<?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-36255900</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:22:34.694-04:00</updated><category term='Voodoo'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='recycling'/><category term='drive'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='costco'/><category term='no school'/><category term='SnowShoe'/><category term='Mickey'/><category term='school'/><category term='Culpepper'/><category term='flashcards'/><category term='teachings'/><category term='FOOTBALLL'/><category term='survive'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='15'/><category term='odd'/><category term='Bryant'/><category term='82'/><category term='78'/><category term='biospy'/><category term='work'/><category term='Blue balls and dogs...'/><title type='text'>Mother to a Teenage Drama King...</title><subtitle type='html'>I thought that the hard part of parenting was over.  The diapers, the teaching values, instilling the important parts of life.  Needless to say I am still teaching, and sometimes also learning</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-3441927429681379592</id><published>2009-08-30T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:21:33.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The King has gotten another job!</title><content type='html'>Not sure if anyone even reads here any more, but I want to keep this active since I do not have time to scrap book anymore and he will never let me take his picture.  I have no idea where he gets this from *blink blink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quit his job at Shoppers and within a week had another job.  At the Spirit Halloween store here in the area.  Its pretty cool and he is having a good time, right now they are painting and unloading boxes.  He has been working lots of hours and I sure hope he is not dissapointed once again when he sees his paycheck.  I cannot believe that people can be out there making it on hourly wage.  There is no way you can support yourself let alone a fmaily with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-3441927429681379592?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3441927429681379592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=3441927429681379592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/3441927429681379592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/3441927429681379592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/08/king-has-gotten-another-job.html' title='The King has gotten another job!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-1902574523787109051</id><published>2009-06-28T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:26:54.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to the troubles of a teen</title><content type='html'>So the King is working, only a few days a week, and they are taking taxes out and he is very unhappy with the American Way.  Last summer he was working almost everyday and making about 70 bucks under the table.   Now he makes about 26 bucks a day.  He wants to quit, but I wont let him until he gets another job.  He thinks I am mean.  I give him money to go see Transformers II, The Hangover, and I give him money during the week for other things, all the while only asking for him to mow the yards, take out the garbage and clean his bathroom.  The bathroom is the only thing I really demand that he does every other day.  So I am definately mean, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is only 16 years old, and he has had so many more experiences than I have.  He golfs with Brian and I.  He travels all over Virginia playing in pool tournaments.  His curfew is 11 pm on the weekends.  He can have people over at the house at almost any time. I am such the cool mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some teenagers lock themselves in their room for days at a time.  I am pretty lucky with that.  King will come down and hang out with me, of course when it is suitable for him.  But still, he will talk to me about everything except if he is dating someone.  I hope that he is careful and that is all I can say to him.  We still laugh all of the time, well with the exception of when I am yelling at him and trying to teach him to be an adult.  He wants so bad for me to treat him like an adult, not a child, but he is not ready for that.  He doesn't have too much common sense, unlike me.  I could live on my own at his age, I know for a fact he would not survive.  he still looks through a single lens instead of soaking in the entire concept and acting upon the correct way instead of what he wants to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I am more of a parent now, than when he was little.  it is such the never ending job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-1902574523787109051?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1902574523787109051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=1902574523787109051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1902574523787109051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1902574523787109051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-to-troubles-of-teen.html' title='Update to the troubles of a teen'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6402652870276525125</id><published>2009-04-01T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:31:29.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up still</title><content type='html'>OMG well he has a car now, only 4 more payments of 100 bucks for him, and he has an interview tomorrow at Nulls Nursery.  I cannot believe this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6402652870276525125?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6402652870276525125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6402652870276525125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6402652870276525125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6402652870276525125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/04/growing-up-still.html' title='Growing up still'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-7029759286192169948</id><published>2009-02-07T16:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:56:06.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B and P do not mix well</title><content type='html'>Okay so we all know he is a teenager.  But what I am going to focus on today is Bryant and Pool do not mix.  It is never his fault, even if he is playing singles he still finds fault with everything else besides him.  I am amazed to listen to him bitch and complain about the person he is playing with or against and it is a shame to have a son who cannot find fault within himself, but good also to know that I have raised a person who can go through life without always blaming himself for everything that goes on in life, relationship and work. Although I think that he will have a hard dose of reality soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-7029759286192169948?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7029759286192169948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=7029759286192169948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7029759286192169948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7029759286192169948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-and-p-do-not-mix-well.html' title='B and P do not mix well'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-5125626785025867664</id><published>2009-01-28T14:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:40:16.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been thinking and therefore.. I am</title><content type='html'>NO seriously I have been thinking.. I swear!  Now, what was I thinking about??? It's around here on a post it somewhere... oh yes... next to the purple boa and my party hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 39 years old.  I will be 40 on October 21st of this year.  I have loved my thirties and cannot wait to start my 40's.  I have decided that I am going to cronicle the changes in the next few years in, yes you guessed it, a blog.  I would love it if you come over and visit.  I plan to have hilarious and down to earth conversations with myself (dont we all?).  Please book mark my new blog and come over and visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lotsofyears.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lotsofyears.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-5125626785025867664?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5125626785025867664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=5125626785025867664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5125626785025867664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5125626785025867664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-been-thinking-and-therefore-i-am.html' title='I have been thinking and therefore.. I am'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-310036662277727693</id><published>2009-01-27T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:35:48.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Comfort food</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tater tot casserole.... I make mine different and I thought I would share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 lb ground beef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 package frozen corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;minced onion fresh or dried, I used dried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 8 oz sour cream (light works fine also)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can of cream of mushroom soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 bag of tater tots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Velvetta ( half of a large loaf or enough to cover your tater tots)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cheddar cheese grated .. for taste... can also be fat free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;OKay so I have been manipulating a reciepe I found and I finally got it down..cook 1 lb ground beef, drain and rinse off fat. Add sour cream, onion, corn and cream of mushroom soup. mix and keep on medium heat while prepping the casserole dish. dont use a 13x9 pan, takes too much cheese to cover up. I used the large corning wear casserole dish.. maybe a 8 x 6?? on the bottom I put half a bag of tater tots. Then I placed sliced velvetta cheese over it.. do not make the slices too large becuase then the dish will be too salty. Then pour the ground beef mixture over the tatertots and velvetta. The you want to put the rest of the tater tots on the top, and bake at 350 for an hour. When there is 15 minutes left, add the shredded cheese to the top if you want. OMG it was the best tater tot casserole I have made, and I have been making this every month trying to make the perfect one. I added a bit of pepper to it. and omg it was gooooooood!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296151834853970738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SX-2CJkBEzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SFuWVqEVXmo/s320/new+camera+pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-310036662277727693?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/310036662277727693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=310036662277727693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/310036662277727693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/310036662277727693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/tater-tot-casserole.html' title='Total Comfort food'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SX-2CJkBEzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SFuWVqEVXmo/s72-c/new+camera+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6566657814443707634</id><published>2009-01-25T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:38:54.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Hmm, dont really want to go into detail here about the idiot I became last night, but I had to swallow my pride and go to apologize to my son for going off on him last night, and when he said its alright, I said no it is not, and that I cannot take what he says so personally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a breakfast of champions.. eggs bacon and sausage and pancakes.. yummo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6566657814443707634?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6566657814443707634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6566657814443707634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6566657814443707634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6566657814443707634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-5176005399489593198</id><published>2009-01-24T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:23:09.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turbulent times</title><content type='html'>Yes, even I get frustrated to the point of disgust with my son.  Yesterday he comes home from school, I worked from home so I was there when he saunters in and grunts at me.... grunts WTF??  I ask him how his day was and another grunt.  I was losing my patience with him.  I then ask him what is wrong, and he says nothing really snotty.  (Okay if that was me, my mother would have beat me into next week.. anyways)  So then he goes into the kitchen looking for food and telling me he was going to walk over to the sub shop.  I think not I tell him, I just spent 200 bucks on food and there is dinner in the crock pot.  He gets all moody but I am hungry now, I did not eat lunch.  Okay is that my fault?  nope!  SO then I say well I gave you money to eat at school and I am not going to waste money that we do not have to satisfy your sub craving, go make a sandwhich.  OMG he says... OMG i think I am really going to slap him silly.  Then I give him a list of options, only to hear OMG I dont want to cook.  LOL I say welcome to my life.  So then he stomps upstairs with a muffin, and disappears into the abyss.  I ask him if he still wants to go to the store to get thie hoodie I told him I would get for him if he waited till I got paid.  He says yes give me a minute.  so then he comes downstairs and I am about ready to tell him to take his butt to bed till he can act human.  We get in the car, and suddenly I let loose telling him how he is taking me for granted and that he needs to be nicer to me if he expects me to take him around town, on my gas, in my car and spending my hard earned money on him.  INSTANT 180 turn then.  We talk and resolve issues from earlier, and 5 minutes later he has me laughing, he is also laughing.  Sometimes I wish he didn't have to go to public school.  13 years later he still comes home with an attitude that I have to take with a grain of salt until it subsides.  I would love to homeschool him, there is so much out there that he could be learning that would do him more justice that just learning what is going to be on the state tests at the end of the year.  He also would not have all of the peer pressure that he is dealing with.  He is a cute kid, has lots of friends, and knows right from wrong... but there is still a pressure to keep that status and remain in some control over himself.  I am glad I am not his age now, and I try to tell him that his friends aren't going to be paying his rent or supporting his family when he gets older and he needs to worry about himself.  It's so hard.  But of course I am ready for battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.  I am going to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-5176005399489593198?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5176005399489593198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=5176005399489593198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5176005399489593198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5176005399489593198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/turbulent-times.html' title='Turbulent times'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-5681443126375006551</id><published>2009-01-22T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:25:50.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children are spoiled</title><content type='html'>Yes, that they are.  I get a phone call from my next door neighbor at work, saying that my son forgot his keys.  He was allowed to stay inside her house, and she was willing to drive him to another friends house so he did not have to sit out in the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with this picture?  When i was a child, and I forgot my keys I had to sit outside in whatever weather was there and wait for a parent to come home.  I was not allowed to go to the neighbors, since their life was much busier than mine and they just cannot be bothered.  That was part my mothers fault though, I was convinced I was a nuisince to all around me.  So, I would have to wait.  And gosh forbid I had to use the bathroom, oh well... I had to wait.  Think I forgot my keys again?? I think not!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He should consider himself lucky to have neighbors like that and also a mom like me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-5681443126375006551?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5681443126375006551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=5681443126375006551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5681443126375006551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5681443126375006551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/children-are-spoiled.html' title='Children are spoiled'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-8821641927742065075</id><published>2009-01-20T09:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:17:49.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1-20-09</title><content type='html'>Today we will have a new President. He delivered a message on unity and hope which put him in the place where he is today. He is what they are calling, "a politician of the moment". President Elect Barack Obama will be our 44th President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You would think that with an entrance like the one that I just made, I voted for him. Well, I did not vote for him.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This day, I will be able to tell my grandchildren about, how finally after so many years, that we as Americans, can see past color and vote for an multi ethnic individual to be the leader of our country. This in itself is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1.2 million for LBJ on 1965 is the largest crowd for an inauguration. I think today that record will be beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove into DC yesterday and the amount of people there just walking around was gratifying, that we as Americans support our government this much that we would subject ourselves by walking around in the cold windy air and surround ourselves in a moment that our childrens children will be reading about in textbooks. Civics and Government classes are going to take on a new twist in the role of how our nation is growing and how we have overcome so many obstacles. I am proud right now to be an American.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know that he is not going to be able to solve everything overnight. The changes that he wants will take time, it will take time to fix things that are indeed fixable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-8821641927742065075?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8821641927742065075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=8821641927742065075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8821641927742065075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8821641927742065075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-20-09.html' title='1-20-09'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-3737955515539595012</id><published>2009-01-17T15:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:22:22.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My lastpost disappeared!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have another fire going today, and relaxing watching tv. I do not get to do this often so I am enjoying it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryant came home from school yesterday and wanted to cook. I was making cranberry bread and he wanted to make some box muffins. I let him. He is pretty good at cooking I taught him well!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292360537886530914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SXI93nwFnWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Snjtm1sZPY8/s320/bryantcooking2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-3737955515539595012?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3737955515539595012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=3737955515539595012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/3737955515539595012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/3737955515539595012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-lastpost-disappeared.html' title='My lastpost disappeared!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SXI93nwFnWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Snjtm1sZPY8/s72-c/bryantcooking2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-5306027470086436467</id><published>2009-01-17T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:17:45.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost to 100 posts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-5306027470086436467?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5306027470086436467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=5306027470086436467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5306027470086436467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5306027470086436467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-to-100-posts.html' title='Almost to 100 posts...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2609029401500106753</id><published>2009-01-16T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:57:27.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby it is cold outside</title><content type='html'>And supposed to be colder tomorrow.  I went and bought some firewood and eggs.  Firewood for the fireplace and eggs for all the bread and muffins that I am going to bake today in order to keep the house warm and fuzzy.  I do not want to go to the bathroom cuz the seat is sooo cold. OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a fire and it looks sooo pretty.  I am addicted for some reason to Gilmore Girls and have been recording daily episodes.  Odd for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I am going in different directions today as you can tell from the entry for today.  I want to go for a walk but it is too cold... I already did my situp regime.  I am getting ready to bake muffins.. . I have a candle burning... and thats about it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2609029401500106753?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2609029401500106753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2609029401500106753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2609029401500106753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2609029401500106753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-it-is-cold-outside.html' title='Baby it is cold outside'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2052200844433036615</id><published>2009-01-14T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:30:33.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>OMG it has been so cold here.  Not as cold as other parts of the country, but cold enough to make me want sunny San Deigo.  Did I mention San Diego?  I cannot wait to go.  I get out of Virginia in 16 days, and am in Torrey Pines for a glorious 6 day stint.  I cannot wait.  Did I mention that also, that I cannot wait to go?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched my tivo shows this morning, and the Biggest Loser is very different this season, and I am enjoying it.  I cannot believe all of that work that they have done that some of them only lost 1-2 pounds.  The lady that I wanted to get kicked off the show did not, I feel that she is not trying hard enough, there are a million people that would give anything to be on that show and she is just throwing it away.  She should have just taken that money and left.  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit ups are increasing and every other day that I do them I do more and more.  It is exciting, even if it is just 1 extra sit up or push up that I am able to do.  I got very discouraged with the push ups and put that one on the side for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryant - I met with his teachers and they all have positive things to say and he should consider himself lucky with the teachers that he has, because they all love him and would love him even more if he would turn in his homeowrk every day.  So we started a regime at home and hopefully he and I will stick to it.  He came up with the idea as I was yelling at him on the phone and threatening to take away everything that is electric in his room.  He jumped in real quick when i mentioned no car, with "mom, i will start studying for 90 minutes each day. Then I asked him to do the homework when I got home and in the same room (living room) so I could watch him.  And that is how we compromised.  He hates homework so I have to compromise some how, unless I want to take out a second mortgage and send him to some center like sylvan or huntington.  We went in for the initial test to get some tutoring and by the time we walked out they wanted us to take out a loan on our house.. I am thinking... umm no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the dog this weekend, she comes tonight and stays til Sunday.  *Smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2052200844433036615?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2052200844433036615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2052200844433036615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2052200844433036615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2052200844433036615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-5641106784953417755</id><published>2009-01-11T20:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:16:50.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I wake you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SWqZ-fuIZaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/no3VBLMMhRE/s1600-h/new+camera+pics+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290210011245995426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SWqZ-fuIZaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/no3VBLMMhRE/s320/new+camera+pics+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-5641106784953417755?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5641106784953417755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=5641106784953417755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5641106784953417755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5641106784953417755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-i-wake-you.html' title='Did I wake you?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SWqZ-fuIZaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/no3VBLMMhRE/s72-c/new+camera+pics+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6315523434181947402</id><published>2009-01-11T19:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:48:11.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning productiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was before.... I would never work in the kitchen because it was not "user friendly" so Friday night I reorged everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290201911617389282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SWqSnCQMAuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4bEaGfV1coE/s320/new+camera+pics+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFTER...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290202194851651314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SWqS3hYf3vI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4oDyom4KU7E/s320/new+camera+pics+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290202362289085938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SWqTBRIsXfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1mZueJcG_QA/s320/new+camera+pics+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jessiebeans/pic/0002q7w9/" _fcksavedurl="http://pics.livejournal.com/jessiebeans/pic/0002q7w9/" _fckxhtmljob="260"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6315523434181947402?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6315523434181947402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6315523434181947402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6315523434181947402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6315523434181947402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/cleaning-productiveness.html' title='Cleaning productiveness'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/SWqSnCQMAuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4bEaGfV1coE/s72-c/new+camera+pics+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2859339500784287185</id><published>2009-01-11T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:43:04.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chargers are done for the year</title><content type='html'>Such a shame, I am watching the game now, and I don't think that San Diego will be going any further.  I was hoping for a win.  They made plenty of mistakes, so we shall see what Nervous Norv is going to be doing for the next season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2859339500784287185?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2859339500784287185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2859339500784287185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2859339500784287185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2859339500784287185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/chargers-are-done-for-year.html' title='Chargers are done for the year'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2876043936045935737</id><published>2009-01-09T17:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:24:42.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night lights</title><content type='html'>I have been taking pictures of the moon all day... and forgot a series at sunset.. damn. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am supposed to be cleaning and reorganizing the kitchen.  Instead I am here LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2876043936045935737?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2876043936045935737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2876043936045935737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2876043936045935737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2876043936045935737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-night-lights.html' title='Friday night lights'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2743767746068774309</id><published>2009-01-09T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:22:06.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy News</title><content type='html'>The friend of mine who had the double mascetomy just found out that she is now cancer free and does not need chemo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2743767746068774309?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2743767746068774309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2743767746068774309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2743767746068774309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2743767746068774309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-news.html' title='Happy News'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6628483112191765798</id><published>2009-01-04T19:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:03:02.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is so hard to get the kiddo ready for school after 2 weeks off.  I have a parent teacher conference on Friday in one of his classes, should be interesting.  I will be extremely pleased with what she has to say to me as Bryant will be sitting next to me in the meeting, so if he has any problems with what she has to say, he can bring them up there, and if he doesnt have anything to say, I basically do not want him to utter another word about this teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6628483112191765798?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6628483112191765798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6628483112191765798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6628483112191765798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6628483112191765798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-so-hard-to-get-kiddo-ready-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-9139324437672042456</id><published>2008-12-29T10:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:23:41.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Past</title><content type='html'>With times as tight as they are becoming now, I am remembering Christmases in my past that were very short and nothing was under the tree.  It brings to light the person that I have become and why the holidays are so important to me.  One christmas we had was because of the Salvation Army, who allowed me to pick out a few gifts while they gave my mother a food basket. One Christmas - was grand, because credit cards found their way into my mothers hands.  Later on, it would curse us as she would file for bankruptcy. One Christmas there was nothing but a small tree, my mother choose to drink our chirstmas fund.  Our Christmases never were really spectacular.  When I started working, they turned out better, but not by much.  As I grew older I never really got the feeling of Christmas, I felt like I was a pawn in some monsterous game and that some day it would be true that the Holidays are just for rich people.  I only had 15 Christmases with my mother, I moved out and became emancipated when I turned 16.  Christmases were better, alot better.  I would spend the holidays with one of my teachers family, and just the feeling in the house was amazing.  I only received practical gifts, which was fine, from people that did not even really know me, but welcomed me into their house, and with open arms allowed me to feast on their wealth of family.  That feeling was so overpowering, like the feeling a person gets from their first hit of acid, or herion,  you never forget that feeling.  I try to copy it every year, and the feeling I create, though good, is not the same as I felt when I was with this family, until this week.  I am a member of a Moose Lodge.  We do alot of drinking, playing pool, picnics, and road trips.  We also do functions and make money for our lodge(men) and chapter (women).  This year, I am the head honchette of the women.  I dont know what this means except that I am utterly busy and have no time for myself during the busy periods.  I was blessed this year, by a wonderful board and my chairman are the best chairmen I think that we have had in a long time.  Anyways, I am getting off track here. The chapter raises money for the children at Mooseheart and we also raise money for in house events.  This Christmas we recieved many donations of food and money to give to needy people in our area.  We have always helped when we could, and this year being no different we picked 4 families to give to.  One of our members, has a neighbor who is married with two children.  These children are amazing, so full of grace and heartfelt wonder to them that you dont want to break their hearts or spirit at christmas.  The husband is an E4 living in DC and his wife is a stay at home mother who takes care of her children and makes sure that there is a nutritious dinner on the table each and every night.  I have met her a few times, and when you see her you know there is nothing in her heart except friendliness and love towards her family and I know that she is making that ultimate decision of whether to pay a bill or to buy a gift for her children for Christmas morning.  The chapter agreed that we would give her a monetary donation as well as a food basket filled with food, not just for Christmas dinner but for all days.  We also, decided amoungst ourselves that we would take up a donation and buy a gift card for the children so they could have presents.  Our little group collected 100 bucks in 10 mimutes for this family.   This is what Christmas is all about, and when everyone was putting dollars into a bucket that night, that was when I had that same overpowering feeling I had when I felt the warmth and love from people I did not know. I learned that the feeling does come back... when you are ready to let it in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-9139324437672042456?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9139324437672042456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=9139324437672042456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/9139324437672042456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/9139324437672042456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-past.html' title='Christmas Past'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-909885747538259599</id><published>2008-12-27T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:10:01.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the next couple of days, I'm going to get all introspective on you and reflect on the year that was 2008.  This is the first segment.&lt;br /&gt;Was 2008 good for you?  In some ways yes.. but  mostly no.  But I did learn alot about myself and what exactly i want from life&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite moment of the year?  the Children's christmas party &lt;br /&gt;What was your worst moment of the year? April 26th 2008. &lt;br /&gt;Where were you when 2008 began?  At the Moose With my husband and friends all around.&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with? Hubby and friends&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be when 2008 ends?  Same place but differenet spirit&lt;br /&gt;Did you keep your new years resolution of 2008? I didnt make any.  I will be changing that this year.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a new years resolution for 2009?  I want to publish a short story and get in shape before I turn 40.&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall in love in 2008? No.&lt;br /&gt;If yes, with who?&lt;br /&gt;Are you still in love?  Honestly, I dont know&lt;br /&gt;Did you breakup with anyone in 2008?  Kinda&lt;br /&gt;Did you make any new friends in 2008?  Yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;Who are your favorite new friends?  ALL of my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite month of 2008?  ???  good and bad in every month.&lt;br /&gt;Why this month?&lt;br /&gt;Did you travel outside of the US (or your home country) in 2008?  No&lt;br /&gt;How many different places did you travel to in 2008?  Las Vegas, california Massacusetts.&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss anybody in the past year?  Geez, yes. &lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2008? I don't know.  I saw a ton.&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite song from 2008?   ????&lt;br /&gt;How many concerts or plays did you see in 2008?  None&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a favorite concert in 2008?  Nope&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite book in 2008?  Book 4 of twilight&lt;br /&gt;How many people did you sleep with in 2008?  None&lt;br /&gt;Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What was the biggest lie you told in 2008?  i love you&lt;br /&gt;Did you treat somebody badly in 2008? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did somebody treat you badly in 2008? Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;What was your proudest moment of 2008? Starting another new career at 38 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;What was your most embarrassing moment of 2008?  hmm, I am sure.. omg I cant write it here... but it has to do with laughing then coughing then peeing and then sneaking out of the moose.&lt;br /&gt; If you could go back to any moment of 2008 and change something, what would it be? I would be a different person, one that my husband wanted to be with... it takes two.&lt;br /&gt;Where did you work in 2008? Web design&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV shows(s) of 2008?  Big Bang Theory, The Mentalist,&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Band(s) of 2008? ??? Nickleback&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food in 2008? Lime and garlic smart pop popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drink in 2008?  Cranberry and a hint of lime juice&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place in 2008? my bedroom &lt;br /&gt;Favorite person(s) to be with in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;How many more questions can I skip?&lt;br /&gt;Favorite person(s) to talk to in 2008? &lt;br /&gt;Favorite trip in 2008?  Snowshoe&lt;br /&gt;Most exciting moment(s) in 2008?   Moving into a house&lt;br /&gt;Funniest moment(s) in 2008?  Anything that made my son laugh&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to answer any, all, or none in the comment section or on your own blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-909885747538259599?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/909885747538259599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=909885747538259599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/909885747538259599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/909885747538259599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-next-couple-of-days-im-going-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6966889156907043762</id><published>2008-12-11T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:48:00.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Friday</title><content type='html'>Bryant is still sick.  I am finally forcing drugs down his throat along with hot tea, lemon and honey.  He has that horrible cough that has been going around and each day I pray and thank god that I have not gotten that cough.  YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining non stop today, and here I am wishing it was snow.  I want a real blizzard LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend is doing well, she has a few more weeks before the dreaded day, and I am wondering what I can do for her.  Send her flowers?  Bake her something, make a meal for her family?  I have no clue.  I do have her address, so I think flowers are in order. I should make my tater tot casserole for them, since I know her son needs to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6966889156907043762?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6966889156907043762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6966889156907043762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6966889156907043762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6966889156907043762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-friday.html' title='Almost Friday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2687461718244592057</id><published>2008-12-07T13:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:46:23.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday spirit</title><content type='html'>I need to get Bryant into the holiday spirit.  He doesn't want to do anything for the holidays!  I do have a feeling that it has something to do with our budget and how I am scrimping for the holidays.  I have put money aside for him, so I keep asking him what he wants for Christmas and all I get is nothing is fine.  UGH!!!  Times like this is when his selflessness comes out and I am truely glad he has that fine quality and I guess I can say he brings it at the right time.  I remember when Bryant was little I would go all out on decorations and make sure that the house was a prime example of going overboard and having a christmas house.  I would make sure that all of the decorations that he made at school were hung all over the house and we would unlink one link a day on his christmas chain.  I had an advent calendar which was a house with doors for each day and I would have candy in them or a small trinket.  He thought that was the neatest thing.  I also has a Santa Claus that I would take and put in the house, and each night I would put it in a seperate place, so that Bryant would wake up each day looking for it... it was fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2687461718244592057?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2687461718244592057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2687461718244592057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2687461718244592057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2687461718244592057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-spirit.html' title='Holiday spirit'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-8197530141141090108</id><published>2008-12-06T12:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:48:03.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='82'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culpepper'/><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>Plain and simple, it is cold outside.  For the first time, I wore a jacket last night!  Bryant is starting his weekend off pretty well, he went to Culpepper to play in a pool tournament with Brian.  Hope that he does well.  He has been playing pool since he was 13 and it is really starting to show.  I cannot wait till he wants to be in a league.  He might make me some money after all LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I have Daisy the Dog this weekend.  She is lounging on the couch and I am wondering why she thinks that she can eat everything that I am eating.  As I was typing this sentence I looked around to give my dog a loving glance, then I noticed that she was not on the couch, under my feet or behind me.. OMG I left her outside.  I ran to the back door thinking that she might be gone cuz she was not scratching at the door.  She was out by the fence looking at something?? But she came in and starting eating the cats food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. time to go christmas shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-8197530141141090108?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8197530141141090108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=8197530141141090108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8197530141141090108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8197530141141090108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-958790775192205264</id><published>2008-12-05T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:49:44.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>Please make sure my friend makes it through the first week of January and for years afterwards.  She is a good mother, a good wife, a good friend, and all of the above.  I wish I could do something.  I wonder what she is thinking really, not just what she is telling us... I am scared that if it was me, I would not be strong enough to be able to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark your calendars....So,I scheduled my surgery today. It's January 5th....double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery and sentinal node biopsy all in one shot. OY! Gulp....it's real now. THUD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-958790775192205264?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/958790775192205264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=958790775192205264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/958790775192205264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/958790775192205264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2741021375349772992</id><published>2008-12-05T09:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:33:03.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>I am such a cool mom.  Lasst night I made Bryant's currently favorite meal, mac and cheese and sloppy jo's.  After that we vegged out for awhile and then Brian wanted us to go to the Moose with him so he could spend some time with Bryant.  We went up there and it was okay.  I was tired.  But we got home late and I, the responsible parent says, "We HAVE to have birthday cake on your Birthday!  So Bryant and I are in the kitchen eating cake at 11pm.  That will be something he remembers.  And I didnt even complain this morning when he woke up late and asked for a ride to school, I kinda figured that was coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2741021375349772992?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2741021375349772992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2741021375349772992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2741021375349772992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2741021375349772992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4826793110110991437</id><published>2008-12-04T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:31:42.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Studly 16 to my son!!</title><content type='html'>Well, today is the big day.  My son, is 16.  I cannot believe that I have, well either of us for that matter, have made it this far without killing the other.  He has put me through every trial and tribulation that is available, and I am sure that there are more to follow.  He has proved me stronger that he, he has made me more assertive, more self assured and happy to be alive at times.  He has been there for me on each birthday, with a smile on his face and a great big grin when I cook his birthday cake.  His favorit is yellow cake mix with chocolate frosting.  Yes this is also my favorite and I would not tell him that for years because I was worried he would change his favorite to be something other than mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things that he enjoys :&lt;br /&gt;1. Scary movies - he loves these much more than I do and I do enjoy them very much.  Right now we are watching "The Descent" (One of my favorites becuase the protagonist actually dies at the end)&lt;br /&gt;2. Gummie bears - I have no clue, but he did take a picture of two of them in a provacative position and had that as a screen saver on his cell phone...&lt;br /&gt;3. Pizza - Pizza Hut, hand tossed cheese lovers pizza.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ice cream sammiches (the mint chocolate chip ones where the ice cream is actually minty green not white)&lt;br /&gt;5. TV Shows - anything comedic - Big Bang theory, how I met your mother and 2 1/2 men are among his favorite&lt;br /&gt;HE LOVES watching cartoons and the disney channel (at 16???)&lt;br /&gt;6. Playing Pool - he learned from me and now he is better than me and ready to join my league..wonder if he will be on my team.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bottled Root Beer is one if his favorite drinks, but he could drink a 12 pack of them in one sitting, scares me to think how he is going to be drinking the real beer.&lt;br /&gt;8. Football, I wish he was better at this because of how much he loves being part of a team, horsing around with them, and playing street ball.  He is also on a fantasy football league this year.&lt;br /&gt;9. Scaring people - I dont know if he learned this one from me.. but he loves to lurk in the shadows and scare people half to death.  He doesn't care who it is, it could be people that are 90 years old (Sorry Dot and Myra) people that he knows are going to chase him down and kill him or even his mother.  He gets such the kick out of it too, we will go for days scaring each other and then Bryant will just stand there laughing and the tears are coming down his face because he is laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;10. Friends.  he likes being around his friends.  He is a good friend, and can get along with most people. He values the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things that I like about him:&lt;br /&gt;His humor&lt;br /&gt;His Cleanliness, meaning that he will take a shower.. not how his room is a tornado&lt;br /&gt;His Humor&lt;br /&gt;His love of food, this boy will eat anything&lt;br /&gt;His ability to amuse himself&lt;br /&gt;His character&lt;br /&gt;How he treats others&lt;br /&gt;His love for the animals&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention his humor&lt;br /&gt;His ability to cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;His Independence.  I taught him that he needs to be able to take care of himself and not have to rely on others for anything... I think at times I taught him too well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-4826793110110991437?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4826793110110991437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=4826793110110991437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4826793110110991437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4826793110110991437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-studly-16-to-my-son.html' title='Happy Studly 16 to my son!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-8804669570120227194</id><published>2008-12-02T08:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:08:01.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='78'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mickey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biospy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Tis the season... come on now</title><content type='html'>This morning, I heard that another friend is taking her mother in for a biospy today.  I am kinda shocked.  She is a much older young lady and she is one of the nicest people that you can meet.  Also found out that the same friends husband just got laid off of work and his last day will be Friday.  He has 4 kids and goes all out for Christmas.  This economy is not helping anything. UGH, i hope that things change but I also hope that they change for the better.  I can't really think right now... whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made the best Orange Chicken last night, got it from Costco.  Had some rice and eggrolls.  brought some today for lunch with some broccoli also yummie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-8804669570120227194?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8804669570120227194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=8804669570120227194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8804669570120227194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8804669570120227194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-come-on-now.html' title='Tis the season... come on now'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-3666789050526714915</id><published>2008-11-30T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:53:51.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Sunday Sunday</title><content type='html'>Four day weekends are great and I am glad that I stayed away from the computer as much as I have.  I did get online and fart around but for the most part my job was making the king a happy camper.  We went out last night for awhile and he went home after two hours and went to sleep.  he is almost over this cold.  i bought a humidifier for his room and I hope that helps.  This is one of those that you can keep on for 12 hours.  Perfect!  I am hoping he is going to school tomorrow.  He needs to, cuz I need the break.  We stayed home today and watched billards on the television.  It was nice to just hang out with him and relax.  I only went to the store, for snackies and we had a few.  I have a great dinner for tomorrow night, orange chicken, rice and chicken and veggie spring rolls.  The safeway select spring rolls are the best and they taste much better than ones from a restaurant.  YUMMIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-3666789050526714915?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3666789050526714915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=3666789050526714915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/3666789050526714915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/3666789050526714915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-sunday-sunday.html' title='Sunday Sunday Sunday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6008986161949283272</id><published>2008-11-28T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:48:10.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bryant is sick, today is day 2.  I have pumped so  much fluids into him that I believe he might float away.  He has been staying in bed for the most part and hasn't been high maintenance at all.  But of course as me te mother, I am taking care of him in the best way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was great, I did perfect on the amount of food that i ate, and Bryant didn't eat too much - and I took him home right after the dinner which was at a friends house.  He started feeling sick at her house, and then 2 hours later he felt like ass.  Well, he didn't tell me that but of course a mother knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping this morning, and got a few things for Bryant for his birthday.  He is going to be 16, and I have no idea what to get him.  He already has a good wallet, and shaver, a place to put his keys and wallet on his dresser.  I cannot afford a car yet so that is out of the question.  He has the Xbox and does not want any other game console, which of course makes me happy.  If you have any ideas please share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6008986161949283272?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6008986161949283272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6008986161949283272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6008986161949283272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6008986161949283272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/bryant-is-sick-today-is-day-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-1833358149274633392</id><published>2008-11-23T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:48:29.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Cheesecake Evil??</title><content type='html'>My son has never been evil, but this weekend it got me wondering... He has been on the laptop for most of the weekend, playing WoW.  He can play on the game with his friends and I thought for sure he was going to stay up and play the game all night long.  He was in bed by midnight and was up around 7 am.  I know that child cannot go without his sleep.  He can only stay up all night when he stays at Donnie's house and then he comes home acting like an ass, and needs to go take a nap like a toddler when they dont get a nap.  I can always tell when he does not get enough sleep, and this kid needs his 8 hours of sleep most nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was little I never had a problem getting him down for the night, we would both lay in his bed, and I would read a story to him a few times, then I would lay there and talk to him, trying not to show impatience in my voice because I wanted to get him to sleep so I could make a pot of coffee and clean the house.  Sometimes I would fall asleep with him and wake up at 1 or 2 in the morning mad at myself!  I wanted to stay up and have me time lol.  Yes, me time consisted of cleaning the house while my son sleep.  This way I was able to play with him during the day and I didn't have to worry about the house getting littered with toys and all the clothes he wanted to try on.,..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-1833358149274633392?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1833358149274633392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=1833358149274633392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1833358149274633392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1833358149274633392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-cheesecake-evil.html' title='Is Cheesecake Evil??'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4833096105438404982</id><published>2008-11-19T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:19:26.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>So I got a blast from the past last night.  Brian called me, and told me that Steve’s now ex-wife called the house and wanted to talk to me.  She left her number.  I didn’t do anything at the beginning, since it wasn’t really my call.  I never had a relationship with her and hated her for what Steve did to Bryant.  Let me regress, about a million years ago a little boy named Bryant was sent to live with his father for six weeks in the summer.   His father never saw him any other time during the year and the only reason why he did this was so he would not have to pay child support.  So the little boy goes to this house, and stays six weeks, he gets into trouble and has accidents at night in his bed.  I am sure it was because he was scared because he rarely did it when he was at home.  The father did not understand this and did not care, so he would make the little boy sleep in the kitchen on the floor with a sheet for a blanket.  This was a sad time in the little boys life so he started to act out and do things that would get him into trouble.  His father sent him home and told him over the phone that he never wanted to see him again.  The little boy told me of the things that went on and I called the police in MO but nothing was really done, since there was no child abuse, hell he just made the little boy sleep on the floor… but it was documented I made sure of that in case anything happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Diane was nice to Bryant when Steve wasn’t around and I wasn’t sure if Bryant wanted to have a relationship with this woman… she is the mother of Bryant’s half brother… so I wanted to talk to him and ask him what I should do.  He was amazingly calm about the entire thing and I was proud of him for the decision that he made. I called and left a message with my numbers on it so she can call back.. Should be interesting to see what happens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-4833096105438404982?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4833096105438404982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=4833096105438404982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4833096105438404982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4833096105438404982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6720105244703934364</id><published>2008-11-13T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:16:18.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My imagination (think birds and trees)</title><content type='html'>OK so when Bryant was younger, we did not have a car so we walked everywhere.  We lived by the beach and everything was close, and if it was too far away there was always the bus.  We walked to the beach, grocery store, to and from school.  When we would walk to school (I would drop him off then hop on a bus to work) we would always look for things in the area that we could tell a story about.  In the mornings it was always focused on Pigeons (san Diego has a million of these) and the birds would be dancing on the telephone lines like Ballerina's and so forth.  During the fall months, we would wind up walking home in the dark and we would scare the begeezers out of ourselves.  I would do more of the scaring... The trees in the area would not have their leaves and we would pretend that there were witches in them, and the branches would dramatically turn into witches arms as we walked through them.. bryant would want to walk in the street, but since he created part of this I made him face  his fears and walk through the trees. &lt;br /&gt;This was an awesome way that we communicated back and forth when we were tired and didnt want to walk all the way home... the only thing that I did was convince Bryant that there were scary monsters in the trash cans that were put out on trash day... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also scared of the VUG under the RUG.. (Dr suesss)  he would always make me skip that page, it was so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6720105244703934364?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6720105244703934364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6720105244703934364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6720105244703934364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6720105244703934364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/tomorrows-rave-my-imagination-think.html' title='My imagination (think birds and trees)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4363169421328320560</id><published>2008-11-13T19:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:25:32.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nights are my own... I think, oh the Drama</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, I work full time, most of you know this.  I expect my son to come home and complete the following:&lt;br /&gt;Clean cat box&lt;br /&gt;Take out trash&lt;br /&gt;Wash his morning dishes&lt;br /&gt;Throw a load of his wash in the washer&lt;br /&gt;Finish his homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask.  Most of the time, he does it no problem.  He does not get an allowance, he does these things because he lives here and has to be responsible.  Once in while, like tonight I get the following...&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you clean cat box?  His response, "Mom, there wasn't anything there"  He (my son) covered the droppings up.  Now think to yourself.. it takes longer to cover it up than it does to just pick it up.  HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take out trash.. why didnt this happen... well gee mom, I was so involved with the cat, you are always yelling at me cuz I dont pet the cat. (hence the cat hair now all over the couch)&lt;br /&gt;Wash his morning dishes... well these are done, kind of... I pick the bowl up and I feel crust.  GROSS.  I am washing the bowl as I am yelling at him, telling him if this happens again I am going to take every single dish and cup out and make him wash them.  In the meantime he is laughing his ass off at the door because he thinks it is funny... I guess I had a funny look on my face and I chuckle to myself, thinking that my mother must have told me that a million times... But OMG I was sooo not allowed to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash is done, but he forgot to turn ON the washer&lt;br /&gt;Homework is getting done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I come home I cook dinner and straighten up a bit, then from 6-7 I watch 90210 (Yes the one from the 80's) this is one of my guilty pleasures.  My son now will sit with me on the couch and watch it with me and we will talk about all the dramas that are taken care of in an hour. &lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight he is sitting there, I have cooled down from the non house cleaning animal I live with, and he blurts out that the only reason he has to do so much around the house is so that I can come home and watch 90210 (Joking of course).  Hmmp.  He then wants a brief synopsis of each character that is on the show.  Brief??  I tell him to wikipedia it and tell me what he finds.&lt;br /&gt;He is on a roll tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a great kid but sometimes he just doesnt get it.  I think that when they become teenagers, the common sense goes out the window for a year or so.  His brain must be changing, I read somewhere that during puberty it does change (LOLOLOL hush girls).  He turns 16 in a matter of weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-4363169421328320560?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4363169421328320560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=4363169421328320560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4363169421328320560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4363169421328320560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-nights-are-my-own-i-think-oh-drama.html' title='My Nights are my own... I think, oh the Drama'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-7213528138598095856</id><published>2008-11-13T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:01:15.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football is now over - I can blog</title><content type='html'>The season of my son's football year is over for now.  Every night it was a different place, at a different time, kid gets home between 7-10 pm, I had to cook him dinner, wash his clothes and ensure his homework got done.  Needless to say I did not sleep much.  I welcome the rest, and knowing that once I go home, I do not have to go out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now in driver's education.  He tests me while I am driving and I hear a faint tisk tisk when I do something wrong while driving, like not making a complete stop at a stop sign LOL.  I just laugh and tell him that is fine, that is how you learn.  I plan on taking the VA DMV book in the car with me next time he drives.  Last weekend we went to Calleo (warsaw) and he drove down with the boys.  When we got to our destination, the boys has many stories to tell about Bryant and his driving.  They said he took to the right part of the lane so much that the door mirror could have taken out a few mailboxes LOL.  I sure hope not, but I am sure it was close.&lt;br /&gt;Hie report card was mailed out yesterday, should be interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have once again moved, this time into a house, that was much cheaper than the apartment.  I am saving about 700 bucks a month and trust me, it was well worth it.  It is two story, has a back yard, and a front yard full of leaves, which of course I have to rake.  I have two parking spots (Awesome!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping, I have almost nothing in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-7213528138598095856?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7213528138598095856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=7213528138598095856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7213528138598095856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7213528138598095856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/football-is-now-over-i-can-blog.html' title='Football is now over - I can blog'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-7602068373991116284</id><published>2008-10-02T13:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:30:21.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving me insane</title><content type='html'>So the great one is driving now and actually not doing too bad of a job.  I want him to learn how to drive my car, which is a stick.  he has succeded a few times, but when he gets nervous it is all over.  Once, we were driving past a polic man and over a speed bump, he stalled and that was all she wrote.  next time we were in a merge lane and he had to just go ya know.. well he just went and stalled, then there was someone behind us, who did not honk nor did they become impatient.  It was great and if I had enough time I would have walked to the car and personally thanked them for not honking the horn and my extremely nervous already son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-7602068373991116284?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7602068373991116284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=7602068373991116284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7602068373991116284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7602068373991116284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/10/driving-me-insane.html' title='Driving me insane'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-1507962888063086714</id><published>2008-08-14T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:05:29.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming home</title><content type='html'>Gosh time flew while Bryant was at football camp.  I did clean his room a bit.. That boy has some crap let me tell you.  Then I found out that they were going to repipe and everything needed to be taken out of the bathrooms and kicthen and some of the closet so I was more busy doing that than anything.  They came into the apartment today and tomorrow.  i am hoping that they have all of it done by friday so I am not living in a mess for this weekend.  It will be nice to see Bryant but he has a rude awakening coming.  If he has even thought that he could test my ability of being a mother, this is it.  I can't go into detail about it here, but it sure questioned how I brought him up and what type of adult he is going to be.. and no it is nothing bad.  Not porn or stuff.  I just cant wait to see the look on his face when he knows that I have what he forgot to hide in his room LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-1507962888063086714?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1507962888063086714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=1507962888063086714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1507962888063086714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1507962888063086714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/coming-home.html' title='Coming home'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-5627093912486833792</id><published>2008-08-07T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:38:49.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days an counting</title><content type='html'>2 days before the King leaves for Football camp.  2 days more and I can walked around nekkid if I want too.  I will actually come home at night and not have to clean up after anyone, cook for anyone, do anyone's wash, chaffeur anyone anywhere.  Nice.  OMG I am going to be completely bored out of my mind.  I started making a list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New Drapes in the living room and my bedroom.  I went to Ross today and had 100 bucks worth of purses in my hand.. there were amazing purses there, anyways.. I go to the drape section and threw the purses aside and bought 110 dollars worth of drapes AND rods.  I am so excited and already put up 1 rod in my room to see how it would look.  I have to go to home depot later and get some better screws.  The ones that came with the rods proceeded to take away the plaster instead of making a hole. (they were flat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean the Kings festering area he calls a room.&lt;br /&gt;3. Reorganize my desk area.. it is a basic mess.&lt;br /&gt;4. wash and iron all of my work slack and have everything hanging in my closet at once so I can reorg the closet also. &lt;br /&gt;5. Organize my moose stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how everything revolves around cleaning and organizing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I going to be able to blog about?  I wont be able to talk to bryant since he cannot take his cell phone or any other electronic device/gadget on the bus.  It will be confiscated!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if I should start recording my soaps again?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-5627093912486833792?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5627093912486833792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=5627093912486833792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5627093912486833792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5627093912486833792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-days-counting.html' title='2 days an counting'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-5652190500078792801</id><published>2008-08-05T20:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:18:26.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOTBALLL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kinda like Bryant in football. I got so much done this afternoon in the house without him here, manage to tiptoe in his room, to avoid meeting any new friends (mice, ants, a stray dog) and picked up all of his clothes, and I am hoping that they were dirty since of course they were laying on the floor. I made chicken thighs with gravy, mashed taters, and broccoli... now where in the heck is he. It is after 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I went to pick him up. They worked him hard today, he sounds like an old man, whining and complaining while he walks I mean hobbles around the house. He ate two plates full of food, took a shower, gave me his nasty clothes..and proceeded to tell me that the clothes on his floor were clean. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now trying to lay on the floor, I advised him against this for fear of him falling asleep and waking up in the middle of the night having to get up off the floor, if he is in bed, he can just roll out and limp to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks of who does this kind of stuff for free. Why is he doing this... Who talked him into it... this is ridiculous... he says. He thinks that his coach is crazy, I told him that the head coach, coached track last year... bryant then says, no wonder he is making us run so much. He is now sighing in bed.... I told him if he stayed in shape... although honestly he never ever worked this hard at Edison. I think he is going to do well.. and now he is screaming cuz the icy hot is burning his leg. He only ran three and a half miles and did upper bodies weights... and his muscles in his legs are screaming, I wasn't very nice though... I told him that they are going to be doing lower body weights tomorrow, he was not very happy with me. I made him eat on the couch so I could talk to him and since the dining room table is more formal, I wanted him to relax.. he really looked like an old man... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is checking his myspace and then going to bed... .this from a kid who was up till 2 am last week at this time.. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-5652190500078792801?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5652190500078792801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=5652190500078792801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5652190500078792801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5652190500078792801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-kinda-like-bryant-in-football.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-7763219381339616890</id><published>2008-08-05T13:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:08:37.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading a blog.. isn't that how it always starts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking about how her son asked if a boy could come over and play, she said no.  So what does the son do?  He goes and makes the hopeful guest go inside the house and ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you or your child done something of the sort?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant really never had friends to invite over when he was younger.  We lived in a one bedroom and he had the bedroom and I had all of my stuff in the living room, so I really wants comfortable with little boys running around in my "bedroom" watching power rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when I was a kid and one of us in the neighborhood would get grounded for something someone did... one of us would walk up to their house, and kindly knock on the door, wait for the parent to answer and ask if 'said criminal' could come out to play.  We said nothing of 'said criminal' hanging out their bedroom window pleading with one of us to free him from the terrors of his room.  Sometimes it would work and 'said criminal' was released with conditions... and sometimes it would not work.  When we all figured out what parents are stricter than others, we developed a strategy for getting 'said criminal' out.  we would all disappear... one of us would go to house, knock and say, "my mother said that I could come out to play so that I can get out of her hair if "said criminals name' could come out to play with me.  We would then disappear and group with the rest of the crew.  That was over 25 years ago omg I am old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother would never let me out when I was grounded.  She was very strict.  I was always the first one to go to sleep in the summer.. it was still light outside and I was what 12???  UGH.  I used to have to go get her cigarettes when she was hung over.. so I remember when they were 50 cents for a pack, not cuz i smoked.  I would walk down to the liqour store which was next to the bar my mom would hang at, and have a note from my mother, which was sooo unreadable, since her hands were shaking... those were the times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-7763219381339616890?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7763219381339616890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=7763219381339616890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7763219381339616890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7763219381339616890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-reading-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-697328894088437522</id><published>2008-08-03T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:54:11.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up yet again</title><content type='html'>So Bryant got his drivers learner's permit on Saturday, Brian even took him on the busiest highway in America, I95.  Was only for a mile or so but still, he let everyone know it.  He still has much learning to do since he thinks that he can drive everyone home at night and is trying to get all of the hours that he can until he can get his liscense, he has about a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hardly did anything today, lounged watched the boob tube, made pizza rolls, watched 21, and went to pool.  I did not get up until almost 11 am,  and that was nice in itself.  I got some yarn, thinking of starting another blanket soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh AND!!! I get to throw a b-day party for Bryant when he turns 16.  I think that this is going to be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-697328894088437522?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/697328894088437522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=697328894088437522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/697328894088437522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/697328894088437522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/08/growing-up-yet-again.html' title='Growing up yet again'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2065135029467146060</id><published>2008-07-27T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:48:07.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Such the busy life we lead</title><content type='html'>I am taking Mr B to get his drivers permit this week, he failed the test the first time, and now he gets to take it again and he is starting to quiz himself and also trying to get me to give a wrong answer.  OMG and I did!!!  I am so not telling which question I missed, and I do not plan on changing my rules of this practice and the book just does not make any sense.  Welcome to Virginia right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night he worked at the lodge while I talked with the girls and I only had 2 beers and then water the rest of the night, I had to get up early to go to New Market for golfing.  Mr B decided at the last minute to stay home, but he kept the dog for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told him that we are going to the bank this week and getting him a checking account.  He needs to learn to budget his money and I know he would have more to save if he would deposit it.  So I need a bank within walking distance, and also that provides online access so I can keep track of it.  We also started talking about interesting and reporting it to the government (he asked) and then I started to explain CD's and he thought  I was talking music.  This was funny.  I explained to him that CD's are often better than some of the alternatives and when he goes to college and gets lump sums, budget the money and then stick the rest in a 6 month CD.  I will have to get some literature of this to him.  It is never too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also put together a chores list.  I am sure he is going to have roommates since he wants to move out of the house so fast adn I want him to be able to keep a clean house.  He had to pick two days to cook, sunday being one of them and he is excited for the most part but since he picks days for the chores I also had to explain to him that if it is dirty then just take it out then, without waiting for the day to arrive.  There is nothing magical about this day so he should just do it when he sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried that pasta from pizza hut.. well he tried it.  I had one piece of pizza and I was done, way too greasy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2065135029467146060?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2065135029467146060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2065135029467146060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2065135029467146060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2065135029467146060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/such-busy-life-we-lead.html' title='Such the busy life we lead'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-1116154908959772521</id><published>2008-07-17T15:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:29:19.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are going to Richmond for the weekend.  Have a convention to go to.  Bryant and his friend are also coming, last time that they went with us, they both hooked up with girls, hooking up meaning talking to them, and I am thinking that they are going to be there this time becuase both of the boys are admant about going.  They even went to the store to buy snacks and things.  Interesting if you ask me.  i am still hounding Bryant about getting some sort of job to help with his end of the bargain, he wont be working this friday so he wont have any money next week.  He is so not going to be bumming off of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, things are starting to fall into place with the new house.  I am getting accustomed to it and finally starting to fall asleep before midnight, which is great and I have not had to take a sleeping pill for a few days.  I am glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-1116154908959772521?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1116154908959772521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=1116154908959772521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1116154908959772521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1116154908959772521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-going-to-richmond-for-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-7091175800145859493</id><published>2008-07-15T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:56:07.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy driver on the road... I think not</title><content type='html'>He went for his drivers test in Virginia.  WITHOUT looking at the manual.  I did not take him, I figure that the man child could take him and they could do man child stuff in the car if Bryant would have passed the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets home... Mom, I missed 6... Anotherwords, I say.. you failed.  No I am not too politically correct when he does not study for a test, he deserves what he gets.  So we went over the questions that he had missed and I knew the answers as soon as he asked the question.  I told him some of the answers will come as common sense when you start paying attention when you are driving with someone instead of living in your own world.  He needs to start watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways other than that things have been non eventful.  We both have been working and tryingt o kee afloat with the chores at home and trying to find something good on the tele, we watched the mole last night, nbot sure if I like it this season.  I am trying to figure out what happened to Amazing race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet with Bryant's counselor for next year, sometime in August, will have to call for an appointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update, nothing earth shattering to report!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-7091175800145859493?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7091175800145859493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=7091175800145859493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7091175800145859493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7091175800145859493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/boy-driver-on-road-i-think-not.html' title='Boy driver on the road... I think not'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4868551063058415657</id><published>2008-06-16T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:07:52.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No title for this one</title><content type='html'>I am sure that soon B will not be around long enough to have anything to write about.  I enjoy reflecting most of the time, but sometimes it is nice to experience things that bring happiness not moments of terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I could not go to sleep, B and D were at the movies right down the street and it was midnight, I texted him and asked him when he would be home, he said movie is almost over, be home right after that.  I couldn't sleep till he was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going to be driving soon.  I have no idea if he is sexually active... I will be thinking of drinking and driving or the use of drugs in his teenage years and wondering if he is going to fall prey to things of that nature.  He has plenty of friends who have done drugs according to him.  He knows that it is not something that he wants to do, but minds change every day.  He is the only one of his friends that still have to check in with a mother.  I demand that he calls me every two hours unless he is out with friends and he has a set time he is going to be home.  I check on him at night to make sure that he does not sneak out of the house, and so far I have been lucky.  He always asks me and usually I say yes be back in an hour or I just point blank, no.  I have no idea what I am going to do when he is 17.  OMG that is only 2 years away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the simple days when all I had to do to make him happy was make him a grilled cheese sammich and tomato soup.  Or when he started riding his bike over to Maggie's neighborhood when we lived on the West coast.  I enjoyed times when we would walk to school together and we would point out the birds dancing like ballerina's on the phone lines.  It is amazing but he still remembers the walks, the scary witch tree, stopping at Roberto's on Friday's for tacos, the liqour store that had the best lemon pies and the smell of Dorito's on the bus, and no I have no idea why he remembers that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-4868551063058415657?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4868551063058415657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=4868551063058415657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4868551063058415657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4868551063058415657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-title-for-this-one.html' title='No title for this one'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4474090945996729505</id><published>2008-06-16T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:56:10.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what has the Boy been up to lately?  Since school has ending on Friday and there have been good grades all around he has not moved from his bedroom.  He has eithe rbeen in front of WOW or playing XBOX.  This of course is not true.  I demand that he has conversations with other people that does not require a headset and a excellent connection to the internet, so he had to work at the moose on Friday. He made lots of money and was ready to collapse.  Since it was the grand opening of the new part of the building, he had a friend come up to help him and then I was also helping, we were slammed.  Both the boys walked away with about 110 bucks a piece.  They didn't even offer to give me anything, but the next morning they were both up at 630 to help an older lady with her yard sale and they stayed there all day.  He is going to start his construction job tomorrow so that will also keep him busy.  He is trying to save up money to buy his car this year.  OMG he is growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-4474090945996729505?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4474090945996729505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=4474090945996729505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4474090945996729505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4474090945996729505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-what-has-boy-been-up-to-lately-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-1844510491143610847</id><published>2008-05-16T07:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:52:03.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick boy</title><content type='html'>Poor boy is sick today and he is not getting any sympathy from me.  I am working from home, as I always do on Fridays and he is leaving for school, "Oh must be nice to stay home today" then he slams the door and proceeds to the bus stop.  He then CALLS me from his cell phone and asks why i get to stay home today.  He does not realize everything it entails and thinks that I am going to sleep on the couch while he grinds away at school while sick.  I then told him, "If you did not ditch so much or even if you did not stay home last friday I would have been more than pleasant to the idea of allowing you to stay home today."  Oh he says.  End of conversation.  I told him I would pick him up.  Guess that wasn't good enough for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting older and even though he is not Brian's I see many mannerisms getting passed along.  Some are good, like the cleaning and the over thinking, but some are bad.. like the calling me as soon as he leaves the house and try to give me a guilt trip.  Hah!  So not going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got his interim this week and the grades are very good.  I was proud of him and I let him know that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-1844510491143610847?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1844510491143610847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=1844510491143610847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1844510491143610847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1844510491143610847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick-boy.html' title='Sick boy'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2800340048788797696</id><published>2008-04-04T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:52:25.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of the times</title><content type='html'>When B was little and I was a single mother I can honestly tell you I was not the best supreme mom there was to have around.  He tested me in ways that no one has ever before.  I have had hair pulled out of my skull, been head butted so hard I had a goose egg and started screaming in agony when my son went missing from with women’s clothes aisle, only to find him playing in the skirt rack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being on a small military base with him while his dad was out doing god knows what, but we were in the commissary and at this time B wanted to test who could hoodwink who first.  He started in with his moronic 2 yr old antics, I ignored them for awhile, until I could feel my blood boiling underneath my skin, so I picked him up, hard and firm and all you hear throughout the entire store was… owww mommy your hurting me. Little shit.  So then everyone is looking at me, wondering what in the hell I am doing to this poor child… LOLOLOL asshole.  Or when you try to pinch them to get their attention and all you get is a Oh mommy your pinching me LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the times where is would have a holy pitch fit and I just stood there watching him, that would piss him off.  Then I would just pick him up and go throw him on his bed in his room.. once, the fit didn’t stop and come to realize when I threw him on the bed he bounced up and hit the corner of his head on the dresser.. UGH.. so what does any good mother do?  I moved the dresser for next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never believe that Silence is golden.  Something is waiting to happen.  When you know that the kids are in a room quiet, and you don’t see the cat, something is going terribly wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2800340048788797696?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2800340048788797696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2800340048788797696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2800340048788797696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2800340048788797696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/signs-of-times.html' title='Signs of the times'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4897721968249047167</id><published>2008-04-03T16:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:29:27.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero,My Packrat</title><content type='html'>I love days like this. I went home early because my stomach was killing me and I was in bed when B got home. He came upstairs asked me how I was and then asked if I finished the wash. I was pissed, why the hell am I going to worry about doing the wash when I am ready to barf out the window??? I didn’t say anything just moaned a bit, knowing that I was going to have to get up soon and start being a mother and a wife again.&lt;br /&gt;I go downstairs to see what he is doing and he is folding the wash and put the load in the dryer for me. He didn’t complain, bitch or whine. That is my man and I hope he remembers that for when his wife is sick. That is if he ever gets married. He doesn’t want to get married until he can afford it, which in teenage man brain it means, “until I don’t want to party anymore”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been stressing a bit with the homework, had two projects due today. He was finishing the one up last night and was looking through his notebook for his work cited worksheet. Everything was on his floor and me the typical mother screams out, “OMG the cat just pissed all over your papers!” You should have seen his face. Actually I wanted to yell out in a non motherly voice, "ya know if you were more organized you would be able to find it". I did say that soon after and I got the typical teenage, "I like it like that, helps me find things." Five minutes later, I say the, “I really hate to say this but, you would not be looking for it right now if it was organized.” Yes, I am asking to have my head explode (Big Bang Theory) but I just HAD to sound like my mother, although it sounds better coming from me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found the paper…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-4897721968249047167?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4897721968249047167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=4897721968249047167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4897721968249047167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4897721968249047167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-heromy-packrat.html' title='My Hero,My Packrat'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2147978362523624975</id><published>2008-04-03T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:29:00.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big B for president</title><content type='html'>Well, a friend of mine and I were discussing women's lib this morning we think we have solved all of the United States issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homelessness - since women are part of the main workforce, this is taking jobs away from people who are now living below or at poverty.  If the women refused to burn their bras in the 70's I could be home right now watching my sons first steps instead of a child care worker who is getting paid minimum wage to watch 10 children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2147978362523624975?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2147978362523624975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2147978362523624975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2147978362523624975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2147978362523624975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-b-for-president.html' title='Big B for president'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-5292236726501736814</id><published>2008-03-21T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:34:51.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama for the week all summed up on one page</title><content type='html'>Well, this week was a very slow week.  Bryant had spring break off and he had nothing to do.  He did make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night stayed up till 2 am, slept till Monday at 11 am.  Played Xbox, did a few things that I begged him to do around the house.  And that was the rest of his weekend in a nutshell.  He spent the night at Donnie's, one can only imagine that there was no sleeping going on and a bunch of crank phone calls to girls cell phones in the middle of the night.   They are all going to see "Shutter" tonight.  Freaks I swear, I am glad though that he likes scary movies like I did at his age.  They are a bit more predictable and he loves gore.. more the gore the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self - make sure he does not eat meat today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to eat a big fat cheeseburger next friday!  NO guilt.  I am so sick of the fish at the Moose, and no I really dont want to go anywhere else on a friday night LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to the bank, grocery store and the ABC store today.  whew.. Ill be ready for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the girls at the Moose around 430, should be a long night LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one of Bryant's ex girls at the bowling alley last night, she is really nice and I wish it would have worked out.  Oh well, they are young... I can see them hanging out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-5292236726501736814?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5292236726501736814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=5292236726501736814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5292236726501736814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5292236726501736814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/drama-for-week-all-summed-up-on-one.html' title='Drama for the week all summed up on one page'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2895237651901542974</id><published>2008-03-11T09:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:42:39.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes another OMG</title><content type='html'>Did I tell you I got The Boy's report card.  Needless to say I am keeping it to myself for fear of starting WWIII in my house.  I do not wish to argue, wince, crawl for cover, or leave the house for any reason.  I must do this for the sanity of myself as well as my family.   He is grounded, he knows this and he promised me that he will get his grade up as soo as possible and bring me notes home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what i should do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2895237651901542974?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2895237651901542974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2895237651901542974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2895237651901542974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2895237651901542974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-another-omg.html' title='Yes another OMG'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6496928517486692546</id><published>2008-03-11T09:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:34:51.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG run for the hills</title><content type='html'>289 more days till Christmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6496928517486692546?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6496928517486692546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6496928517486692546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6496928517486692546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6496928517486692546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-run-for-hills.html' title='OMG run for the hills'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-7079089280028055290</id><published>2008-03-10T07:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:10:25.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend went very well, The Boy got an application to a nursery for the spring/summer months for employment.  He looks at the application, and says, "I should have gotten two of them." At first I thought he meant for his friend, but then he spouts off that he can't erase on the paper.  I told him to write it down on paper first and then write neatly ont he application.  He starts reading off the questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employment history - So what do they want here he says.. ummm your employment, well he states that he has never worked anywhere before, so i start spouting off places that he has volunteered at, including the Moose where he WORKS every friday night.  DUHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long year LOL.  Then we start talking about careers where you dont need a college education, he now wants to be a truck driver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saved though, he started talking about the FBI and CIA, and then we started talking about computers and how good he is and I told him all of the super secret things that he could be doing if he goes to college or joins the military LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes saved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-7079089280028055290?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7079089280028055290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=7079089280028055290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7079089280028055290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7079089280028055290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-went-very-well-boy-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-1612796383652041514</id><published>2008-03-04T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:54:39.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bryant and my husband have not been getting along for the past few days.  It hasn't been good and I am hoping it is just a thing.  Hubby wont let up on him though and I do not know whether to stick up for him or back up the other one.  I hate being in the middle!!  I seriously think that we are going to have problems soon, it has been awhile.  I just have to make sure that I stick to my ground and dont go running out the door as I have in the past.  I have been grounded for about a year, and trust me with my husband that is not an easy feat.  I am thinking it is time for a vacation again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-1612796383652041514?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1612796383652041514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=1612796383652041514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1612796383652041514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1612796383652041514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/03/bryant-and-my-husband-have-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6849522571730873510</id><published>2008-02-19T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:17:57.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A not so pleasant memory</title><content type='html'>Remember when -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just left Bryant's dad, and moved to Idaho to think things through and chill out. I moved into this real nice house, with a fireplace, 2 bedroom, nice huge kitchen and backyard with a creek.  Bryant was 2 I think.  Well, I was in the kitchen unpacking and Bryant was in the living room listening to Barney and dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard the Thud.  The type of Thud that you do not want to find out what happened.  The type of Thud where you  just stand there waiting for another noise to follow.  The type of Thud where the time ticks by and all you hear is the background noise of the television.  Then you hear the scream and it shocks you out of shock per say, the scream where you are afraid to look but grab a towel just in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was standing there with the blood squirting out of his head like a pulse.  He was dancing and smacked his head on the mantle of the fireplace, which was real brick not fake brick...  I took the towel and applied pressure all the while looking at his eyes and holding him like any mother would.  Thoughts of omg what am I going to do were shooting through my head, where was the hospital, how would I get him down there, where can I go.  While trying to remain calm for his sake and knowing full well that this was going to be an "up all night affair" since this happened at 7 and there was no way in hell I was going to lay him down.  The bleeding finally stopped and the gooseegg started.. Thank god.  When I got the bleeding to slow down, I wrapped him up and went to the neighborhood store, and asked for help.  There were two older ladies there and their advice saved my life.  Yep he sure did knock the nogging, big ole bruiser is going to be there.  Yep there will be a scar, nah as long as his eyes, breathing and gooseegg look fine then all is good.  I stayed up all night holding him making sure that he was ok, and breathing, and not dreaming nightmares that would take him away.  I would feel myself doing touch and go's then waking myself up and having more coffee or watching whatever channels that they had up there to watch, I don't even remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend came over the next morning, she hear about what happened at the store and came to take B so I could get some rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he does have a scar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6849522571730873510?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6849522571730873510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6849522571730873510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6849522571730873510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6849522571730873510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-so-pleasant-memory.html' title='A not so pleasant memory'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4978154148241439496</id><published>2008-02-19T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:06:43.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I have to work&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to Moose meetings for 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and play pool at hard times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will my son be doing during this time?? I asked him to make himself dinner, something healthier than popcorn and ice cream.  He thinks that his brain is going to burn it off while he is sitting there watching Spongebob.  He usually is not a picky eater and will eat anything that I make but is too lazy to make it himself. Normal teenager.  Then when I do get home he wants to complain that there is nothing to eat in the house and that he is starving and is going to pass out at any moment.  I ignore it and walk up the stairs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMPH he say....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-4978154148241439496?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4978154148241439496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=4978154148241439496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4978154148241439496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4978154148241439496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-242115789207556476</id><published>2008-02-18T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:04:52.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SnowShoe'/><title type='text'>Skiing weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/R7nIo1QtyiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rsqC9Udkp7I/s1600-h/IMGP1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168382651201866274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/R7nIo1QtyiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rsqC9Udkp7I/s320/IMGP1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my son is a new daredevil. He went down as many blacks as he could in one day. The first day of skiing we all went down the bunny hill then Bryant and Brian started going down the greens and the blues with no hesitation. Bryant fell a few times and then got his act together. Ash and I stayed on the bunny slope and then after lunch we went down the greens. They werent that bad either, but I enjoy sports with my feet planted in the ground, and they were a few times this weekend when I walked down a hill or too becuase I would rather look like an ass walking than falling (flaying) on my ass going down the same hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nights were fun. The skiing was fun, and I was very excited to finally have a family vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-242115789207556476?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/242115789207556476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=242115789207556476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/242115789207556476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/242115789207556476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/skiing-weekend.html' title='Skiing weekend'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/R7nIo1QtyiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rsqC9Udkp7I/s72-c/IMGP1702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-575046396363294155</id><published>2008-02-14T07:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:37:50.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when?</title><content type='html'>Remember when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started laughing at his own jokes&lt;br /&gt;You started laughing at his jokes&lt;br /&gt;He would wear your high heels around the house&lt;br /&gt;He would snuggle right next to you&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't mind if you sat in the bathroom as he took a bath&lt;br /&gt;He took a bath&lt;br /&gt;He would put worms in his pockets only to find them dead when he got home&lt;br /&gt;He loved the storied you told&lt;br /&gt;He would hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;He would just come up to you hold your face in his hands and kiss you&lt;br /&gt;He would say "Mommy, I love you"&lt;br /&gt;He would splash in puddles&lt;br /&gt;He thought that you were awesome&lt;br /&gt;He would be excited when you picked him up from school&lt;br /&gt;He would stand in his crib and yell for mommy, mommy, mommy&lt;br /&gt;He thought you had all of the answers&lt;br /&gt;He started having conversations with you&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to sleep in your bed&lt;br /&gt;The first time he choked on a tortilla chip&lt;br /&gt;The first time he had an uncontrollable fever&lt;br /&gt;When he got the chicken pox and you couldnt go anywhere with him&lt;br /&gt;When he thought girls were yuckie&lt;br /&gt;When he was scared of the Vug under the rug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-575046396363294155?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/575046396363294155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=575046396363294155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/575046396363294155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/575046396363294155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/remember-when.html' title='Remember when?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-1306121885358614805</id><published>2008-02-13T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:01:17.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Garbage Disposal</title><content type='html'>Why does it seem when boys hit a certain age that they must gorge themselves on everything in the house?  My son eats healthy - he eats fruit veggies, meats, and also anything else that is not held down by cement.  One day i could have sworn he ate my car keys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-1306121885358614805?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1306121885358614805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=1306121885358614805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1306121885358614805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1306121885358614805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/02/human-garbage-disposal.html' title='Human Garbage Disposal'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6337628143700130161</id><published>2008-01-08T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:21:56.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not fair??? To whom I ask</title><content type='html'>Bryant [9:01 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;hey mom i have a deal&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:01 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;hold on&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:01 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:02 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:02 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;you know how your computer is doing that thing&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:03 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:03 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;if i pay for that with my work money cause it was sorta my fault&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:03 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;and you know how you found wow&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:03 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;well if i pay for it with my money for you to fix your comp&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:03 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;can i continue playing WOW as long as i dont pay for the extra stuff&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;how are you playing WOW now?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;cause i found a way to get mempbership&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;because you know those gift cards&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;oic&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;what gift cards?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i can use those&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;and well&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;the best buy ones??&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;when i was playing&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;the credit card gift cards&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i didnt use brians gift&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i had another one but i used it playing WOW&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;what credit card gift cards...&lt;br /&gt;MOM. [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;who got you one of those&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i did&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i bought one for me and brian&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:04 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i had money&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;good idea&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;and michele said she bought me one&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;wow I am impressed&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;so can i?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;for christmas&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;how in the heck can I get rid of that crap that keeps on getting on my puter?&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;you know you will have to pay skip back the money he gave you&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:05 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;but see i ws talking to skip on the game&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:06 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;and i told him not to bring it up to y'all&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:06 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;and i said since its easier for me to kill stuff&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:06 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;if i play you gold&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:06 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;he said ok&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:06 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:06 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;it works out&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:07 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;so can i?&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:07 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;omg and if you get caught you cant be all like&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:07 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i promise i wont pay for any of the gold or nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:07 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;oh my mom let me on&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:07 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i wont&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:07 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;but i wont get caught&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:07 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;you finish your projects this week/weekend and I will think about it&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:07 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;ive been doing it for like a month now&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:08 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;im almost done&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:08 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:08 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i do it in this class&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:08 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i want to see them&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:08 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:08 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i just used that for a excuse to get on&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:08 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:08 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;and since i already paid for it for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:09 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to waste my money lol&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:09 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:09 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:09 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;yopu know u love me&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:10 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;yes I do and that is why I dont want to see you get into trouble&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:10 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;and it kinda keeps me good aruond the house lol&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:10 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;well.... you bring me a report every week on what you are doing in each class.. if they are c's and above you can get on... anything lower then I change the password&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:11 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;how is that?&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:11 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:11 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;so when does it start&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:11 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;when you bring me a report home&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:11 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;like next quarter?&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:12 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;you can bring me one home today.. a note from the teacher is fine&lt;br /&gt;Bryant [9:12 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;well thats not fair&lt;br /&gt;Mom. [9:12 AM]:&lt;br /&gt;why not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6337628143700130161?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6337628143700130161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6337628143700130161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6337628143700130161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6337628143700130161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-not-fair-to-whom-i-ask.html' title='It&apos;s not fair??? To whom I ask'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-7741695722373194757</id><published>2008-01-07T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:49:54.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>I dont understand how these kids can do this.  I remember babysitting at this age and yes i remember how the kids got on my nerves and knowing that I was too young to be doing this by myself, but I still would have never hurt anyone.  My son was babysitting for awhile until the neighbors moved away and i wont let him do it anymore just because I cant be close by to help him if the need ever rose.   I just dont understand how it is "ok" to beat a child with a baseball bat.  I am also at odds if the parents should be charged, I mean wouldnt they know if their son had little patience and did not like to be bothered at certain times?  I know when I babysat no one cared if I had patience or not because I was used so that my mother and her friends could go out drinking and get messed up.  I swore I would never do that to my son, and I have kept my promise to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-7741695722373194757?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/01/06/infant.killed.ap/index.html?iref=werecommend' title='Kids'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7741695722373194757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=7741695722373194757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7741695722373194757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7741695722373194757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2008/01/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-3850285334840312895</id><published>2007-12-27T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:11:27.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are almost over</title><content type='html'>I have been bad about updating. I have had so much going on in my life. Bryant is doing well, except for the fact that he ditched school 4 days in a row, and he failed all of his classes for the interim. So it has been busy at our house. I walked him to class each and every day until christmas vacation, and I will be doing it again the next week he is back at school. It seems that he doesn't care if I am there and I am sure that a part of him real enjoys it. Sometimes I just want to shake some sense into him and ensure that he doesn't turn out to be one of those teenagers. LOL. So needless to say he is grounded. Yea during Christmas vacation and it does suck. I took away his Xbox, his phone and his ipod. He does still have his television but is only allowed to watch it during certain times of the week. He did not get some of the things that he wanted for Christmas, like the Xbox Live or the wii. Actually we could not find the Wii and could also not justify purchasing a 300 toy as in the Xbox live, so his punishment helped us make that decision. He is grounded until he brings home a report card with C's or better. Oh yes, and we are truly ruining his life, with as much as we are harassing him and beating him senseless, which we aren't. We are being parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-3850285334840312895?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3850285334840312895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=3850285334840312895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/3850285334840312895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/3850285334840312895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidays-are-almost-over.html' title='Holidays are almost over'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-7708482545229999252</id><published>2007-12-09T20:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:25:30.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished life lessons</title><content type='html'>With the Christmas season here, I was hoping that my son would learn to be a bit less selfish.  I is all about what he wants.  Odd because I never raised him to be like this, but he is rebelling I guess.  I told him that some things we are not going to buy him only because he needs to get a job and earn the money to by the things he wants and learn how to save instead of blowing it all when he goes out on Friday nights to Kingstowne.  I am of course assuming that he isn’t doing anything bad with the money, he never asks for more than 20 bucks at a time and most of the time it would be a Friday night so he could go to the movies and hang out.  He has mentioned getting a job but I told him that his grades come first and he needs to bring up his biology grade.  He blames the teacher hating him ,and instead of sticking up for him, I tell him that there are going to bepeople that he doesn’t get along with his entire life so he mind as well get used to it now, and learn how to adapt.  He gets all pissy and says very mean things.  I don’t know how to approach this without turning into the bad person because he really isn’t going to realize this until he has a job and his boss is an arse, and he has to work with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-7708482545229999252?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7708482545229999252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=7708482545229999252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7708482545229999252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7708482545229999252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/unfinished-life-lessons.html' title='Unfinished life lessons'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-7517103602804419709</id><published>2007-12-04T19:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:52:28.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My son turns 15 today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today he turned 15. The last year before he starts driving, the last year before he goes to work, and probably the last year that I can have a say in what he wears. The only thing that I complain about it the low pants which promptly gets fixed when I am around. Today he starts to realize that what he does now impacts his entire life. Did you hear about those 4 14 year old that stole the car and killed a 18 year old by running over him/her?? I do not want that to be my son. Today he realized that he is going to be a man and any day now he could be a father. (OMG!)Today I reflected on how he was born, the many hours I was in labor (18 hours),HARD back labor. Got to love it. I remember this one girl who came with me and she was so scared that she hid behind a chair in the room. I wonder if she has had any kids. Leslie was her name. I remember Bryant having the biggest brown eyes when he was born and I remember how perfect his complexion was, not a single red spot or pimple on his face, and to this day he does not know what acne is. I remember his first day of school, with Mrs Johnson and how no matter how much he tired her out, she taught him to read. She taught him to love school. She taught me how to get rid of LICE OMG!! (tea Tree oil by the way) I remember his first time riding a bike, skateboard, swimming and skiing. He never had to be taught, he just got on it and started to do it. That was exciting. Today I thought about what type of dad he is going to be. I can kinda tell from how he treats the animals and how he treats me. I think that he is going to be a good dad, very attentive and always wanting to be a part of it. I also know that he is going to need a night out with the boys, he like to relax. I told him I want four kids. He told me that he would have three as long as he can make enough money so the mom can stay home until she wanted to go to work. He remembers me and my mom staying home to take care of him when he was younger. I think that made a big impact on his upbringing. Today I pray that he will be a good person and think of others. I pray that he will be successful and know how to survive.Today I pray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-7517103602804419709?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7517103602804419709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=7517103602804419709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7517103602804419709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7517103602804419709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-son-turns-15-today.html' title='My son turns 15 today'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-3893061350486953432</id><published>2007-11-21T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:47:31.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survive'/><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>What skills are you teaching your teenage son that will help him survive in his own apartment one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that I have already taught my son what he needs in order to survive.  I am hoping that I have given him enough tools in order to succeed in a crisis and emergencies when money is tight and you have to use your common sense. I have taught him how to shop on a budget, if he does it that is up to him.  I don't know if he will have to go through some of the trials and tribulations that I went through growing up.  I knowingly put myself in that position, away from home, on my own.  A studio apartment and I had to share a bathroom with other people.  I still remember those times, and at times I can pick up on the smells that I remember from that place when I am in strange parts of town!  I hope that I have taught him how to make a chicken stretch for more than one day, and that you have to pay your rent, car and other bills before you can go out and play.  I hope that I showed him how to iron properly and to do a load of wash with separated clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-3893061350486953432?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/3893061350486953432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=3893061350486953432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/3893061350486953432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/3893061350486953432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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He wanted to stay home and watch television all day eat scones, read the paper and stay in jammie ALL DAY.  I made him go to school.  When was the last time that I could stay home and STAY IN MY JAMMIE ALL DAY LONG????  It has been awhile.  I have tried, I get my big bowl of coffee, and sit on the recliner getting ready to watch all the morning shows my mind can soak up in one sitting.  The guilt starts when a commercial comes on, my coffee is empty so I go upstairs, while taking a load of clean clothes with me.  Then when the morning light hits my kitchen  you can see every single peice of dirt on the floor and mark on my white counter tops.  So then I tell myself, ill just celan it up wont take that long, two hours later, I have a diet coke and am getting ready to sit back into the reclinder, when the dog wants outside.  I let her out, realize that the leaves are all over the yard, and also dog messes, I proceed to shut the door and go back and sit down, then get back up and next commercial and spend the next 20 minutes raking and cleaning the yard (small yard).  Needless to say the day is shot to hell cuz now I need a shower and can cook and mess up the kitchen, do wash.. omg let me stop here.&lt;br /&gt;My sons day off - sleep till 10 am.  watch cartoons in bed for about an hour.  walk downstairs, get a bowl of cereal, take dog dowstairs, dropping cerreal on the way down, dog picks it up.. lets the dog out, forgets to bring recycling until he hears the truck coming and tries to carry the bin inside and up the stairs and drips all over my carpet...  misses the recycling man, takes stuff ack downstairs, hoping the beer smell dries off of his shirt so he doesnt have to go upstairs to change shirt.  Eats another bowl of cereal since he is having brunch.  2 hours later, makes a grilled cheese since he forget he partook on brunch.  Dogs bowls are empty.  Bryant throws the dog a bone.  and so on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6014498624691332272?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6014498624691332272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6014498624691332272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6014498624691332272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6014498624691332272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/11/4-hours-of-school-is-killer.html' title='4 hours of school is a killer'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4174653309460835458</id><published>2007-11-21T12:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:08:43.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.splatdesigns.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/lkwait/splatcontest.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-4174653309460835458?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4174653309460835458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=4174653309460835458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4174653309460835458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4174653309460835458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-8746564680608509521</id><published>2007-11-14T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:04:55.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashcards'/><title type='text'>No more football</title><content type='html'>Bryant has been trying to spend his time doing productive things around the house since he is not in football any more.  He has forgotten to take out the garbage, left dirty dishes in the sink and complained about being bored.  He is starting to eat me out of house and home.  If I buy ice cream, it is fine til I open the ice cream then in two days it is gone.  So I do not buy ice cream.  Same goes with if I make a pie and/or cake, he is a cake person.  He is  not a huge chocolate eater, nor chips and such.  And he loves to drink my fresca.  At least it is healthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he tells me that he is going to stay late after school and hang out.  Does he not realize that he has a project due byt he end of the month and the rest of the month is going to fly by because of all the holidays?  He also has a biology test this Friday - I got him to make flash cards but he has not looked at them.  And looking at them while in the bathroom just does not count.  Needless to say I will not be testing him with him flashcards.  He was cool this weekend, hung out with me most of the time and helped out at the Moose Sunday and talked M into hiring him back on friday nights, since the person that works there now sucks.  He usually makes about 100 bucks a night, can you imagine how much he is going to make when he gets a real job.  Yes, I know this is a real job but the only reason why he works here is becuase he is not old enough to work at a regular restaurant.  I am thinking he is going to go for Red Hot and Blue up the street since we are friends with one of the managers.  Who knows.  I told him to stay away from fast food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to move out again and even told me that when he has enough money he will help me out so that we dont have to move back with him.. odd boy he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-8746564680608509521?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8746564680608509521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=8746564680608509521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8746564680608509521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8746564680608509521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-football.html' title='No more football'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2614200576021612892</id><published>2007-11-01T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:14:59.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want my son to experience</title><content type='html'>Number one - to experience financial hardship, to have to figure out how to make that check last until the next one, and which bills are more important that the other, want him to know what it is like to work for things that you need as well as want, and to learn what is the difference between wants and needs - yet appreciate how well he has it when he is able to get a want, and to know what it is like to savor it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two - I want him to experience being a father.  his father was not always there for him and I have taught Bryant everything I can about unconditional love and everything in between.  I want him to be able to experience the feeling when a newborn is placed in your arms and that feeling at that moment.  I also want him to finally realize what it means to him to be daddy's little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number three - i want him to experience death so he knows how valueable life is and to live it to its fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2614200576021612892?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2614200576021612892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2614200576021612892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2614200576021612892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2614200576021612892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-i-want-my-son-to-experience.html' title='Things I want my son to experience'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6249006746589574312</id><published>2007-11-01T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:06:42.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><title type='text'>Halloween downers</title><content type='html'>Son did not dress up as a girl, him and D chickened out at the last minute, which was fine.  They left the house around 7, I hardly saw any trick or treaters at all.  It was a shame, I love to see all the costumes that the kids dress up in now adays.  Amazing how many people think that wearing street clothing qualifies you for free candy.  But the one kid said he was a street rat.. I was going to give him a piece of cheese and see what he would have said to that.  But, I chose to be the adult here LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove son to school this morning and of course I had to drop him off a block away, in the dark so he wouldn't be seen with me.  Not that I was disappointed cuz then I didnt have to make any turns to get on the beltway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this weekend is going to be fun, the entire family is going to go to Calleo for a Moose pool tournament. Bryant is going to be playing and I think that he has gotten so much better with his playing that he should rock a few of them there men's world.  We are leaving Friday around noon and getting back on Sunday of course.  Son has been playing pool for 3 years now, and it definately shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6249006746589574312?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6249006746589574312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6249006746589574312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6249006746589574312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6249006746589574312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-downers.html' title='Halloween downers'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-1199443706810881012</id><published>2007-10-31T14:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:31:35.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space</title><content type='html'>ok so I log on to see what my son has been up to in the wonderful world of MySpace and I see that he has a new picture taken. He has no shirt on. This is from the teenager that doesn't want his mother to see him without a shirt yet the entire universe can see he happy trail. So interesting. Anyways, I just logged on to see what he was up too. I cant believe he has 286 friends though. I wonder who they are, he never wants to talk to me so I now know it is becuase he is sooo tired from talking to everyone else. I then sign into his hotmail account, and find out he also has a facebook account. He is on more networks than I am. Interesting how easy it is for kids to catch on to these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-1199443706810881012?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1199443706810881012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=1199443706810881012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1199443706810881012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1199443706810881012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-space.html' title='My Space'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4417672567681123391</id><published>2007-10-31T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:21:00.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Picture of Bryant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/RyidUQVFAxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RxV5V4yV2Jg/s1600-h/Bryant+Pirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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I have told him for all these years how much fun it was to make the costume and wear it on this great pumpkin night.  He doesn't get it and I am wondering if it is a Girl thing.  I made his costumes when he was younger and he always won pizes for them.  One year he was a werewolf and I think I used too much superglue on his face for the hair, particularly near his hair line.  He was not very happy when it came time to take off the hair.  Needless to say, he went to school for a few days with sideburns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he might dress up like a girl, I told him I had some skinny clothes that he can borrow and I can do their makeup.  That would be cute.  I dont think that I am going to do the block party thing tonight, I want to stay inside (its cold out) brrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-8753468593396452453?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8753468593396452453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=8753468593396452453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8753468593396452453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8753468593396452453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2641747229255133306</id><published>2007-10-23T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:05:26.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend was fast and with Homecoming done this means that the holidays are right around the corner.  I can't believe it. &lt;br /&gt;Halloween, Thanksgiving, a few birthdays, then Christmas and then some more birthdays.  Ugh.  I have no idea how I am going to organize all of this, but a fellow blogger is turning me on to something, so I am going to use it and see how it goes.  Hopefully it will help the days go by more organized. I do not want to be busy each and every day of the holidays but I want to make sure that I get everything done for them.  Interesting I am going to see how this goes.  I printed off all of the forms that i am going to think that I will use and then go from there.  i want to make sure that this holiday year, the first successful one since I have been back in the house and I want to make sure that it is perfect.  I want to have all the dinners and parties at my house and I am hoping that it will be very successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2641747229255133306?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2641747229255133306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2641747229255133306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2641747229255133306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2641747229255133306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-was-fast-and-with-homecoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-5889930100775104398</id><published>2007-10-23T09:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:51:31.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-5889930100775104398?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5889930100775104398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=5889930100775104398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5889930100775104398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5889930100775104398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6278145195073066282</id><published>2007-10-16T12:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:33:20.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Two.. Breath.. focus...</title><content type='html'>The chill of fall has come and with that comes warmer blankets and snuggle time.  I will enjoy putting the shorts and short sleeved shirts away for sweats, cozy sweaters, and socks.   Saturday someone had their fireplace going which means that soon we will havet to scope out some firewood of our very own.  We haven't had to buy firewood forever.  Since when our neighbors moved they gave us theirs. &lt;br /&gt;This was my yesterday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I am PMSing and no I did not have a relaxing night. Let me tell you =)&lt;br /&gt;Went to work yesterday, went to the grocery store at lunch so I wouldn't have to do it after work. So I get off of work, LATE... Go get in the car and drive half way down the garage... Forgot the checkbook, since Brian needed today. So then I am screaming as I am driving back to the fourth floor, get out of car, walk all the way back into the building, go to my floor, and walk all the way down the corridor, get said checkbook, and then repeat process to get to car.. Drive in rush hour traffic... To get home, put groceries away, realize I forgot bread... Have to go to another grocery store... Then I am dealing with Brian who had security detail last night so didn’t get off of work till 6, he is going to get Bryant, he is late cuz of traffic, so instead of calling Bryant to tell him to wait, he calls me... I am coming out of grocery store with dinner, and yes I got the bread... Phone is ringing that gawd awful "oh where oh where" I at this point have to put groceries into handicap chair so I can find my frigging phone in my darn suitcase.. Find the phone and am trying to remain calm. He tells me about his traffic woes, so I ask him, did Bryant call you? "no" he says, so I then ask, "did you call Bryant" he then says NO.. I then want to scream into the phone, "Then why in the hell are you calling me when you should be calling Bryant. Instead in my calm voice, I say "oh, ok umm then I will call him." and I did call Bryant... And after I tell him Brian is running late he says can you tell him... I made him call Brian himself and tell him whatever he was going to say. OMG then I get home and have to run around the house to make sure nothing is out of order.. Well not really but pretty much... I have a strong screwdriver... Deal with Brian bitching and watching him eat dinner... Go downstairs to actually relax.. It is 7:53.. Ask Brian if he wants a diet coke, he says yes.. I get the diet coke and a beer for me. LOLOLOL..&lt;br /&gt;And then after all this whe wanted sex omg!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I am not much better today as he has emailed me about not finding his damn blue socks 20 times today. I am going to go and buy him a pair and make him eat them.&lt;br /&gt;So don't mind me if I am bitchy tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6278145195073066282?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6278145195073066282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6278145195073066282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6278145195073066282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6278145195073066282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-two-breath-focus.html' title='One Two.. Breath.. focus...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-9217018449741222908</id><published>2007-10-14T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:20:09.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a long weekend</title><content type='html'>Break the cycle of Domestic Abuse.  However hard, there is always someone who can help.  I know of people who will take care of dogs, help find a place to live and job skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be studying right now, it is going.  I am having a hard time getting my act together.  Info systems is easy, but the finance is just something that I cannot get.  I have to read some more and make a better effort I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should hear something about the job this week.  I am hoping that I get it.  Me and the hubinator have been thinking about getting a double wide down in Conway, near Myrtle Beach.  They are inexpensive and if I can afford the mortgage with my raise I am going to do it.  We shall see, a friend on mine nad I will be driving down for a road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I have cramps again.  Why is that?  I do not want any more children, I have a teenager and he keeps me plenty busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of - we left him alone today and gave him a list of chores to do... he did them, his way...  I asked him to take the clothes out of the dryer... he did, and he put them on top of the dryer.  I asked him to clean out the cat box, he did... and left all the cat litter on the floor, which is in HIS bathroom... odd. I am glad I only have one, I dont think I could have handled any more than him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to go back to work heh!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I will find time to tell you about my weekend.  It was good but very busy, more on this tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-9217018449741222908?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/9217018449741222908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=9217018449741222908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/9217018449741222908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/9217018449741222908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-long-weekend.html' title='End of a long weekend'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-1782198820452903107</id><published>2007-10-12T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:06:13.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old post from other blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took Bryant to work this morning, he is helping a friend with his new house.  so I jumped out of bed and threw tennies on.  dropped him off and on my way back home, i was behind a white truck, that was not slowing down for a red light, i was talking to Brian on the phone and i said omg he is going to go through the red light and BAM the white truck hits a nice black car and should have flipped over, but drove on two wheels for a fwe seconds before coming back down on all four tires.  She must have been going faster than the speed limit.  SO all this happens, I hang up with Brian park on the side and get out of my car since no one else was frigging idiots... and then i see that i am wearing my jammies with no bra.. wonderful omg!!!!  Cant think of myself.  I go over to the lady of the black car and she is shaking, she is fine... she just got the new car last week, and i told her i saw everything and the other driver ran the red light and I was right behind her.  VDOT got out of their trucks and went to the other driver, omg she could have hit that big orange truck cuz they said when they saw her coming, they stopped.  SO now I am talking to the VDOT people with jammes and no bra...Cops come, they take down my information, information from the lady with jammies and no bra on, and they were hot men omg!! The blck lady opens her back door nad omg there is a little boy in there, thank the lord he was ok.  He was in a 5 point car seat, around 2 and he was very calm.  The lady is calling her mom, crying.  Telling me her new car is all over telegraph road.  So the the firetrucks with more hot men showup to see the lady with her jammies on and no bra.  that was it.  I wished the lady well told her that the police have my information and good luck.  As i was walking back to my car, im holding my front so my boobs dont jiggle LOL, then the ambulance shows up.Moral of the story, when you see an accident and three cars have not stopped, just stop to make sure everyone is ok, don't be afraid that they are dead or dying, your adrenaline will kick in and take over (flight or fight).  When we lived in Sicily and being military you had to stop if there was not three cars on the side of the road already.  If you didnt, you can risk losing your driving priveledges.  I would want them to stop for me ya know.  Anyways - I have a bra on and will keep one in my car for emergencies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-1782198820452903107?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/1782198820452903107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=1782198820452903107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1782198820452903107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/1782198820452903107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-post-from-other-blog.html' title='Old post from other blog...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-2374967949823907365</id><published>2007-10-12T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:04:39.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 25 things</title><content type='html'>Twenty five things that make me really happy&lt;br /&gt;1) getting my new People Magazine in the mail, untorn&lt;br /&gt;2) Hubby going out of town&lt;br /&gt;3) Waking up on Saturday monring early and without a hangover&lt;br /&gt;4) Hazelnut Coffee&lt;br /&gt;5) Weekends of free pay channels&lt;br /&gt;6) Finishing a good book&lt;br /&gt;7) Jamming on the stereo on the way home from work&lt;br /&gt;8) Getting to go to the grocery by  myself&lt;br /&gt;9) Leftover lasagna&lt;br /&gt;10) The smell of the beach&lt;br /&gt;11) Having clean sheets on the bed on Sunday mornings&lt;br /&gt;12) When my dog loves me&lt;br /&gt;13) Taking a framable picture&lt;br /&gt; 14) Girls night out&lt;br /&gt;15) winning, at anything&lt;br /&gt;16) a really clean house&lt;br /&gt;17) finding 20 bucks in the washer/dryer and not telling anyone&lt;br /&gt;18) birthday cake in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;19) the smell of oranges and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;20) boxes from Amazon on my porch&lt;br /&gt;21) birthday gifts&lt;br /&gt;22) having closets and drawers organized&lt;br /&gt;23) grilled cheese and tomato soup&lt;br /&gt;24) STARBUCKS&lt;br /&gt;25) knowing that i am liked and loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-2374967949823907365?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/2374967949823907365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=2374967949823907365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2374967949823907365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/2374967949823907365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-25-things.html' title='My 25 things'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-8957362402738506496</id><published>2007-10-12T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:46:57.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's word is M...</title><content type='html'>I stayed home today so that I could cook Stuffed Shells for 100 people tomorrow night.  I have been up for 4 hours.  Have I accomplished this?  Well, I made it to the grocery store, bought said items, and came home, put items away and have been sitting in front of laptop and watching The Today show.  The lady that sings the toes and wrinkles her nose song is on.  Great fun happy song.  I would love to be holding babies while this song was plaing and smelling their wonderful bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. yea too much coffee today, can you tell?  Hubinator has a golf tournament for Make a Wish today so I have the entire house to myself.  Of course I am not telling anyone that I took the day off.  My secret, and of course any one who reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryant had to sit out his first football game last night.  He failed a biology test.  Plain and simple.  He failed.  The entire ride home he had to tell me that it wasnt his fault.  Finally I pulled to the side of the road and just let him have it.  He is 14 years old and needs to start accepting responsibilty for his actions and needs to realize when he can be lazy and when he needs to put his ears between a text book.  Doesn't matter if you think your teacher doesn't like you.  What are you going to do when your boss doesn't like you, (By the way that didnt work becasue in the world of Bryant, Bryant would just quit his job and start his own business).  Needless to say when he got home we made flash cards and did repeatitive word games to help him learn that Mitrocondria is what turns food into energy (I used a muscle for comparision since they both start with the letter M).  He was better and he even told the hubinator right away instead of trying to hide it.  Good for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-8957362402738506496?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8957362402738506496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=8957362402738506496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8957362402738506496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8957362402738506496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-word-is-m.html' title='Today&apos;s word is M...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4537703543094054607</id><published>2007-10-04T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:25:06.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am reading this one blog about losing weight, and maintaining it. She was stagnant like me nad very busy again like me and yet she always found time to exercise and eat right. She has 6 kids I have 1. You do the math. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I am snoring and weight close to 250. This in itself makes me feel very sad and unresponsive to anything but another cheese sammich. I need to do something. My knees hurt, my arms are numb at night, my back hurts and I havent run in a year.... at least... I read all of these other blogs about how easy it is and how fast that they lost the weight and that makes me even sadder. I did it once, lost lots of pounds, had the best legs of my life and looks really really good no matter what a wore... ok so my friends courdory jacket kinda scared Brian off the first and only time I wore it in his presence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know when I am going to start this... I dont want to use pills, but I need to go to the store and get chicken, good food and some good walking shoes... I have a MP3 player for some good music and I can fix my pedometer (Batteries).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So when am I going to do this... I can exercise - before work - on my lunch break - after work.. i dunno... before work and lunch break would seem to work the best... On the weekends I can go to the trach and run/walk laps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eating is the hard part - i always want to eat what the hubby is eating.. whether it be ribs, fast food or whatever. I need to do this for me and with or without his support I need to focus on me. Maybe I will meet some awesome handsom guy *swoon*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-4537703543094054607?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4537703543094054607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=4537703543094054607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4537703543094054607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4537703543094054607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/10/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-648521270068144722</id><published>2007-05-29T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T09:28:51.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May is almost gone???</title><content type='html'>Where has the time gone?  This entire year is moving too fast and to top it off, Bryant is now counting down the days till summer, like he has some great trip he is going to go on, or some excited life he is going to lead.  Doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian went to play golf on Sunday, it was funny to hear the stories and of course Mr. H had them dimples going on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am going to write about the Moose. Funny stories of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this would be chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am talking with friends who have no idea what i do on the weekends they think that my life is full of exciting stories and commentary about the people around me.  I am the water cooler, they come to me to hear about what people their same age do on a Friday and/or Saturday night.  Well, this Tuessday was no exception.  I was getting ready to start digging into my emails when I get a "ping"  I look on my Instant Messenger and see Type A personality write, "&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not in a good mood, please humor me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"  I knew exactly what she wanted, she is like a dog waiting for the biscuit, on the hind legs, drooling, slight whimper.  Type A personality was in my clutches, all the while I am thinking, shall i tell the truth, embellish, add a cute guy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to the lounge, sat up at the bar with a friend and proceeded to have a beer.  I brought a few bottles of vodka with me but I wanted to taste the ice cold beer going down my throat, my dry throat, yumm.  When you are sitting around the bar - or any bar for that matter. you start listening to the people around you talking.  Most of them you know since it is a family bar, and you know most of their family.  It is nice in some aspects but then in others it bad because then they know EVERYTHING!!! Hello - leave me alone.  Anyways - The lady behind the bar is cool and she is very nice to be around but she alos has that hollerier that thou attitude that is finally getting on my nerves!!!  She is listening to everyone, added her two cents, and when I want to say hello dont you have a bar to wipe down, an ashtry to empty or something that will keep you from listening to everyone's conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the cook.  The cook cannot be names because it changes all of the time.  Most of the time you have men volunteering to cook, on taco night, pizza night and Monday night you have guys trying to hid from their wives by coming up to the Lounge to cook.  They also listen in with a great might and try to find out gossip.  True gossipers at the Lounge are the women, for some reason they do more than just wash their hands in the bathroom.  As the water runs so do their mouths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have the managers and other staff.  Most of the are ready to retire, and no one knows what they will do when these people are gone.  You have the Big Cheese, who will do anything for you, no matter what.  She is kind and a hard worker.  She is also Big Cheese of the saga's that develop at the Lounge.  She knows all and is the solver of all Lounge problems.  She can go back 50 years when the women were not allowed in the Lounge or how when they were allowed in, they were not able to sit at the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more - for another time perhaps......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-648521270068144722?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/648521270068144722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=648521270068144722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/648521270068144722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/648521270068144722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-is-almost-gone.html' title='May is almost gone???'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-8617978502876920017</id><published>2007-05-21T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:23:16.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>Gosh where does the time fly when you are working, going to school and also raising a family, husband included?  I feel as though it has been an entire year since I have posted and so much has been going on that I need to document a little bit of what is going on only so I do not forget how much I have to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was great had a scrapping shindig to attend.  It was great and very entertaining especially at 4 am when there was a symphony in the dorm room of everyone snoring, I wish I was snoring too at that time cuz then I know I would have been sleeping!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home early evening and just vegged out for the rest of the night.  Didn't sleep well, reason being that I think I was dreaming of the cricut machine noises that it makes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-8617978502876920017?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/8617978502876920017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=8617978502876920017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8617978502876920017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/8617978502876920017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-7326149014027895393</id><published>2007-03-13T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:46:33.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful memories</title><content type='html'>So I was reading a post on another blog that I read religiously, and she was talking about how her son fell off a stool and landing on his head.  God, as soon as I read that I was floating back in time to when I moved into a house in Idaho, great house right on a creek, and I was in the kitchen unpacking all of the crap I owned.  Bryant was 2 at the time and he was dancing in the living room to the music that was playing (Actually it was Barney but I try to block that out of my mind as well) and all of a sudden I heard the noise... a huge thump... the silence... I stood there in the kitchen and waited... scared to go out and see... then fast forward the screams started and I awoke from my shock.  I ran to the living room and saw the blood squirting from his head like a pulse and Bryant was crying... I scooped him up and took him in the kitchen.  Thank god all of my teaching came handy and I knew that head wounds bleed alot.. ALOT.. so then I held a towel to his head and consoled him.  All the while I am thinking in my head omg it is going to take me 30 minutes to get to the hospital and I have no idea where it is.  I then got the bleeding to stop and took him to a grandmotherly figure who had raised 4 boys.  She was awesome.  She said that he could use a stitch but he should be ok, not to let him sleep for awhile, watch his eyeballs, and watch for puking etc.  and dont give him any drugs for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the most that he had scared me like that.. well until he sliced his hand open on a rusty nail in a tree.. or when I thought he had appendicitis and we go to the Ft Belvior ER only to find out my son has enough poop in him to create his own memorial... bit that is a different post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-7326149014027895393?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/7326149014027895393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=7326149014027895393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7326149014027895393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/7326149014027895393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/03/wonderful-memories.html' title='Wonderful memories'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-5091496545727652923</id><published>2007-03-12T22:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:24:37.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>ESTJs thrive on order and continuity. Being extraverted, their focus involves organization of people, which translates into supervision. While ENTJs enjoy organizing and mobilizing people according to their own theories and tactically based agendas, ESTJs are content to enforce "the rules," often dictated by tradition or handed down from a higher authority.&lt;br /&gt;ESTJs are joiners. They seek out like-minded companions in clubs, civic groups, churches and other service organizations. The need for belonging is woven into the fiber of SJs. The family likewise is a central focus for ESTJs, and attendance at such events as weddings, funerals and family reunions is obligatory.&lt;br /&gt;Tradition is important to the ESTJ. Holidays, birthdays and other annual celebrations are remembered and observed often religiously by this type. The ESTJ is inclined to seek out his roots, to trace the family heritage back to honored ancestors both for a sense of family respectability and for a sense of security and belonging.&lt;br /&gt;Service, the tangible expression of responsibility, is another key focus for ESTJs. They love to provide and to receive good service. The ESTJ merchant who provides dependable service has done much to enhance her self image.&lt;br /&gt;ESTJs have an acute sense for orthodoxy. Much of their evaluation of persons and activities reflects their strong sense of what is "normal" and what isn't. ESTJ humor is frequently centered around something or someone being off center or behaving abnormally.&lt;br /&gt;ESTJs promote the work ethic. Power, position and prestige should be worked for and earned. Laziness is rarely viewed with ambivalence nor benevolence by this type.&lt;br /&gt;Some men can make decisions and some cannot. Some men fret and delay under criticism. I used to have a saying1 that applies here, and I note that some people have picked it up. --&lt;a href="http://www.trumanlibrary.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Harry S. Truman&lt;/a&gt;, Mr. Citizen 1"If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;The ESTJ is outspoken, a person of principles, which are readily expressed. The ESTJ is not afraid to stand up for what she believes is right even in the face of overwhelming odds. ESTJs are able to make the tough calls.&lt;br /&gt;Occupations attracting ESTJs include teaching, coaching, banking, political office, and management at all levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-5091496545727652923?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/5091496545727652923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=5091496545727652923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5091496545727652923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/5091496545727652923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/03/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-4340062369309313340</id><published>2007-03-12T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:27:16.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue balls and dogs...'/><title type='text'>Weekend recap</title><content type='html'>Well the weekend was good, very boring but good.  I was thinking that I have not had sex since November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by listening to my son ask questions about sex, girls, sex, money, sex, and other things unremembered that I have been abstaining to teach him that abstienance rules!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He first asked me is doggie style is anal sex.  I said no.  I did not say anything else until provoked.  I did not make eye contact, yes I wanted to avoid this and just tell him, "Say no to drugs and sex", but I had to make sure I was as open as I could be and of course I could hear nothing with my head buried deep in the shag carpet.. speaking of which, who spilled the koolaid.  Koolaid was so much simplier time, laughing and kissing boo boos.  I get slapped back to reality when he says, "Well, what it is?"  What is what I ask... you know... doggie style, omg I had to go there, why cant he wait till his father comes home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I manage to tell him, next thing I know he is rolling around on the floor giggling and uncontrollably drooling.  Whew, there is no way he is having sex any time soon if he still laughs like that.  Whew!!! BUT then came more questions.  how to cats do it.. where is the penis on a cat or dog... cuz if it was long enough then it would rub on the cement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby.  OK next question he asked for this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey mom there was this kid who had was holding two blue balls and the older kids we laughing at him.  OMG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-4340062369309313340?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/4340062369309313340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=4340062369309313340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4340062369309313340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/4340062369309313340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend recap'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-6989162402853056137</id><published>2007-02-20T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:43:59.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voodoo'/><title type='text'>Mother-Son time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok so Bryant and I spent some quality time together tonight watching Serpent and the Rainbow, then he wanted to google "voodoo" and find out more about it.  It is odd what will strike a kids fancy but I told him not to screw with the religion, he will find himself in a dark place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things have been going.  School will be done in 7 days and I cannot wait.  I am worried though becuase the people in my Wednesday night group have not been communicating and I am not sure if we are presenting tomorrow night or next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-6989162402853056137?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/6989162402853056137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=6989162402853056137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6989162402853056137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/6989162402853056137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/02/mother-son-time.html' title='Mother-Son time'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-116854957326697336</id><published>2007-01-11T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:06:13.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning</title><content type='html'>I figure now that my son is 14 years old I can start sharing the story of how he was born.  I think I have forgotten the pain by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married his dad in 1990.  I knew him for a short while and we got along great.  As the years went on we also got along great as long as we were not in the same room.  He travelled alot with work, and at that time there was no email, phones or gadgets on aircraft carriers.  Just the old fashioned mail system.  so we grew apart and I wanted to live and he wanted to party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pregnant many times, each time getting alittle farther along and each time crying my eyeballs out for months after until i got pregnant again.  I was married to a person who had no feelings, who did not want to listen and who had better things to do.  I had to cope on my own, and I was young too.  Oh well.  So I get all the genetics testing done and the doctors says... your immune system is killling the fetus.  Ok got it, so what do I do to make it stay.  STERIODS baby.  wonderful suckage drug let me tell you!!!!!  Well me and the hubby moved thinking that that would help the relationship, but in all honesty I think he was getting me ready with a cheap ass place so he could bail.  We had sex once, I had a cold and we had to christen our new apartment ya know.  So then the next few weeks I am dealing with Steve leaving, having a major cold and debating on breaking a lease and moving in with my mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?? hint.. Vomit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I was pregnant.  Ok so I figure not going to tell anyone cuz it isnt going to last long.  I wanted to wait and not tell a soul.  I didnt even tell my mother.  I was sick alot too, lost some weight and was on the midnight shift (In the military) and so i could sleep all I want.  Which I did.  I slept all day, when I got home from work, then took a nap around 9, went to work at 1030, then took a cat nap at work.  I was in sleep heaven.  I still remember to this day how much I would sleep.  I only wish I could sleep that much now.  Heh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved to eat that nasty dinty moore beef stew with faktaters, all mixed together. Now the smell makes me sick to my stomach and I haven't eaten it since.  (rememebr my son is 14 years old)  I also loved cereal,  peanut butter, and chili cheese fries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of bacon would make me vomit, and that was about it.  Once I was getting my hair cut, it was ubber long, and I had my first hot flash and I thought I was going to faint and throw up at the same time.  Not a good way to feel at a mall, next to a jack in the box (barf).  I was able to stay in my clothes for 6-7 months since you could tell i really didnt eat that much and I slept alot.  I gained 26 pounds for the entire pregnancy.  Not too shabby.  When I went back to work I was able to wear the same dungarees I did when i wasnt pregnant (That only lasted a week though, I thought I was going to faint from holding my stomach in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me about the boobies.  I couldn't make up my mind if I should breastfeed or not.  So I went back and forth especially since Bryant wasn't eating.  All he did for the first three days of his life was sleep away like nothing mattered to him... and of course, did I sleep??  Hell no, I wanted my baby to wake up so I could play with it.  So then I get home and since I went to formula, I saw that my breasts were HUGE!!!!  So in order to relieve the pressure that was killing me what did I do??? I pumped, thinking that would help... well it did for like an hour.. so I would pump again... and again.... you get the picture... after about a week I gave up and went through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain speaking of which, I also had a epidural headache and was in constant pain until I went back and they scabbed over the insicion.  That was pain.  Wow and I thought I forgot all about this pain.  I guess not, but all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got home, bryant had colic.  This is when I wanted him to sleep and he wouldn't.  he was just not on my side of the team.  I did not want him to have colic and I was asking all of my friends.  And none of them had kids and one lady said, stick soap up his butt, thats what my mom did to me (he was consipated so I thought that this was why he was colicy)  I took him to the doctor but the doc said that I need to feed him 2 ounces then burp him for a few minutes then repeat.  I told her that I was allergic (highly) to milk when I was an infant, but did she listen??? nope.  So this went on for weeks, then when my old lady of a nanny was getting frazzled, I switched bryant to soy and omg... 2 days later and he was great!!!!  He got a huge red butt from the change but omg he was an angel, finally my angel was home.  I think this saved him from shaken baby syndrome from that old lady... This is bringing back memories of me standing at her apt door and listening her talk to bryant.... wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you that I went through another tramatic experience, besides childbirth??  Well, i was getting ultrasounds all the time since I was high risk.  After they told me what I was having, I never had them tell me again, I figured they know what they said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Bryant was supposed to be a girl.  Her name was Sydney James.  LOL I had a pink baby shower... It was like a pepto bismo party with out the song that they sing.  Well when it popped out it had a penis and if my son turns out gay, I will know why... It took me weeks to address bryant as he.  It was always... I ned to change her now, I need to feed her... why is she crying.. is she asleep.. and plus with me thinking girl thoughts throughout my pregnancy, one can only wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also tell you that when I would wake up to feed the baby I felt that i had to eat too??? Since it was the holidays, there was muchies all around and oh boy!! And like I said, I didnt breastfed so I didnt get that extra weight lose incentive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also tell you that my mother would not watch him, would not help.  I know some parents are like that she thought that they were so close and always talk.  I was living with her, and she wouldn't help.  All she did was bitch about Steve not helping.  Fun Fun!!!!   It's odd, I know that when I am a grandparent I would want to help out my kids and snuggle with the babies and spoil them rotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-116854957326697336?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116854957326697336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=116854957326697336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116854957326697336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116854957326697336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-116731587159496775</id><published>2006-12-28T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T09:24:31.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So it has been awhile - sue me</title><content type='html'>So i joined Spark people, this should be interesting since I have no idea who half of these people are who I am sharing my dark secrets that need to stay in the closet. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays were grand and I am really looking forward to the new years.  But like everyone and thier mother, they will have the same weight loss goals and herds of fat people like me will go to the gym and try to work out everyday and the gym will be packed, and I dressed in an oversized t-shirt so my flab dont show will hopefully blend in and not be noticed by the hot man over there, you know, the one with the bit of grey in his hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again maybe I will make a friend and we can drool over the men. HAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-116731587159496775?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116731587159496775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=116731587159496775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116731587159496775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116731587159496775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-it-has-been-awhile-sue-me.html' title='So it has been awhile - sue me'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-116222281110040208</id><published>2006-10-30T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:40:11.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An America Blog</title><content type='html'>All morning I have been looking through blogs and it is only giving me ones from other countries.   Things are kinda slow at work today.  I am catching up on alot of things that have been on the back burner.  Newsletter Hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy woman has been telling people that she was puking all night, and in between sentences she is having thick coughs.. gross.  I think that I am going to die here because if I don't catch something then one of her boyfriends are going to come into here and start shooting people away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG now she thinks that she may be pregnant.  yet, she had her tubes tied and he got her period 2 weeks ago.  I swear some people when they have these discussions they should go into an office.  And she was/is now discussing gross stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-116222281110040208?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116222281110040208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=116222281110040208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116222281110040208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116222281110040208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2006/10/america-blog.html' title='An America Blog'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-116179460233955979</id><published>2006-10-25T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T12:43:22.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now departing Jessica  H......</title><content type='html'>Ok so we had to have a webcasting for our monthly meeting today, I thought it would be cool cuz then I could like listen and do other work while not being rude, so here I am phone on mute, listening to people come on and depart and then blah!!! My boss calls, so then I pick up the phone, which in turn disconnects me from the conference and it hung up my boss.  Too funny.  well the boss calls back and I act like nothing happens and I dont even bother to get back on the meeting because it annouces when you arrive and also depart.  Not something that i want to live through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok.... so the diet thing... well it is going... going to hell in a handbasket.  I have determined that I cannot go without my bread or fruit for that matter.  So I think that I am going to do healthy for life.  I like the recipes, the book is easy to read.  You get to eat bread and also fruit YUMMMOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I have cheated like hell on the south beach thing... while throwing out the bad food in the house, I have been taking abite out of each thing before it goes in the garbage.. ok pizza... take a bite, then the donuts.. take a bite.. then the bread rools.. but I had to put butter on them so I used my smart balance margerine, so I am starting to succum to the treasured ideals of dieting.  Isnt that just peechee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans tonight - moose of course... then a beer or two heh... some tacos... Lite beer, and shells for the tacos, nor real cheese so there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-116179460233955979?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116179460233955979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=116179460233955979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116179460233955979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116179460233955979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-departing-jessica-h.html' title='Now departing Jessica  H......'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-116179350544784809</id><published>2006-10-25T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T12:25:05.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone to Plaid: The Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://carmenhasgonetoplaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gone to Plaid: The Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-116179350544784809?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116179350544784809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=116179350544784809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116179350544784809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116179350544784809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2006/10/gone-to-plaid-blog.html' title='Gone to Plaid: The Blog'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-116169035354866611</id><published>2006-10-24T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T07:45:53.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First real day on the diet</title><content type='html'>Ok so last night after work I went to the grocery and shelled out enough money for a months worth of regular food, with 1-2 weeks of diet food.  The killer is, is that it wasn't really anything I wouldnt have eated before... greens, veggies, chicken.. I bought a few things for the boys so that they were not exposed to my eating habits.. although I am changing margerine on them.  I spent a half an hour getting my breakfast, lunch and snacks ready and what do I do??? I leave them in the car.  I am sure it will still be good when I go out for a break, smoke break that is.  I am also cheating already and having 1 cup of coffee (caffinated) I cant go cold turkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn if I were to read this I would think that I have major issues... do I have major issues?/ Other than, I cant go out to the moose with the ideal of getting wasted, I cant smoke in extreme only because I dont want to hear anyone tell me how bad it is for me when I have already given up bread, carbs, real cheese, carbs, bread... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  With my V-8 in my tummy and a few peices of egg and bacon I am ready to start working with full force.. waiting for the impending doom of &lt;em&gt;the headache!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-116169035354866611?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116169035354866611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=116169035354866611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116169035354866611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116169035354866611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-real-day-on-diet.html' title='First real day on the diet'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-116163407885177843</id><published>2006-10-23T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:13:08.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ewwww... yuck.. omg gag!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ricotti cheese with cocoa powder????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I now know why this diet is soo good... You want to gag everytime you eat, so you dont eat haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my other life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessiebeans.livejournal.com"&gt;http://jessiebeans.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/jessiebeans"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-116163407885177843?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116163407885177843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=116163407885177843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116163407885177843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116163407885177843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2006/10/ewwww-yuck-omg-gag.html' title='ewwww... yuck.. omg gag!!!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-116163195589794174</id><published>2006-10-23T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:32:36.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another manic Monday</title><content type='html'>Planning to start the wonderful diet of no bread or fruit tomorrow.  I have to hit the grocery store today after work and I am hoping that I will spend less than 100 bucks.  We will see, it has been so long since I have done the diet that has done nothing but give me a headache and of course the classic constipation.  So I will be a living biotch for the next week... no bread.. no zoloft, no caffiene (Although I am purchasing some Excedrin so that I have some caffiene)  I have co workers that might in fact kill me if I do not have caffiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost weight the last time that I did this diet.  But of course, I would go to Food Lion on my way home to pick up the chicken and lo and behold 6 krispy kreme donuts wound up in my car.  I would not know how in the world they got there but damn if they didnt wind up in my mouth all gone in the 10 minutes it took me to get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to write for a long time and now I am thinking that if I journal my life while a part of this prison it should help.  granted I know this is what i need in order to lose weight so that my ankles, kneecaps and fingers will stop huritng.  So that my husband can sleep at night since I wont be snoring.  Holy hell batman I have alot to do. &lt;br /&gt;I figure if I can get through the first two weeks of this without cheating or killing someone then I would be doing ok and I might stay on this diet for a few weeks and see what happens.  I need to lose 100 pounds.. I cant run until I lose weight so if I can lose enough to be able to run again.. I will be rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband will of course be an ass.. omg what the hell is this..?? it looks like green string... umm celery you idiot now support me on this diet or die is all I can say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will promise to write in my journal every almost day.  Whether I have cheated or not.  If I have killed or maimed someone you will find a confession (not signed) on here.  And please what ever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont even ask me to quit smoking right now dammit!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-116163195589794174?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116163195589794174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=116163195589794174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116163195589794174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116163195589794174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just another manic Monday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255900.post-116120273386726032</id><published>2006-10-18T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:18:53.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the killer ladybugs</title><content type='html'>All over McLean right now are ladybugs by the thousands.  when Iw as looking out my window I thought it was cidada season all over again!! These were smaller and cuter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36255900-116120273386726032?l=cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/feeds/116120273386726032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36255900&amp;postID=116120273386726032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116120273386726032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36255900/posts/default/116120273386726032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesecakeheaven.blogspot.com/2006/10/attack-of-killer-ladybugs.html' title='Attack of the killer ladybugs'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655962640869255564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqJ2uL3HOdE/S1TOWK7UzZI/AAAAAAAACPM/0kHexH8Uw4g/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
