<?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-21886819</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:00:59.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaymie's Daily Diatribe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-115103033938375488</id><published>2006-06-22T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:38:59.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Lessons</title><content type='html'>Last night, a friend and I took our kids to a crazy little thing called "Alive @ 5".  I did not go there intending to learn a lesson in parenting, put I learned one.  I learn these lessons when I am least expecting them, but I guess thats why I learn from them.  There is live music at this event, and a outdoor grass dance "floor" and most of the time there is only a handful of people actually dancing.  Taylor was so excited, there was music, people everywhere, she had her little friend with her, the mood was great.  It was great until my little 2 year old decided she wanted to go dance!  Do you think I wanted to?  Not so much.  Before I was a mother, I would not have gone near that situation.  Dont get me wrong, I like to dance, but I have a hard time letting go when there is people everywhere, and 4 of them are dancing.  I guess to make a long story short, I did not take my daughter out there and dance with her, and I really wish I would have.  I now have an excuse to look like a dork, and I should have.  Taylor needs to know that its okay to let go and be silly, and I am the one that is here to be the example.   I learned my lesson, just wait till you see my dumb ass dancing like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-115103033938375488?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/115103033938375488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=115103033938375488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/115103033938375488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/115103033938375488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/06/dancing-lessons.html' title='Dancing Lessons'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-115042302283062206</id><published>2006-06-15T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:57:02.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating for Dummies</title><content type='html'>Dating is dumb.  I don't understand why there has to be games.  When two people like eachother, shouldn't  that be enough. Why can't all the cards be laid on the table at the beginning, so that people don't get confused.  If things are going to fast or heaven forbid to slow, grow some balls and say something.  If you are not having fun anymore, should you just ignore the other person in hopes that they go away, or should be a grown up and let them know you feel?  I am aware that this is a pretty easy question........And another thing, when did the actual date (dinner and a movie)  become so hard to find?  I am turning a new leaf, I am not going to look for it.  Let the games begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-115042302283062206?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/115042302283062206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=115042302283062206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/115042302283062206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/115042302283062206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/06/dating-for-dummies.html' title='Dating for Dummies'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-114921703375659574</id><published>2006-06-01T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:57:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck Jen</title><content type='html'>I had another friend move away a couple days ago.  She moved to Arizona with her husband and son (Drake is in a picture with Taylor on the Dora Sit and Spin)  and we already miss them so much.  Which brings me to my next topic.  When did we have to become grown-ups, and why was it always so important to be one so fast.  Looking back, I wish I would have slowed my roll a bit.  Now I can count on one hand how many friends I have left in this silly little town.  Why I came back is still a bit of a mystery, but I just have a feeling that something is going to happen soon to give me a hint as to why I am here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-114921703375659574?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/114921703375659574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=114921703375659574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114921703375659574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114921703375659574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-luck-jen.html' title='Good luck Jen'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-114736789832758404</id><published>2006-05-11T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:18:18.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Time Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3150/2218/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3150/2218/320/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-114736789832758404?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/114736789832758404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=114736789832758404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114736789832758404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114736789832758404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/05/easter-time-photos.html' title='Easter Time Photos'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-114670737970413914</id><published>2006-05-03T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:49:39.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two colds, Croup, and Pink Eye</title><content type='html'>Since the last time that we wrote, Taylor has had croup, pink eye, and two colds......I pretty much just assume now that every week will be something new.  I will also note that no amount of hand washing, disinfecting, or vitamins seem to make a difference.  Everyday I do my very best to protect Taylor from EVERYTHING, and I can finally say that that is impossible.  Daycare is a major culprit, because no matter how many times I keep her home, for her own comfort, and the saftey of the other kids and parents, there is always the kid that is at daycare, infecting everyone.  That kid should be at home, and her mother should know that.........&lt;br /&gt;Its neverending.......I do hope that the parent I made reference to earlier will read this and keep her damn baby home when she is sick.   Any ideas that I could use to keep Taylor healthy would be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-114670737970413914?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/114670737970413914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=114670737970413914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114670737970413914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114670737970413914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-colds-croup-and-pink-eye.html' title='Two colds, Croup, and Pink Eye'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-114359919335961271</id><published>2006-03-28T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:26:33.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy Tricker</title><content type='html'>Those who know me know that I love movies, the older the better.  This post will be dedicated to movies of my childhood....movies that have stuck with me, and that I will pass on to my children.  Some in this list are hard to find, but I will continue my search till I find copies for my collection.  Here it goes, I am going to try and narrow it down to ten, no specific order.  Keep in mind that these movies may not be the best of quality, and some may think they are silly, but I love the memories that they stir up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Tommy Tricker and the Stamp Traveler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:  The Worst Witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:  Beniker Gang (Who doesnt love a movie with Andrew McCarthy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:  Raindow Brite and the Star Stealers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Alice in Wonderland (Scott Baio, Sherman Hemsley, Sammy Davis Jr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: The Witches (Anjelica Huston)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:  The Journey of Natty Gann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:  Little Monsters (Fred Savage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Pippy Longstocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:  The Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any I missed, I would love to hear them.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-114359919335961271?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/114359919335961271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=114359919335961271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114359919335961271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114359919335961271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/03/tommy-tricker.html' title='Tommy Tricker'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-114187485167881353</id><published>2006-03-08T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:27:31.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guestbook</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this, check out my guestbook.....go ahead, go look.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you see?  Nothing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right!  I would love it if you would leave a little note for me, make me feel worthy!  Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much new with me, though I am planning a little birthday party, a little someone is going to be two.  It seems like just yesterday she could barely crawl, and now she can talk, walk, yell, hit.  Some of here famous words are "No Way Momma", "Not nice!", and so on.  Any ideas for presents that don't involve Spongebob, Barney, or the Wiggles would be great, as those things are not allowed at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to check my guestbook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-114187485167881353?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/114187485167881353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=114187485167881353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114187485167881353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114187485167881353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/03/guestbook.html' title='Guestbook'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-114143407266046078</id><published>2006-03-03T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:01:12.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk the Line</title><content type='html'>I finally watched Walk the Line, and it was pretty great!  The first hour was a bit to much like Ray (same old story, boy wants to be a musician, boys brother dies, gets his big break, becomes addicted to something...) but then it suprised me and became so much more.  Every man should wish for his very own version of June Carter Cash.  My only complaint was the special features, I wish that I could have seen actual footage of Johnny &amp; June.  I am so glad she finally gave in and married him, and glad that her family took such good care of him when he was sick, and glad that they shared their story with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-114143407266046078?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/114143407266046078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=114143407266046078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114143407266046078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114143407266046078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/03/walk-line.html' title='Walk the Line'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-114109420438944649</id><published>2006-02-27T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:36:47.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/5057/jaymietaylor6qw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-114109420438944649?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/114109420438944649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=114109420438944649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114109420438944649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114109420438944649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/02/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-114093063060814282</id><published>2006-02-25T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:10:30.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>Today, I am feeling sorry for myself.  I am adjusting and actually enjoying my jump into singlehood, but today sucked.  Taylor and I went to Target for a few things, and I swear, every young and happy family in the city of Helena was there to make me feel bad.  Everytime we turned a corner, we would run into one.  Cute mom's and smiling dad's with there happy kids.  Even little Taylor felt it, at one point, she even said in her questioning tone, "Daddy work?".  No Taylor, Daddy is not at work.....On that note, I know that tomorrow will be better, and maybe all you cute couples could stay at home so I can get my chores done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-114093063060814282?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/114093063060814282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=114093063060814282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114093063060814282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/114093063060814282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/02/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-113954542738848407</id><published>2006-02-09T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:23:47.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Sense</title><content type='html'>I say two disturbing things today, and each made me think of a little thing called common sense.  I would like to thing I use it for the most part. Anyways, as I was on my daily drive to the post office, I looked over at the car repair shop. To my suprise, I saw the mechanic, underneath a car, oil on his hands and everywhere else I'm sure, smoking a cigarette.  Maybe I am wrong, but that doesn't seem okay to me.  Next, as I was reading some celeb gossip on the internet (I know, how gay is that) I saw a picture of Britney Spears, driving with little Sean Preston, ON HER LAP.  I know that before you have kids, there is not a real good mommy manual, but I am pretty sure someone covered some car seat information at some time during her pregnancy.  Give me a break, the big burly security gaurd she was with could not take care of the paparazzi while she buckled her son up?  Or even hand the baby to him while they got in the car and he could buckle him up as she sped away.  It's so hard to be Britney Spears.  I could keep on going, but that is enough common sense for me tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-113954542738848407?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113954542738848407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=113954542738848407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/113954542738848407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/113954542738848407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/02/common-sense.html' title='Common Sense'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-113937131974974032</id><published>2006-02-07T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:01:59.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Sunday nights</title><content type='html'>Every week I go through the motions, I work, I change diapers, I watch Toy Story with Taylor (She wants to watch it daily), and I do all the chores I should.  With that said, the one night I don't worry about doing anything is Sunday night.  I know you   might be expecting an amazing reason, but it's not.  It's Grey's Anatomy.  I love it.  I have not missed an episode, an I hope it goes on and on and on.  Though this week, they played one of the meanest tricks a show can play.  They stopped everything, half way into the story line, and are making me wait till next week to see what happens.  I am still pissed about it, and it is Tuesday.  How sad is it that I look forward to a TV show SOOO much.  I could be addicted to something a lot worse, right.  Till next Sunday, I will wait patiently to see the outcome of the bomb at Seattle Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-113937131974974032?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113937131974974032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=113937131974974032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/113937131974974032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/113937131974974032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-sunday-nights.html' title='I love Sunday nights'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-113902118510711148</id><published>2006-02-03T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T18:46:25.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here I go again.....I still am not feeling like I am doing my blog title justice.  Their has been nothing resembeling a diatribe thus far.  Don't worry, it will come any day now, I can feel it.  I would like to know how many people had to go to the dictionary for the word "diatribe", because I am not going to lie, I did.  I got the idea for my title from a friend, and had no idea what it meant, but it fits perfectly.  My next leap into technology will be photos, so we will see how that goes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21886819-113902118510711148?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113902118510711148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=113902118510711148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/113902118510711148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/113902118510711148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21886819.post-113894196726162745</id><published>2006-02-02T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:59:55.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Though I am not sure many will be reading this, this blog will be a journal of new beginnings. There have been lots of changes in my life, and though I am excited, I am weary, scared,  but I am  ready. Ready for whatever may come next.  Bare with me, as I am new to all this technology......I just got my first iPod, and am having a major love affair with it.  Having a blog of my very own is naturally the next step, right?&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/21886819-113894196726162745?l=jaymielynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113894196726162745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21886819&amp;postID=113894196726162745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/113894196726162745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21886819/posts/default/113894196726162745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymielynn.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning'/><author><name>Jaymie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09220916173582010888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
