no box??? Are you really that dumb????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT come into the store spend an hour of my time looking at merchandise, get my card with all the information on it for the piece you want, then come back when I am not there and not show my card and there for screw me out of a sale. Have some freaking common sense! I work off commission, how rude is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RXzJZoZxQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/DyP0UMHjZGg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RXzJZoZxQ2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/DyP0UMHjZGg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007098327908565858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please do not ask every time I take a piece of jewelry out if the "white" stones are diamonds! YES YES they are! We do not sell fake diamonds, any "white" stones are going to be diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask if you need any help don't say "No" and the second I turn around say "Oh but I do have a question...." Let me explain something, if you have a question that essentially means you do in fact need my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked in Jewelry for 4 years now. Please don't come in and try to act like you know exactly what you are talking about meanwhile mispronounce every damn word out of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I say the price is 1999 why would you assume that I am saying $19.99???? You are looking at DIAMONDS!!!! Do you really think that is what I am saying? Lets try again....$1,999.00. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come in on Christmas Eve two hours before we close look around for a half hour then say you are just looking! Do you know what day it is????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your sales person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-2521384545404132800?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/2521384545404132800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=2521384545404132800&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2521384545404132800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/2521384545404132800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-holiday-shoppers.html' title='Dear Holiday Shoppers,'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r0NDDTawFrk/RXzJVoZxQ1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zQrYg6aIXVc/s72-c/PIC00017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-116564143186489426</id><published>2006-12-09T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:19:30.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Just a small little post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1559/2733/1600/809631/after%20a%20night%20out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1559/2733/320/643471/after%20a%20night%20out.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I was her! I just got home from work about a half hour ago....I'm about to go to bed, it is 12:12am. I have to be at work at 6:15am.....that means I get to wake up by 5:15am. What is that? A total of 5 hours of sleep? Should this be allowed??? HELP! All I have to say is someone better come into the store at 7am and drop a couple grand to make it all worth my while. Send me all your good thoughts tomorrow. Cause when I get done work at 1pm I get to go shopping with my 5 year old for a birthday gift for a party he has to go to (one one sat. one on sun.) and then I have to take him to the party 3-5 come home get ready for a Christmas party that starts at 8pm, come home God knows when and do it all over again on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-116564143186489426?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/116564143186489426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=116564143186489426&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/116564143186489426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/116564143186489426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-small-little-post.html' title='Just a small little post...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-116552755264092757</id><published>2006-12-08T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:14:54.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>The weirdest dream ever.....</title><content type='html'>I had a crazy dream last night. I actually wasn't going to tell anyone about it but then I figure what the hell why not? Right? So here it is and don't think I'm a kook cause I can't control what I dream. &lt;br /&gt;I only remember some of it, not really what anyone was saying but more or less what was happening. &lt;br /&gt;I was at a college dorm and in a room with three guys, one I know just from saying hi to at the mall (I think he's gay), another is a guy I know very well that I know is gay, and the other was a guy that the guy I know knows and is gay. I know confusing right? Well it ended up being this big orgy, the guy I knew though never came near me (thank God that would have been way to weird), but the other guys did. And it was weird cause they were all gay and they didn't want to be with me cause I was a girl but they said they were just going to not think about it. I have no clue as to why I would want to be with a gay guy. But anyway sometime during/after this I walked down the hall and went into this other room that my sister was in and she was making this big picture collage and we just chatted like we were both having this grand old time. She had no idea about what had happened with the guys and then I left and when I went back into the room where the guys were they had all gone to the bathroom to shower and there was a naked girl in the bed that I had never seen before. She looked at me and smiled and said to make sure I called her and winked then gave me her number and I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;So any insite here? What the hell is all that? And the weird thing is that even though I know I had sex in the dream, it wasn't like a sex dream there were no details. Just the fact that I saw naked people and I know what happened but I don't remember dreaming about any feelings associated with it. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know. What do you all think? My first dream with any gay people in it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and after I told Josh about it, he was like "What??? It ended right when there was another girl in bed wanting you??? I am so picking up where you left off in my dreams tonight." LMAO! Men, he cracks me up sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-116552755264092757?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/116552755264092757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=116552755264092757&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/116552755264092757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/116552755264092757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/weirdest-dream-ever.html' title='The weirdest dream ever.....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-116498935540519285</id><published>2006-12-07T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:20:48.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>What have I done? What have I done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/nikki28/goodinbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/nikki28/goodinbed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on &lt;a href="http://peachmargarita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Izzy's&lt;/a&gt; blog and decided to steal it.....If you want to do it too just copy and past the list and highlinght the things you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are mine:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Said “I love you” and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;67. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Raised children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Broken someone’s heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;br /&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79 out of 150 not to shabby huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26110605-116498935540519285?l=andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/feeds/116498935540519285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26110605&amp;postID=116498935540519285&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/116498935540519285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26110605/posts/default/116498935540519285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andallthatjazz06.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-have-i-done-what-have-i-done.html' title='What have I done? What have I done?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03010810270351678965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26110605.post-116526764375005436</id><published>2006-12-04T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:22:15.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stealing from Zeek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/ypatHWIqVgs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ypatHWIqVgs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG Ross has me rolling I love him so much. So to keep my blog from sitting without a post I'm also going to post a vidio of Ross. This is him visiting a bunch of firefighters. 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