<?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-2682295707281728263</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:35:57.202-06:00</updated><category term='summer'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='funny'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='exploring'/><category term='family'/><category term='vents'/><category term='exes'/><category term='elections'/><category term='new beginnings'/><category term='(un)employment'/><category term='punks'/><category term='signs'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='parks'/><category term='life'/><category term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Just Gimme Five</title><subtitle type='html'>Ever just needed a five minute break??? Of course you have....
Now just to find the time to take it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-152520606099054976</id><published>2009-12-29T15:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:23:21.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One day soon</title><content type='html'>I haven't forgotten about this place. Life has taken over!! Stay tuned.. more to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-152520606099054976?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/152520606099054976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=152520606099054976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/152520606099054976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/152520606099054976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-day-soon.html' title='One day soon'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-946080456864184557</id><published>2009-02-17T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:40:52.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>I'm still here I promise!! Life/Work has been crazy lately. Every time I was determined to get on here I got side tracked. I plan on update some site soon but until then go check out a couple of sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theuncorkedshow.com/"&gt;Uncorked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinnsane.com/"&gt;Innsane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ashleyquitefrankly.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-946080456864184557?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/946080456864184557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=946080456864184557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/946080456864184557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/946080456864184557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-2922767444118637836</id><published>2009-01-18T17:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:51:40.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exploring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>The past couple of weekends we have been out exploring different State Parks with the punks. Last weekend we went to &lt;a href="http://huntsville.about.com/library/weekly/aa110903a.htm"&gt;Buck's Pocket &lt;/a&gt;I think we all had a good time. We didn't have the littlest punk with us. It was dreary and rainy that morning so she stayed with Granny. The week before we went we had had some major flooding in our area so we were a little weary, but it was all good. You could tell how high the water had gotten by standing on the river bank near the water, you could look up about 4-5 feet above your head and see debris and leaves/sticks caught in the tree limbs from the water rushing through. We walked the river bank a while then decided to go hiking up in the woods. I could tell I am majorly out of shape. My legs haven't felt a burn like that in a long time. It looked like it would be a nice place to camp. The punks could play around in the creek to cool off, but that would depend on the current. It was a good rafting river too. We saw a group of kayaks go by while we were walking. We started losing day light so we hoped back in the van and drove down another road a little father and came upon a bridge that was still flooded. The punks wanted to try to walk across it, but you could tell that it was way to strong to try that. Plus the water was FREEZING!!! I wouldn't even try to drive across it! On our way back out we stopped and took a few pics of a waterfall that was on the side of the road. All in all we had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we went to &lt;a href="http://www.alapark.com/RickwoodCaverns/"&gt;Rickwood Caverns&lt;/a&gt;. Even though the cave tours were still closed for the season we decided to go ahead and check it out. It was a little windy and chilly today. We only had 3 punks with us today, little one included. As soon as we got there she hit the playground! She played there for a long long time. Her older sisters stayed there as well. For a long time we were the only ones there, then a couple more kids showed up. After a while we got the little one and started walking up the trail, well she made it about .5 miles and was ready to go back! She had a hard time walking on the rocks. She didn't like that there were caves/holes under and inbetween the rocks. She did pretty good though. This park had a swimming pool! This would be a good place to camp with the punks. The cave tours would be open during the summer for them to do, plus swimming and hiking would keep them busy! We didn't get to stay a long today as I would have liked. But long enough to figure out what we needed to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully within the next few weekends we can check out some other parks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-2922767444118637836?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/2922767444118637836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=2922767444118637836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2922767444118637836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2922767444118637836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-944095179102125687</id><published>2009-01-05T15:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:32:07.407-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>How's this look?</title><content type='html'>I love messing with stuff. My blog was in the line of fire so it got hit this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tweaking in so let me know what you think.  Well if there is anyone out there, let me know what you think.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....Taps microphone...Is this thing on???....&lt;/span&gt;  Ya know, sometimes I wonder if anybody does read my ramblings. Yeah I'm off the wall, sometimes just plain loopy. But oh well, nice to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your resolutions for 2009? It's a new beginning remember. Like last year wasn't enough..lol  My resolution for 2009:  Not to make any resolutions! That way I don't kick myself in the ass for not doing what I wanted to. Now I can make a list of what I want to do, but when I don't finish them I won't be as disappointed in myself.  So I'm not going to lose weight (don't need too), I'm not going to get in shape, I'm not going to quit drinking or smoking, I'm not going to save money, or stockpile things, all in all I'm not going to do anyting I'm not already doing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-944095179102125687?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/944095179102125687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=944095179102125687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/944095179102125687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/944095179102125687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2009/01/hows-this-look.html' title='How&apos;s this look?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-7665087629643688632</id><published>2008-12-31T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:31:16.570-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Wanna win some $$$</title><content type='html'>Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.oohlalamama.com/blog.html"&gt;Ooh La La Mama&lt;/a&gt; for your chance to win a gift card to Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't win if you don't enter!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-7665087629643688632?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/7665087629643688632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=7665087629643688632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/7665087629643688632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/7665087629643688632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/12/wanna-win-some.html' title='Wanna win some $$$'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-3043285671269796972</id><published>2008-12-30T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:53:59.611-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>I give up. I so sick and tired of trying to make plans only to have them crash and burn. We were planning a trip to MI, yeah it had to go and rain so now that trip is out. Ugh!!! I was so looking forward to the getaway. I needed it. But, it was par for the course for it not to happen. I should have know that it wouldn't have worked trying to plan it so quickly like we did. Some things began to unravel about a week ago, then something else would show up, then the weather tipped the bowl over this weekend and that was that. I keep hoping for a last minute miracle, but even then it's too late now. Damn it!!! I'm sure we'll go back this summer. But shit fire I wanted to go now. So did the punks. Freaking fracking fu@k a duck. I give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-3043285671269796972?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/3043285671269796972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=3043285671269796972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/3043285671269796972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/3043285671269796972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/12/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-4491843555880057767</id><published>2008-12-24T09:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:03:32.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>The jolly ole' man makes his appearance tonight! The countdown is almost over, it's down to the hours instead of days now. I still have a few last minute gifts to get that I overlooked last night when I thought I finished up shopping! In just a few hours we start our annual traveling to visit here and there. Dinner with the inlaws tonight, breakfast at grandmothers in the morning, then lunch at my moms. I'm already tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of the littlest punk with Santa:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SVJctnaiMpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TF9Df_r0u4U/s1600-h/1223081512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SVJctnaiMpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TF9Df_r0u4U/s320/1223081512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283387251603157650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with most of the punks!!! I'm missing punk 12! I wish she would have been there. Oh, she cut her hair off. I don't really like it, but it's her hair. She has to deal with it and man she has some thick thick hair!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SVJcf73wDBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/f6sSZSlbU38/s1600-h/1223081515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SVJcf73wDBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/f6sSZSlbU38/s320/1223081515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283387016576240658" 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/2682295707281728263-4491843555880057767?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/4491843555880057767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=4491843555880057767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/4491843555880057767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/4491843555880057767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SVJctnaiMpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TF9Df_r0u4U/s72-c/1223081512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1613048435960856331</id><published>2008-12-15T16:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:18:43.275-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>A new look for the holidays</title><content type='html'>I decided to go ahead and change things up here a little. Just to try to get a little Christmas spirit in. I wish it was a simple as clicking a button to do every day things. Need to cook, click. Punks need a bath, click. House needs cleaned, click. Oh it would be so simple and add so much more time to the day.&lt;br /&gt;We may decide to take a trip here soon. I think the kids will actually have the most decision holding power for once. They have mentioned wanted to do snow stuff. Well here in the south, we don't get much if any of the white stuff. So we might head north to MI. But it will come as a sacrifice to them. Less presents, trip to MI, or more presents and stay home. So we shall see what they decide.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I still haven't done any shopping!!! Only 9 days to go. Can we say procrastination??? That's me to a "T".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1613048435960856331?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1613048435960856331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1613048435960856331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1613048435960856331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1613048435960856331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-look-for-holidays.html' title='A new look for the holidays'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-3636952159121970532</id><published>2008-12-12T16:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:37:15.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>12 days till d-day</title><content type='html'>It's only 12 days till Christmas. That means I only have 12 days to buy presents. Yep, you read that right, I have done no shopping at all. Well I have bought 2 gifts. But that's not much when you consider we buy 20+ gifts not including the punks. And the 2 I have bought are for the punks. And I've yet to figure out how we're gonna do that with just me working. I'll find a way. Always have always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is doing good. He says that he has got so much more energy now that he has the pacemaker. He's still on restrictions of not using his arm to give plenty of healing time so he won't pull the leads out and have to re-do all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the punks are all ready for winter break. But within a couple of days (if that long) we'll be hearing I'm bored. There's nothing to do. Well I won't be I'll be at work...hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-3636952159121970532?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/3636952159121970532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=3636952159121970532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/3636952159121970532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/3636952159121970532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-till-d-day.html' title='12 days till d-day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-6846945880133478337</id><published>2008-12-03T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:37:49.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>today's the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hubby goes in just a few hours to have his pacemaker put in. He will have to stay overnight in the hospital. He hasn't said a whole lot about being nervous or anything. But I will say that I am probably nervous enough for the both of us. Yeah it's a pretty simple procedure. Just inserted just below the skin not MAJOR surgery. But nevertheless when it evolves any procedure that you are in the hospital for I get nervous. I know that he's got some feelings about it all, but being of the male species I won't hear about it. Not out right anyway. I'll probably have my case jumped a couple of time for no real reason. He'll have a very short fuse and blow up. He'll have attitude, or excuse me he HAS attitude. Already found that out this morning. He sucks as a patient, and I've already told him that. Every time he has had some surgery or procedure done he bites my head off so many times or get so pissy. That I believe is the worst part of it all. Oh well, I'll deal with it. Always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next five,&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-6846945880133478337?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/6846945880133478337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=6846945880133478337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6846945880133478337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6846945880133478337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-day.html' title='today&apos;s the day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-25206651652882813</id><published>2008-12-02T14:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:01:40.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Inflation strikes yet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cost of 12 days of Christmas rises to $86,609!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partridge, $20 (last year: $15) Pear Tree, $200 (last year: $150)&lt;br /&gt;Two Turtle Doves, $55 (last year: $40)&lt;br /&gt;Three French Hens, $30 (last year: $45)&lt;br /&gt;Four Calling Birds (canaries), $600 (last year: same)&lt;br /&gt;Five Gold Rings, $350 (last year: $395)&lt;br /&gt;Six Geese a-Laying, $240 (last year: $360)&lt;br /&gt;Seven Swans a-Swimming, $5,600 (last year: $4,200)&lt;br /&gt;Eight Maids a-Milking, $52 (last year: $47)&lt;br /&gt;Nine Ladies Dancing (per performance), $4,759 (last year: same)&lt;br /&gt;10 Lords a-Leaping (per performance), $4,414 (last year: $4,285)&lt;br /&gt;11 Pipers Piping (per performance), $2,285 (last year: $2,213)&lt;br /&gt;12 Drummers Drumming (per performance), $2,475 (last year: $2,398)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-25206651652882813?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/25206651652882813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=25206651652882813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/25206651652882813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/25206651652882813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/12/inflation-strikes-yet-again.html' title='Inflation strikes yet again'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-2420879716653701707</id><published>2008-12-01T15:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:04:16.077-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>It's that time again</title><content type='html'>Well it's that time of the year again. Thanksgiving has come and gone. Black Friday is past. Now it's down to the nitty gritty of Christmas. I haven't even started shopping. I don't want to either. I almost tempted to just buy for the kids and no one else. I can't afford it. 10+ nieces and nephews, brothers, sisters, mom's, dad's and grandparents adds up quick!! Now if I didn't have 5 punks to buy for it might be different. But it's not so that's the way it is. They will come first and foremost then if there's extra I'll buy, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;   Hubby is off work for the next month and has been off the past month. We learned last week that he is going to have to have a pacemaker. That is scheduled to happen this week. Just in time for the holiday rush. First he fractures his hip, then gets cleared for work and we find out about this. Yep, sounds like the story of my life. If it's not one things it's another. It''s amazing how quick things can change.&lt;br /&gt;   Speaking of change I was going to update my blog look for the holidays but decided I don't know enough to hold all my widgets without having to redo them all. So if you do happen to read this your stuck with the colors already shown. I'll try to add a few pictures to add a little holiday cheer to the place.&lt;br /&gt;   Oh we have a new family member now. Her name is Pebbles. She is a teacup Chihuahua. She is about 7 weeks old. And let me tell you, if you think you want another baby. Get a puppy and you'll be reminded of the lack of sleep and waking at all hours of the night. But you also get to wake up with a cute little face in yours. She's spoiled just like any other child would be. If I could somehow manage to get the punks to actually let her feet touch the floor that might would help some. And maybe, just maybe she wouldn't be sitting here at my feet whining right now. Luckily no one at work minds that she sleeps under my desk.&lt;br /&gt;   We had our first mix of wintery weather today. We had sleet and snow flurries. It was so beautiful. I couldn't believe how hard it would come down at times. Unfortunately our ground and all it too warm and it melted as fast as it fell. But at least it actually did something.&lt;br /&gt;   Ok well I guess that's all for now. Catch ya the in the next five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/STRfNOJ4QFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/H8LaKmljtZA/s1600-h/Santa+without+beard+and+suit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/STRfNOJ4QFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/H8LaKmljtZA/s320/Santa+without+beard+and+suit.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274945744300163154" 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/2682295707281728263-2420879716653701707?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/2420879716653701707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=2420879716653701707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2420879716653701707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2420879716653701707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/STRfNOJ4QFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/H8LaKmljtZA/s72-c/Santa+without+beard+and+suit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-4829721493595306945</id><published>2008-11-04T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:25:47.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><title type='text'>Today is the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well today is the big day!!! Or at least it is supposed to be. I'm thinking it will be a very slim margin separating the candidates. Hopefully it will not carry on for days or weeks and we'll know who our next Commander in Chief will be. But until then I only have one thing to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264885531657270530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SRChfxmGdQI/AAAAAAAAADY/RsNVJk0tw74/s320/voted.jpg" border="0" /&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/2682295707281728263-4829721493595306945?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/4829721493595306945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=4829721493595306945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/4829721493595306945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/4829721493595306945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SRChfxmGdQI/AAAAAAAAADY/RsNVJk0tw74/s72-c/voted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-8776774889421840348</id><published>2008-10-31T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:35:53.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Today is probably one of the most exciting days for the punks, with the exception of Christmas of course. Who wouldn't love getting dressed up in a costume, going to houses &amp;amp; churches, and getting a shit load of candy? I usually get out the the punks at the various stops along the way, but tonight will be different. For the first time in 5 years Hubby will not be accompanying me. So I will be driving and still probably getting out of the van 500 and 50 thousand times. Ugh! This is the part of Halloween I don't like. We don't live in a neighborhood or town that you can walk to do the T-O-T. We have to drive. Hopefully I'll remember to take some pics this year. Forgot to do that last year....bad mommy!!! So what's your plans for Halloween night. Well if you live in Detroit you have a curfew of 6pm if your under 16 I believe. I can't believe people still to that crap. Oh well that's a different post for a different day.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a wonderful scary Halloween!!!&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-8776774889421840348?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/8776774889421840348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=8776774889421840348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8776774889421840348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8776774889421840348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1197839095974123231</id><published>2008-10-20T16:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:03:36.054-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Yep that's it</title><content type='html'>I think I figured it out. Well at least part of it anyway. Are you confused yet???? The &lt;a href="http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/10/funk.html"&gt;funky post &lt;/a&gt;is what I'm referring too. Tomorrow is my b-day. One that I'm not looking forward to at all. Tomorrow I will be &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not happy about it at all. Yes I'm happy that I'm in good health, still alive to be turning another year older. But not happy about turning another year older. I don't want to leave my twenties. I've had to much fun in these years! A lot has changed in my life in these 10 years. I've went through a divorce and a long term relationship. I've married my soul-mate. I've moved several times. I've given birth to &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; punks and gained two step-punks. I've gotten a couple of worry lines, several several gray hairs. (Can't tell that now, I took care of that last night!!!) I've traveled to new places. I've experienced new and exciting things. Yes I know there's plenty more to see and do. But it's just something about the twenties for me I guess. What does the next 10 years old in store for me? Will the next 10 still be fun and exciting? Will I have this same problem leaving my thirties? Am I completely and utterly crazy? Ok, don't answer that one. Just think in 10 more years my baby will be a teenager!!! Yikes. Ok now I really have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1197839095974123231?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1197839095974123231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1197839095974123231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1197839095974123231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1197839095974123231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/10/yep-thats-it.html' title='Yep that&apos;s it'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-2903034534219228744</id><published>2008-10-17T15:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:15:06.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Funk</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's what I'm in. I've tried everything to shake it. Everything is going ok here. Hub's is back working, everyone is well. But I'm in this funk. I'll bite your head off and not think twice about it until about 2 nano seconds later. The smallest things are bugging the shit out of me. I feel like some of the punks are bombarding me with so many damn questions/wants. Want want want then damn it it's not good enough. And the questions: do people not use common sense anymore? Some of the questions ask are so so.... stupid. They won't pertain to anything that we have said or done, more than likely the come out of the blue with no freaking rhyme or reason.  Not mentioning any names....  I woke up this morning feeling like shit warmed over. Now I've got that damn mediciney feeling. And still have over an hour of work left. Speaking of work I gotta get back to it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-2903034534219228744?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/2903034534219228744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=2903034534219228744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2903034534219228744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2903034534219228744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/10/funk.html' title='Funk'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1169043543266886873</id><published>2008-09-30T12:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:25:07.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'm still alive</title><content type='html'>Wow, I didn't realize it had been so long since I've been here!! Don't you just love life? Hubby is still unemployed so that make week 4 I believe. But keeping fingers crosses, hopefully he'll hear from a job tomorrow! Work sucks right now. Plain and simple I hate it some days. Two people trying to do the job of 3 or 4 isn't cutting it. Speaking of that today is the last day of the month so I've got to get back to the grind. I'll update more soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1169043543266886873?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1169043543266886873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1169043543266886873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1169043543266886873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1169043543266886873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1779398918460667730</id><published>2008-09-12T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:07:01.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrican Ike</title><content type='html'>GO AWAY!!! Simple enough. Why? I don't like paying out the ass for a tank of gas. $3.59 to +$4.00 pgal in the course of hours is a little bit uh um idiotic!!!! Yes the refineries are shutting down for a couple of days. But what about the stuff that already been refined that sitting there? And oil priced dropped today! Imagine that. It seems like every time they drop we rarely see a decrease, but let them rise the least little bit or have a hurricane blowing through the gulf and we're screwed!!! I don't see the reasoning behind all the people going berserk and filling every car they own, filling every extra container they own. This is why we are having a shortage folks! If you would just continue like normal, get gas when you NEED it things would continue to run smoothly. Now if you are an evacuee, FILL YOUR TANK!!! You my friend have the reason to be doing so. Yes, I filled my tank last night. Before I heard any talk of prices rising. And why? Because my little gas light came on, so therefore if I didn't want to be walking the 20+ miles to and from work (with a 4 year old punk), I thought it would be a good idea to fill-er-up! LIKE NORMAL!!!! Just chill people! Hopefully after tonight/tomorrow Texas will still be there. I hope for that damage will be minimal and not "certain death" as I have read online today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1779398918460667730?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1779398918460667730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1779398918460667730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1779398918460667730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1779398918460667730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurrican-ike.html' title='Hurrican Ike'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-6922488179407367290</id><published>2008-09-09T14:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:28:45.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(un)employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>week 2 of.... yeah you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well we have embarked on week #2. I believe in the previous post I said something about hubby cleaning and straighting stuff out. HA HA!!!! I think he did pick up 2 pieces of clothing and put them into the correct dirty clothes bin. And no people, I am not joking. I wonder if I made a list if that would help? Uh NO!! Know why, cause he'd hold on to that list until the punks got home and handed it to them. And of course there's not much of a problem with this, except that they only do a half-assed job of their particular job and consider that done. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no perfectionist by any means, but come on! When you load dishes, take the two seconds to turn around and pick up the pan sitting on the stove less than 2 feet behind you. Oh, sorry there. That will be a different post for a different day. Back to hubs! Still unemployed, no foreseeable employer in the near future, no word on unemployment compensation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS: Don't ever do a stupid thing like I did when researching online colleges: which would be putting your phone number out there. I have one freaking one that keeps calling and emailing, you'd think they would get the point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-6922488179407367290?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/6922488179407367290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=6922488179407367290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6922488179407367290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6922488179407367290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-2-of-yeah-you-know.html' title='week 2 of.... yeah you know'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-5827633127837488878</id><published>2008-09-03T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:05:51.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>week 1 of unemployment</title><content type='html'>for hubby that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby says that since he is "off work" right now that he is going to get things 'round the house straightened out. Oh boy! He's planning on going through stuff and getting rid of a lot of things. I told him that he's done that before but the keep pile is always bigger than the go pile. LOL Isn't that how it usually works? I would really love to get in there and do some deep deep cleaning on the place. All that has been getting done lately is a light surface cleaning. S17 has been helping me out so much in that area. I know she hates doing it, but she is one of the only ones that will do it without too much attitude. I have thanked her several times for cooking dinner while I shuttle punks to soccer practice and all. I hate putting so much on her, but she takes most of it with stride. Yes she can be sneaky as all get out, and yes she will do things that she is absolutely not supposed to do, but I guess it sorta balances out in a weird kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a little of subject there. Anywho, anyone want to take bets on just how much junk we are rid of while hubby is unemployed? Anyone want to guess how many more gray hairs I end up with by the time this is over? Will I be able to handle the stress that comes from cleaning? As long as all my rubber bands hold together I think I'll be ok....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:mssDisplayImages("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-5827633127837488878?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/5827633127837488878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=5827633127837488878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5827633127837488878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5827633127837488878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-1-of-unemployment.html' title='week 1 of unemployment'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1424857948487411516</id><published>2008-08-29T08:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:36:51.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Don't worry...Be happy????</title><content type='html'>Oh man, there's been so much going on. Life is like these hurricanes that keep heading into the Gulf of Mexico. My life it about on the same track. Not sure which way it's going until it's too late. This week has just plain sucked. Excuse me.. SUCKED!!! I spend one day at the ER and Urgent care offices with hubby. Damn ER docs didn't do shit but prescribe some pain pills. Urgent care finally gave some kind of diagnosis and more prescriptions. This would be good except for the fact that hubs is being a stubborn male and doesn't want to take the medicines. Ugh! Fine then keep hurting and complaining. Then punk 17 blood sugars was too high for school so she spent the day at work with me. She got a small taste of working. She did good then we get home and her blood starts rising again. So there's got to be something at home she's got stashed that she's getting into. I want to believe her when she says no, but its hard to when things like that keep happening. And if this was enough, hubby got laid off from his job. This is the icing on the cake. I don't know what in the hell we are going to do. Yeah we have a plan, but can't act on it for another month. How are we going to make it another month? I have soccer practices 4 nights a week, plus games fixing to start. Once games start practices will go down, but we'll still be making trips for those. Hubby brought it up that it's usually about this time of the year for him and his jobs. Ugh! It's so dang frustrating. Between life and kids I"m going to go crazy!!!! &lt;em&gt;****One more person lies to me or yells at me I am not responsible for my actions!!****&lt;/em&gt; Bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1424857948487411516?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1424857948487411516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1424857948487411516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1424857948487411516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1424857948487411516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-worrybe-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t worry...Be happy????'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-2747357940504715532</id><published>2008-08-13T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:46:31.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punks'/><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day</title><content type='html'>Is it Wednesday already??? Where did the week go? Oh yeah I was out of it on Monday and recovering on Tuesday. LOL My procedure went well. No problems so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did miss the first day of soccer practice for little Bug. Hubby got to take her and I think she impressed him. I'm so proud of her. I got to take her today. She did pretty good. I got tickled at her when she was in the goalie position. Then they did a little scrimmage and the ball hit her and she started complaining. Uh, babe, get used to it. It's gonna happen a lot playing soccer. I need to get her ball soon and get outside with her and practice. Does anyone know how to add more time to the day? Ugh, I need it. My oldest, punk 12, practice got rained out yesterday. So hopefully she'll get to practice tomorrow! She's excited for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read that one of the blogs I read A LOT is going away. I don't know for how long or if it is going to be permanently, but if you don't mind stop by and say bye:  I will miss reading her blog tremendously. &lt;a href="http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/"&gt;http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it's about bed time here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-2747357940504715532?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/2747357940504715532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=2747357940504715532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2747357940504715532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2747357940504715532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-hump-day.html' title='Happy Hump Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-64966645872725191</id><published>2008-08-07T16:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:18:36.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday punk 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost put punk 3. Yesterday my baby turned 4!! What a happy/sad occassion. She's growing up. Happy Birthday baby! I love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming home from hospital:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231887787809480770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SJtmOSkWoEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aI818_yh3IY/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231888115010816530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SJtmhVfOyhI/AAAAAAAAADA/A2R-98jFPVU/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-64966645872725191?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/64966645872725191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=64966645872725191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/64966645872725191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/64966645872725191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-punk-4.html' title='Happy Birthday punk 4'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SJtmOSkWoEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aI818_yh3IY/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-2205535942154363546</id><published>2008-08-07T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:09:38.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punks'/><title type='text'>New school year</title><content type='html'>Well today was the first day of school for my punks. Hopefully it all went well. I've been worried about punk8 all day. My two started a new school this year. Both were nervous and so way mom, but I kept it hid as well. I did talk to hubby earlier and he said that 8 didn't say much when she got home and seemed pissed. Oh no!!! Now I will worry till I get home. My punk 12 was climbing trees "literally" this morning while waiting on the bus. Can we say nervous energy? Hopefully she didn't crash out during the day. She was worried about finding all her classes (7th grade) because she couldn't find a few at open house. I remember my first time having to change classes. It was a scary experience. And lets face it: Upperclassmen can be assholes!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-2205535942154363546?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/2205535942154363546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=2205535942154363546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2205535942154363546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2205535942154363546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-school-year.html' title='New school year'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1205960030699914308</id><published>2008-07-31T13:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:25:09.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Busy, Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love the end of the month at work? Top that off with school starting back in a week and throw in dr. visits and you have a crazy busy week!!! So far this week I have been to three different dr. appointments. First up was hubby. Still having chest pains and shortness of breath. Doc is going to put a device in to record his heart if it drops below a certain # or above a certain #. Hopefully this will help and they can figure out what is going on!!! Next was myself to the Doc. Just a checkup, but I will be going in for an out-patient procedures in a couple of weeks as well. Female crap! Let's just say it's one step short of a hysterectomy. Finally eye visits for 2 of the punks. One checked out fine the other needs glasses! Plus, I have the shop to myself this week at work. Trying to get stuff out by end of the day. It sucks! So as I type I'm scarfing down my lunch.  Next week schools starts back and I have lovely task of transferring punks from one school to another. I don't wanna do it but gas prices are forcing my hand. Also next week, I believe we have our first soccer meetings. I've about convinced myself that I was crazy for signing 2 up to play! Ok off to accomplish something, not sure what yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1205960030699914308?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1205960030699914308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1205960030699914308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1205960030699914308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1205960030699914308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy Busy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-5727850901373320638</id><published>2008-07-23T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:07:41.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>you gotta be kidding</title><content type='html'>I don't know who I thought I was kidding in my last post, I must be getting pretty good at lying to myself! HA! Overall I did manage to have my kitchen (at one time) clean, and threw away my damn coffee pot that quit working about a month ago! I also cleaned my bathroom completely, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt; in there yet. Yes, my bathroom is carpeted, but that's another story. I also managed to get my sheets changed on my bed. I haven't tackled the mountain of clothes in my floor yet. Oh, and I unpacked Hubby's suitcase. Yep, it's been laying there since we return from MI. I did get a few good chuckles when he would get up during the night or morning and kick the damn thing!! My next plan is to tackle the bedroom. I also want to tackle our den (me and hubby disagree on the name of this room). The den is where clothes get thrown after coming out of the dryer. Sometimes folded others times not so much. It also houses my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hubby's&lt;/span&gt; racing stuff. (I was nice there, I could have said racing shit!) And our old PC that doesn't work, a couple of old printers, a fax machine, a copier, and two filing cabinets. I so want to get in there and chuck about half of the crap! I'm gonna do it! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just not exactly sure when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house had been so damn hot. I live in the south, and the temps are anywhere between 90 and 100+ and add the humidity to that and it's miserable. Try living in that without any AC! Yes we were doing that. Did you catch that &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; part? We installed some AC units this weekend. YEAH!!! I slept a whole lot better. It does make it a little easier to clean now. Even though I still don't wanna do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-5727850901373320638?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/5727850901373320638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=5727850901373320638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5727850901373320638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5727850901373320638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-gotta-be-kidding.html' title='you gotta be kidding'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-6139058310033786969</id><published>2008-07-14T16:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:25:41.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Clean?</title><content type='html'>I've decided that no matter what I do or don't do, my house will never be clean. Sure it my be straightened, but man is it cluttered. I need to de-clutter and throw some shit away. That would go a long way in helping the rest of the house. I just have a problem throwing stuff away. Add to that we have &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; freaking place to store anything!!!! Ok we have 7 people living in a 3 bedroom/2 bath home. Each of the smaller bedrooms house 2 girls each. In one we have a set of bunk beds, a dresser, and a chest and a closet. The dresser and chest are packed to the breaking point with clothes, the closet is a haven for toy storage. And also under the bed have boxes for toy storage. The other bed room has  2 twin beds and two small chest and closet. Same story for that room only less toys because most are in the other room. Our bed room has our queen bed plus a toddler bed, 1 lg dresser and 1 small dresser, 1 entertainment stand, 2 night stands with 2 drawers each and 1 closet. All are packed. With the exception of the small dresser because I've been sooo lazy and haven't put the punky 3's clothes in there! Our bathroom does have some storage for towels and linens but not much. I really really need to do some purging. But honestly I'm so freaking overwhelmed I don't know where to start, or how. I suck at being domesticated. My dear hubby has put up with so much of this from me too. Or I should say me and my punks. They take after their mom. Sucks for them and me. I'm thinking about logging what I actually get accomplished once at home besides the normal cooking dinner and bathing punk 3 and all that standard stuff. I think the saying "A woman's work is never done" comes into play here. I can do it. I think I can, I think I can.... repeated over and over in my head. Please don't let me land on my face when I get home.  Let me accomplish something. Start small and work up. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-6139058310033786969?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/6139058310033786969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=6139058310033786969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6139058310033786969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6139058310033786969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/07/clean.html' title='Clean?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-8575809402006074014</id><published>2008-07-09T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:59:32.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Back to normal?</title><content type='html'>We had a great vacation! Most of the punks did good. There were a few exceptions. I'm working on getting some pics together.&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the adjustment of getting back to normal. If there is a normal that is. Some things are def. back, but that's a different story. Not really in the mood for details today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you hear that the price of oil has dropped over $10 in the past couple of days. Now when are the prices going to do down at the pumps? I were paying about $4.15 +/- on vacation, get back home and I loved paying the $3.87. Isn't that bad! How long before something changes? Do we all have to file bankruptcy? Come on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-8575809402006074014?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/8575809402006074014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=8575809402006074014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8575809402006074014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8575809402006074014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1525947876802854291</id><published>2008-06-27T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:39:41.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown has begun</title><content type='html'>In a little less than 8 hours we will be hitting the road!! Things have been crazy the past few day to say the least. We did cancel our trip yesterday, but ended up deciding to go ahead and go. It's just my family going. No one else is making the trip as planned. We may end up being bored out of our minds by the end of the trip. But like I told hubby, if we get ready and want to leave early we can! No other families to worry about. Just us. I'm a little nervous, but also a little excited. I am hoping and praying that the punks are on their best behavior! I can only hope. Please God, help me. Help me not kill any of my kiddos or hubby for that matter. Help me keep my sanity (or what's left of it), help my punks stay in line. Help us make it there and back safely. I just hope that everyone has a good time and enjoys themselves. I know that 3 has been saying that everyday is time to go camping. She's so excited about it. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1525947876802854291?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1525947876802854291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1525947876802854291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1525947876802854291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1525947876802854291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/countdown-has-begun.html' title='The countdown has begun'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-6060153648586606766</id><published>2008-06-25T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:57:57.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some eye candy while we wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s111.photobucket.com/albums/n133/Dino1963/celebrities/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MatthewMaconahay.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Matthew Maconahay" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n133/Dino1963/celebrities/MatthewMaconahay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s226.photobucket.com/albums/dd151/clintcorn2/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e10975f8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Matthew Maconahay" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd151/clintcorn2/e10975f8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y208/SoHi001/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rock.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="rock" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y208/SoHi001/rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s69.photobucket.com/albums/i76/hheritagesftl/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sexy-men-flirty-6.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wet One" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i76/hheritagesftl/sexy-men-flirty-6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="SEXY" src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m99/Kmbrly_Sizemore/SEXY%20MEN/KChesney1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s196.photobucket.com/albums/aa261/ilanavdm/sexy%20men/?action=view&amp;current=8d60.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa261/ilanavdm/sexy%20men/8d60.jpg" border="0" alt="image001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s196.photobucket.com/albums/aa261/ilanavdm/sexy%20men/?action=view&amp;current=a342.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa261/ilanavdm/sexy%20men/a342.jpg" border="0" alt="image004"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-6060153648586606766?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/6060153648586606766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n133/Dino1963/celebrities/th_MatthewMaconahay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-8031027183326063018</id><published>2008-06-25T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:20:52.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Relax those belts....</title><content type='html'>but keep them on for a few more hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I'm about ready to just give the fuck up! Today has went to hell in a hand basket. That's about the only way to put it. Hubby is having chest pains again, but refuses to go to the dr. His dad had to go back to the dr. and so for now everything is up in the air again. But we should know in a couple of hours. HA HA!!! This is beginning to get on my last ever lovin nerve. Man I just feel in cusing like a sailor right now. Shit, damn, son of a bitch... Or maybe I just need a nice cold alocoholic beverage. Mmmmm....good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-8031027183326063018?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/8031027183326063018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=8031027183326063018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8031027183326063018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8031027183326063018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/relax-those-belts.html' title='Relax those belts....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-4858513548158188064</id><published>2008-06-25T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:32:11.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Please fasten your seat belts....</title><content type='html'>and place your seats in a upright position. We're headed for MI!!! Well not yet, but in just over 56 hours. All systems are go. Now I have to get everyone packed! I have punk 3 packed, and I think s16 is packed. Hmmm, s12 clothes were taken away and put in my room so she's almost/sorda packed. That leaves me, hubby, 12, and 8.  And I hate packing. I know I'm going to forget something, something probably important. Oh well, we shall see what happens. Wish me luck and hopefully I come back with all 5 punks and hubby. &lt;em&gt;I wonder if I can stay and send them back????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-4858513548158188064?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/4858513548158188064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=4858513548158188064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/4858513548158188064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/4858513548158188064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-fasten-your-seat-belts.html' title='Please fasten your seat belts....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-5647685527850783756</id><published>2008-06-23T16:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:25:42.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punks'/><title type='text'>No MoRe TeXtInG</title><content type='html'>I think we're putting our foot down on texting. Not for me and hubby of course. For s16!! We have handled so much teenage drama this weekend. I've had enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine trying to make plans via text to spend the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok neither punk was with their appropriate parents. Parents were getting told this and that. (Actually parents had no freaking clue what was going on.) This started Sat. We thought it ended Sat. But nope! Started again Sunday. Ok so we have an extra kid suddenly. Ugh! Said child was supposed to go home the next morning, but neglacted to tell me when I asked. more texting more texting. Enuff!!! I know how to use the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-5647685527850783756?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/5647685527850783756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=5647685527850783756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5647685527850783756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5647685527850783756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-texting.html' title='No MoRe TeXtInG'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-5623651286522078683</id><published>2008-06-23T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:03:43.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>We're in a Holding Pattern</title><content type='html'>....and the brakes have been applied. As of right now, our vacation trip to MI is in the air. Hubby's father is in the hospital at this time. By tomorrow we should know something for sure. I'm on the fence on it all. I've had a feeling I haven't been able to shake concerning this trip. I think we still might go camping at a local place, or just go somewhere a few hours away instead of 12. I don't know. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a good note, I finally got my "baby" home. After being gone for a week, 3 is back at home. Man I missed her. So for the first time in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time, all 5 punks were home this weekend. And oh my God, what a freaking loud weekend it was. And the arguing/fighting, I've got to figure out where to apply for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;referee&lt;/span&gt; pay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;. And mostly over stupid Barbie doll clothes/shoes. "Don't touch my stuff".... if I could coin that phrase I'd be a millionaire! But the worst part was it was s12 saying that to 3!!! Come on. Ugh! 8 has the bad habit of being a follower/pushover, so she got into some trouble too. And why can they learn that when your asked a question, just answer truthfully. Yeah you might get in trouble. But I guarantee it will be less than when you lie to our face!!! Needless to say 8 was put to bed early last night. Followed by 12 &amp;amp; s12 who started arguing and fighting. Then s17 &amp;amp; cousin 12 went to bed at eleven. Then s12 decided to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aggravating&lt;/span&gt; them. I need to invent something to keep them tied down in bed without getting me in trouble. Why can't they just go to bed and stay in bed like normal people. I don't need to hear all the bumps in the night! I'm starting to get sleep deprived over this!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-5623651286522078683?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/5623651286522078683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=5623651286522078683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5623651286522078683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5623651286522078683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-in-holding-pattern.html' title='We&apos;re in a Holding Pattern'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-6554385897762276377</id><published>2008-06-20T16:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:24:34.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w145/leahrenee13/DAZE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tgif-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="daze" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w145/leahrenee13/DAZE/tgif-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think today could get here fast enough. One more week.... this time (well almost) next week we will be headed for vacation. I can't wait. I'm sooo looking forward to it, but at the same time dreading it because of freaking gas. Ugh! Maybe something will happen and prices will drop dramatically. Hey!, one can dream, can't she?!?! I'm just looking forward to a week free from the daily grind. No dragging my butt outta of bed to freaking early, no being here or there at a certain time. Hubby will probably have to bring me back kicking and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days and counting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-6554385897762276377?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/6554385897762276377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=6554385897762276377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6554385897762276377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6554385897762276377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w145/leahrenee13/DAZE/th_tgif-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-6077658336864203020</id><published>2008-06-19T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:00:30.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>One of these days I will decide on a blog layout that I like. I just can't seem to find one that fits. I've used another site before, but lost a lot of my widgets and stuff doing that. And I don't want to have to go through and put all that back in again. Can you tell that I don't know what I'm doing? Welcome to my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch what you ask for..... Go read this &lt;a href="http://kadiprescott.blogspot.com/2008/06/fly-on-our-wall.html"&gt;blog and comments&lt;/a&gt; and you'll see. Me and my big mouth!!! Kadi is a excellent writer and tells it like it is. Honest truth about raising kids!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-6077658336864203020?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/6077658336864203020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=6077658336864203020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6077658336864203020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6077658336864203020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-3313919345035814994</id><published>2008-06-19T09:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:00:55.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><title type='text'>You Suck!!!</title><content type='html'>This is what I shouted at my phone this morning. Why because those assholes at verizon decided to shut my phone off after &lt;em&gt;yes aft&lt;/em&gt;er I made the damn payment last Friday. The 13th to be exact. Yep it was posted so why. Now because of their shit we get to incur the damn $15 per line charge. And that adds up pretty quick when you have several lines. So let just say that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s202.photobucket.com/albums/aa92/arelis_468/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yousuck.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="you suck" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa92/arelis_468/yousuck.gif" 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/2682295707281728263-3313919345035814994?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/3313919345035814994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=3313919345035814994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/3313919345035814994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/3313919345035814994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-suck.html' title='You Suck!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-5845157063355478460</id><published>2008-06-16T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:56:10.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punks'/><title type='text'>Pushing Buttons</title><content type='html'>For this post to make any sense whatsoever you need to read &lt;a href="http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-of-1-please.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this post&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll start with s12 first. Yes the questions were still thrown at me and hubby left and right. No matter how many times you give a response, if it's not the one she wants the question is coming back at ya later (or should I say rather soon). I'm getting to be pretty good at blowing it off, now hubby will get fed up sooner than I. I know all this is a big adjustment for her, coming for the previous living situation and all. But shit, it's been over 2 months with our rules, our house, or life style. You'd think something would have clicked just a little by now.  AAAhhhhh.....I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now on to 16. Can you guess what happened?? Bet ya can! I get there to pick her up and lets just say I wasn't surprised! We get home and the shit hits the fan. I was doing very good letting hubby handle the situation then a nerve of mine got struck and I flew off the handle. Our house, our rules, we are the parents no one else!! And I don't care what so &amp;amp; so said. She apologized later and I told her that I couldn't do anything for her anymore and best thing to do it drop it and let it fall away for now. I did give her an example of what she should have done to show us respect and to be responsible. Maybe that will sink in.   For the next few days both are gone visiting grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen 12 in over a week now. She went on vacation with my parents and then to her dads and here and there. I take that back I did see her for about 2 minutes Friday. LOL She is supposed to come home tonight; but has already called to see if she can spend the night with Granny!! And 8 called wanting to say somewhere too! My kiddos don't wanna come home! 3 is also gone for a week visiting her aunt and cousins. I certainly don't mind a quite house, but dang I miss the little punks!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-5845157063355478460?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/5845157063355478460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=5845157063355478460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5845157063355478460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5845157063355478460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/pushing-buttons.html' title='Pushing Buttons'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-5451794628838856030</id><published>2008-06-13T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:51:15.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh... only a couple more hours to go then I'm off work!! Yea for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little better today. Not a whole lot. And if your wondering, we had to deal with the punk 16's shit again last night. But it was sworn to us that the boy would not be there this weekend while she's there so I believe we are going to let her spend the night. If I find out any different, she'll figure out just what how mean I can be instead of dad! Who knows if it's a mistake or not, only time will tell. But at least I don't have to hear the moaning and groaning and deal with the attitude of her tonight. No tonight it will probably be s12!! Oh, also, I told you that during all this punk 3 was usually planning her attack. Yeah, you guessed it, she attacked last night like never before. Punk 8 will be carrying a nice size bruise on her forehead/temple. This is what happens when you are hit in the head with a wooden building block! Yeah punk 3 threw it at her and nailed her. Punk 8 had a pretty good size knot and it was already turning purple when she got to me. She got an ice pack and little miss terror got put in time out, then sent to bed. She kept saying "I wanna be nice" or "I be nice now". Broke my heart, but I had to tell her that I knew she did, but it was too late and she was in trouble. She did hug her sister several times and kept telling her "love you sissy and I sorry". The little stinker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-5451794628838856030?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/5451794628838856030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=5451794628838856030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5451794628838856030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5451794628838856030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-6915098893711574582</id><published>2008-06-12T13:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:21:01.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Party of 1, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You ever had those days that you just want to have a pity party? Well today is that day for me. I have no clue as to why. I just feel off today. A lot has happened in the past couple of days. Bad, worse, then worst about sums it up. I've had to drag myself out of bed. I've had to make myself do the things that mom's do &lt;em&gt;like cook and bath for little one&lt;/em&gt;. I've had to make myself do anything. And yet here I am sitting at &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt; on the net instead of tackling work that's laying in front of me. All the while I try my best to keep a happy face on for the world to see. I'm starting to despise my job. I don't want to do it. And most of the time it's one of the most laid back jobs one can have. Sure there's the stress of customers, jobs getting screwed up, equipment going down. But it's just something that can't be explained I guess, cause I sure as hell can't right now. I don't want to quit, I don't want to find another job. I just want some time off. Granted I was off on Tues but that word "worst" from earlier comes into play there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But then we have the joy of dealing with punk16 who doesn't know when to let a subject lie dead for a day or two. Ever tried to explain to a 16 year old female what a 16/17 year old male thinks with? Especially a male that already has a child? And 16 can't figure out why she can't go and stay the day where he's at even though it's at a family members house. Sorry I'm not fueling the fire. I've been there done that and I know what can/will happen. &lt;em&gt;But, but, but,... cry, cry, cry,... stomp, stomp, stomp... I hate you... DOOR SLAMS! &lt;/em&gt;Dad's tried to explain it in the daddy way, I've tried to explain it in the step mom/mom way, I've laid out the cold hard facts, I've listened to her spill, yadda yadda. And yes my dear friends, this has been ongoing off and on for a week now, but since Sunday night it's been EVERY DAMN NIGHT!!! Why can't it stop? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;For just a day, I want to walk in and say shut-up now, don't ask period. Most days I don't even make it to the porch steps before questions start being thrown at my head, now not from just 16  this would be from punk s12 (step daughter who's 12, remember I have a punk who's 12 too) or punk 8 as well. I can fend them off, make it into the house, set things down, go to change clothes (it's soo hot!) and to the restroom then they must know I"m sitting down &lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt; because questions start flying again. By then I break and yell, "Not right now, I'll be there in a freaking minute" Yes, they have me saying freaking! All this time, punk 3 is planning her attack. We're never sure who it will be upon but believe me, it's coming!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Maybe in a couple of weeks after vacation things will get better. But first we have to make it on that vacation. Ugh! So much shit to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I just want to Fugetaboutit!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-6915098893711574582?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/6915098893711574582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=6915098893711574582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6915098893711574582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/6915098893711574582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-of-1-please.html' title='Party of 1, please!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-399567536169108435</id><published>2008-06-11T16:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:59:48.542-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Hey Boo Boo, do I see a picnic basket?</title><content type='html'>I was asked in a previous post where we were going on vacation. Well by the title can't you tell? &lt;a href="http://www.silverlakejellystone.com/default.htm"&gt;Jellystone Park in Michigan&lt;/a&gt;. I'm hoping the punks will have fun. But who am I kidding, trying to keep 5 punks from 3 yrs to 16 yrs happy? Does anyone have a xanax, lexapro, effexor, or just a big bottle of alcohol I can take with me? I know we will def. have our ups and downs. We went last year for a family visit and had a pretty good time. See here's proof: And no I didn't leave her buried in the sand. That might be an idea if they get out of line too much this time. Think anyone will notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210744236455528434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SFBIRn1Yh_I/AAAAAAAAACU/c5YibPH91fU/s320/michigan+trip.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't just be my family this year. We are meeting up with my father &amp;amp; mother in law, as well as my sister-in-law, and several cousins as well. They are "roughing it" in campers, while we are "roughing it" in a tent!!! I love tent camping though, something about being outdoors. We did a week long camp last year and had a good time. Well most of it was good, we did have one injury and one ambulance call, but that's another post. Just wishing and praying that this year will go off without a hitch and everyone enjoys their time away from home/work/life as we know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-399567536169108435?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/399567536169108435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=399567536169108435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/399567536169108435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/399567536169108435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-boo-boo-do-i-see-picnic-basket.html' title='Hey Boo Boo, do I see a picnic basket?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SFBIRn1Yh_I/AAAAAAAAACU/c5YibPH91fU/s72-c/michigan+trip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1287700393404192129</id><published>2008-06-09T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:49:07.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>I would like to give a big shout out to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://suburbanturmoil.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suburban Turmoil&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thisfullhouse.com/this_full_house/"&gt;This Full House&lt;/a&gt; for I have won from each of their contest/give-a-ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Suburban Turmoil, I received cleaning supplies. Ok ok, it was toilet cleaners. But when you have 2 toilets and 7 people, you do what you gotta do. Granted I haven't used them yet, because I had just cleaned one of the damn things before I received my package. And two, I haven't gotten up the courage to tackle the punks bathroom yet. When I do, if someone spies an S.O.S, please send help and fast!!! I'm trying to talk hubby into letting me re-do the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From This Full House, I won a $50 Target Gift Card! I have already told hubby hands off. I'm spending this on me. What could I possibly want? Besides two minutes in the foremention bathroom without interruptions? I'm getting me a new bathing suit! All my old ones (ones I've had for years) are two big. Yeah the top still fits, no change there. But my butt must have shrunk because they are baggy on me. Yes baggy as in they hang loose in areas they shouldn't! And I'm tired of the shorts I'm still wearing when I take my swimming stuff off! Funny huh? Well then see what you think of &lt;a href="http://www.humor-blogs.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: If you notice the cuss-o-meter, I found it at &lt;strong&gt;This Full House.&lt;/strong&gt; She's doing a wonderful fund raiser with it. GO CHECK IT OUT!!! NOW!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1287700393404192129?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1287700393404192129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1287700393404192129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1287700393404192129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1287700393404192129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-8760650710046589837</id><published>2008-06-04T15:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:54:01.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Let me have my say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever tried to have a discussion with someone, but you are unable to have a discussion because they won't shut the hell up? This just chaps my hide! I just want to say, "Listen, buddy, if you'd just close your damn air hole for a couple of minutes and listen it would be all good." Especially if you know that you have a valid point to make. But noooo, you can't do that. Even in the end when you would have been right it still bits you in the ass for trying to do just that. I would love to just say "nah nah boo boo, I was right, told ya so!!" Immature, yes very, but I really don' t care. One because I would just say most of that in my head. I think I have just about come to the conclusion that I'm not supposed to have an opinion or if I am it will be told to me. URGH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii161/nikkiego/?action=view&amp;current=wreh.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii161/nikkiego/wreh.gif" border="0" alt="funny frustrated gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-8760650710046589837?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/8760650710046589837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=8760650710046589837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8760650710046589837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8760650710046589837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-me-have-my-say.html' title='Let me have my say'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1754148446333637355</id><published>2008-06-03T13:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:20:45.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No lobster here!</title><content type='html'>Well the weekend shaped up pretty good. Not exactly like the plan, but good overall. Had one punk for the night and went boating until way after dark! Swam Sat and Sun. And like the title says, no I don't favor a lobster!! Even though I think I'm starting to favor a snake a little. My back decided to shed. Well it just better hurry up cause it may only be Tues., but the weekend is coming up! Today my oldest two punks leave for their trip w/ the g'parents. They are going to see 2 Braves baseball games and go to Stone Mountain. I wish I was going! But we still have our own countdown going on here... 24 days and counting!! I think next weekend the other two oldest are going to the other g'parents for the weekend. That just leaves the smallest punk going no where. That's alright though. She's a mommy's girl anyway, plus she got to go on the spur of the moment trip to the lake Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1754148446333637355?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1754148446333637355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1754148446333637355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1754148446333637355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1754148446333637355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-lobster-here.html' title='No lobster here!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1021912785285650671</id><published>2008-05-30T13:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:25:45.494-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Weekend plans</title><content type='html'>I usually don't make plans, because they have a way of getting screwed up. Well either that or the punks piss someone off and put everyone in a bad mood and dampens things a bit. But I think we actually "made plans" for the weekend. Nothing big. Saturday: morning maybe taking stuff the the landfill then off to the lake for swimming and boating. Sunday: Family reunion and then off to the lake for swimming and boating. See a pattern there? Hopefully I can come out of this weekend NOT favoring a lobster like last weekend. I would like to get a way for a while without the punks, but the likely hood of that happening is well not that good. But I can hope that everyone minds their P's and Q's. Whom I kidding, it will be balls to the wall like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!, only (about) 28 days until vacation!!!!!!! Wanna go somewhere? Click &lt;a href="http://www.humor-blogs.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: Only one punk left in the house for tonight&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(so far)&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1021912785285650671?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1021912785285650671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1021912785285650671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1021912785285650671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1021912785285650671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend plans'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-5234877894687231211</id><published>2008-05-27T16:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:05:36.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>It's summer time...</title><content type='html'>The time has finally arrived. It's time to drag out all the floats, water toys, beach towels and sunblock! Summer is here. Well not officially but close enough. Memorial day has come and went, thus kicking off "cookout season". We spent the day on the lake. We had a blast swimming and boating. The water was still a little chilly, but not too bad. At least it didn't leave the kiddos with purple lips. I, for one, seem to favor a lobster today. The burgers and dogs wasn't the only thing that got cooked yesterday. I made sure to slather sunscreen on the little miss ray, but mom didn't do so well with myself. One of these days I'll remember. Maybe next weekend when we go back out? Hopefully! We're on the count down to vacation. About 34 days to go! The only part I dread is the 1400 miles. Yes we're driving and gas prices are gonna kill us. But oh well, it's once a year. By the time next year is here we'll make up the difference.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-5234877894687231211?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/5234877894687231211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=5234877894687231211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5234877894687231211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/5234877894687231211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-summer-time.html' title='It&apos;s summer time...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-2279419829443588420</id><published>2008-05-16T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:37:30.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>90 more minutes of torture....</title><content type='html'>LOL that doesn't sound quite right. How about 90 minutes till the weekend! Nah, like the first one better. Nothing is more boring that sitting here with nothing to do. Well I am blogging so I guess that's ok. I'll be glad when this week is over. I've had enough screw ups for one week. TGIF!!!&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk788YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="56" alt="Spaz" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_33.gif" width="64" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb098_ZNxmk788YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7926" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb098&amp;amp;pp=ZNxmk788YYUS" 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/2682295707281728263-2279419829443588420?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/2279419829443588420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=2279419829443588420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2279419829443588420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2279419829443588420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/05/90-more-minutes-of-torture.html' title='90 more minutes of torture....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-441760085721921230</id><published>2008-05-16T09:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:59:19.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>pass or fail....FAIL</title><content type='html'>Ever had the feeling that you just can't get anything accomplished? No matter what you do, how hard you try, every trick you pull, nothing helps. Two steps forward, three steps back. Yeah, well that's where I am at right now. I sometimes just want to say screw it all, just through up my hands and yell I quit. I'm done that's it. Then I bang my head against the wall and knock some sense back into myself and start all over. "This to shall pass".... I try to keep telling myself that. But holy hell, it needs to speed the hell up. My house is a wreck, it looks like these storms have blown through my house. Yes I know with 5 punks it shouldn't look like that. But to my disadvantage, I have a hard time telling them to do this or that. Yes they should be doing some. But at the same time, I can't get it out of my head that I'm the mom and that's my job to do. Also, it's not done the way I would do it so I end up redoing it a lot of the times anyway. But I get so freaking frustrated that nothing gets done. I can say that the dishes are done. But walk around the corner and you will see the mountain of clothes strewn all over the floor that needs to be folded. I washed them, dried them, then threw them there and stopped. Yeah, I suck at this. Sure if I had all day to clean (without interruptions) it would get done. But by the next day it would all be undone. It's been proven. No one likes to keep cleaning on a daily basis. Everyone it too good for that. Just pick your shit up and that would help a lot. Sitting back and saying this room is a mess doesn't help. Saying I need to do this or that doesn't help. I feel like a failure as a wife and mom. I see the outcome of my actions, but for some reason have the inability to change it. Was it the way I was raised? Is it just me? Does my past have something to do with it? I dunno. I'll figure it out someday, just hopefully it's not a day late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-441760085721921230?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/441760085721921230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=441760085721921230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/441760085721921230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/441760085721921230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/05/pass-or-failfail.html' title='pass or fail....FAIL'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1609176308682859051</id><published>2008-05-14T12:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:32:26.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Headed to the WNBA??</title><content type='html'>Could we have a star on our hands? Well it's too soon to tell. My dearest daughter is trying out for basketball at school. They have 10/11 spots to fill and about 20 girls. Hmmm... she's one of the younger ones so I don't know if that will help or hurt. She's also only play one "season" of bball. &lt;em&gt;She got speed!&lt;/em&gt; She's short. &lt;em&gt;She's can make the shot!&lt;/em&gt; Just not with her left hand. Yesterday was the second day of tryouts, and I heard the words I've been waiting to hear. "Mom, my legs and feet hurt. We had to do the "wall squats" without the wall." Yes!!! I'm not mean I promise. I have forewarned her about the workouts and she kept blowing me off.... hehehe. &lt;strong&gt;Mom was right!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Of course she didn't say that. We shall find out at the end of the week if she makes the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://humor-blogs.com/"&gt;humor-blog &lt;/a&gt;for more stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to update... she didn't make the team &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxmk788YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="30" alt="Feeling Blue" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_9_18.gif" width="30" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .  I feel so bad for the little punk. I could hear the disappointment in her voice. This was her first time to try out for a sport. There's always next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb113_ZNxmk788YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7921" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb113&amp;amp;pp=ZNxmk788YYUS" 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/2682295707281728263-1609176308682859051?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1609176308682859051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1609176308682859051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1609176308682859051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1609176308682859051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/05/headed-to-wnba.html' title='Headed to the WNBA??'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1341445114431310946</id><published>2008-05-07T09:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:54:14.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Up is the only way to go</title><content type='html'>Don't know if you've noticed my little link for "Today in History" over in my side bar, but I saw this and couldn't help but laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Crude oil prices hit a 13-year high of &lt;strong&gt;$40&lt;/strong&gt; a barrel at the New York Merchantile Exchange. Auto gasoline at the pump topped $2 a gallon by mid-month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now according to &lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/energy/"&gt;Bloomberg&lt;/a&gt; the current price is &lt;strong&gt;$122.07&lt;/strong&gt; per barrel. With the national average of gas at the pump being $3.61&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies, it's only going to keep going up! Why well one reason is of course no other than supply and demand. Apparently people in China and other countries decided to start buying cars and driving. Oh come on, now we are having to pay for them to catch up to our society. We will see a rise for the next couple of years then a plateau then slowing dropping. But don't ever expect to see a &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; in front of any price again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a year ago we all were bitching and griping about 2 bucks and now we all are getting screwed. In my opinion we should start drilling here! Yes I know there are risks and dangers to the wildlife. But look at our economy. Soon the wildlife won't have to worry about anything because gas will be so damn high that nobody will be able to afford it so they won't be in harm. When about 1/2 a paycheck goes to cover gas, I think something needs to be done! We are seriously debating on canceling our summer vacation over this. I did an estimated guess earlier and figured we will spend over $300 on gas alone! That's more than our reservations cost. Ugh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1341445114431310946?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1341445114431310946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1341445114431310946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1341445114431310946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1341445114431310946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/05/up-is-only-way-to-go.html' title='Up is the only way to go'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-8924484081361447191</id><published>2008-05-07T09:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:39:27.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>It's True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SCG-JUifo6I/AAAAAAAAACM/3dVvMnKuit8/s1600-h/media1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197644512303752098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SCG-JUifo6I/AAAAAAAAACM/3dVvMnKuit8/s320/media1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it may be true, I just can't bring myself to drink it. To me it would be like drinking gas! Yuck! Now give me a nice mixed drink and I'm good to go. But then of course those would run up there where a gallon of gas so I'd be back to square one. Figures!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out more funny signs over at &lt;a href="http://humor-blogs.com/"&gt;humor-blogs&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-8924484081361447191?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/8924484081361447191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=8924484081361447191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8924484081361447191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8924484081361447191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s True!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SCG-JUifo6I/AAAAAAAAACM/3dVvMnKuit8/s72-c/media1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-4212385867903209407</id><published>2008-05-05T13:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:02:38.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Trying to make a living....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;....and it ain't working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just say that I'm sick and tired of being broke. No actually we're broker than broke ever thought about being. Ugh!! and it's so freaking annoying. I've tried racking my brain to figure out how to cut out some things. Yeah that ain't working either. Everything is (almost) down to the bare minimum. I could kick my own ass for allowing the extra fun things we did the past couple of weekends. But sheesh, the kids needed it. Well I guess now they'll have to pay for it with the rest of us. Cause for the next few weeks come weekends our happy little butts are sitting at home. Can't afford to do anything and on top of that can't afford the damn gas to go do it! If it ain't one thing it's another thing being thrown in our faces! I'm so sick of it. (I've said that already) Take care of this then it's like a freaking little gremlin is sitting there just waiting for it's moment of greatness and drops a bomb in our laps, laughing it's freakish little evil laugh. Yeah, I'd like to take that little gremlin and pop it's little head! Know any ways of making extra cash without standing on the corner LOL??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196971165499944690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SB9ZvYOSbvI/AAAAAAAAACE/_mfHRJF8kYI/s320/gas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-4212385867903209407?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/4212385867903209407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=4212385867903209407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/4212385867903209407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/4212385867903209407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/05/trying-to-make-living.html' title='Trying to make a living....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SB9ZvYOSbvI/AAAAAAAAACE/_mfHRJF8kYI/s72-c/gas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-982969234396492533</id><published>2008-04-28T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:15:15.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I actually won something!!!</title><content type='html'>Granted it was a coupon for yogurt, but it's something my daughter loves!!!! It was through lifestyles bloggy giveaways, (&lt;a href="http://www.supernannyrules.com/more-lifestyles-bloggy-giveaways/"&gt;http://www.supernannyrules.com/more-lifestyles-bloggy-giveaways/&lt;/a&gt;) and through the blog insidefatherhood.com But I WON!!!! (or would that be my dauther won?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-982969234396492533?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.supernannyrules.com/more-lifestyles-bloggy-giveaways/' title='I actually won something!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/982969234396492533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=982969234396492533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/982969234396492533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/982969234396492533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-actually-won-something.html' title='I actually won something!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-9182327250921439003</id><published>2008-04-25T15:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:40:16.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my first born turned....... 12!!!! Where does the time go? I seems like just yesterday I was a scared out of my mind first time mom trying to figure out what to do with a wrinkly crying baby. And now I still feel like a first time mom when it comes to trying to figure out what to do with a freaking 'tween! You would think she's 16 not 12! Look up 'tude and you'll probably find her picture. But if you ask her she'd don't have an attitude. Yeah Right!!! I do feel like more is expected of her because she is the oldest and 'example setter' so I do try to cut her some slack. She's does very good in school. Well if you scratch out her two suspensions she's gotten this year. And she's still alive to tell about them!! Granted she didn't start them, but sheesh girl. Now I know where my gray hairs are coming from. She's very athletic and has recently had interest in soccer and basketball. She did very good for her first time playing either. Especially b-ball considering she was the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt; on the team. I kid her sometimes and tell her she's my boy I never had...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday baby girl. I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s168.photobucket.com/albums/u186/jenpicard/?action=view&amp;current=oct2007030-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u186/jenpicard/oct2007030-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-9182327250921439003?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/9182327250921439003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=9182327250921439003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/9182327250921439003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/9182327250921439003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-8293341459893190160</id><published>2008-04-24T12:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:42:04.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Take This Job and ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s70.photobucket.com/albums/i115/alex_mealand/?action=view&amp;amp;current=74647.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="shove it" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i115/alex_mealand/74647.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cause I ain't working (t)here no more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippy!!! Granted I didn't say those exact words, but nevertheless I'm only working one job again!!!! Oh I'm so happy. I was off work Tues. night, called in last night and it was so wonderful being at home with the family. I can't wait to tell my girls. Their on spring break this week so they have been staying here there and everywhere. I just want to scream "I Quit" from the roof tops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-8293341459893190160?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/8293341459893190160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=8293341459893190160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8293341459893190160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8293341459893190160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-this-job-and.html' title='Take This Job and ....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-152071416400531522</id><published>2008-04-23T10:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:24:23.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>3,534</title><content type='html'>That, my friends, is the number of tickets wrote in the "Taking back our highways 50/4" campaign. Here's a breakdown of some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1254 for speeding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;18 driving under the influence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;847 no seatblets or child restraints&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;53 following too close&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;21 improper lane change&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;681 no insurance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;237 drivers without license&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were also 63 non-traffic arrest made. These could have been for warrents. Acutal reasoning was not specified.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckly,&lt;em&gt; sign of relief&lt;/em&gt;, I was not one of the above statistics and neither was my hubby. I did see my share of states along the roadways. I also saw plently of traffic stops along the way too. I actually did hear of a guy getting a ticket for doing 56 in a 55! Oy! A lot were given out around schools zones also. A few that I've heard about I'd be one to argue it and probably get myself in more trouble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-152071416400531522?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/152071416400531522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=152071416400531522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/152071416400531522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/152071416400531522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/04/3534.html' title='3,534'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-3835906238842494949</id><published>2008-04-17T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:42:50.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Oh Shit!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Take Back Our Highways 50-4"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that doesn't mean anything to anyone but let me explain. Here in my little down we are ranked 2nd or 3rd in the state for the most fatal wrecks. Not something to be proud of I understand. So now our beloved State Troopers are having another campaign where they bring in about 50 extra troopers and crack down on speeders and whatnot, setting up check-points and all that jazz. This last for4 days. Here in lies the Oh Shit!!! Why, well honestly, I'm a speed demon at times. Well if speed demon means about 5 mph over the posted limit, sometimes 10 mph over on the interstate. Now I don't speed in school zones or downtown, but I tend to go a little fast on the interstate or long stright rural roads. And guess what area they are focusing on... rural roads. They are saying they will pull you over for 1 mph over. Shit, shit shit!! I think my speed thingy is off a couple of mph anyway. Hmmmm.... I think I'll keep my fingers crossed and my damn foot off the pedal!!! I'm already paying on a couple of tickets my dear sweet hubby went and got! Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-3835906238842494949?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/3835906238842494949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=3835906238842494949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/3835906238842494949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/3835906238842494949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-shit.html' title='Oh Shit!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-2078704131517717120</id><published>2008-04-15T14:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:42:19.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Another year older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well as of this past weekend my middle born child decided to go an have a birthday. Now why in the hell did she have to do that? Doesn't she realize that only makes me older too??? OK In all fairness, she has been a joy in my life. Knock on wood she's hasn't given me too many near heart attacks (YET), she's not boy crazy yet, but she has drug me to a couple of seasons of sports so far. This year she has decided to branch out and try soccer. I guess she's had enough of standing on the sidelines cheering! I'm excited to see how she's does because honestly she's pretty graceful at time. Now as soon as I can curb some annoying habits she's developed it will be all good. To my little girl, I wish you for you to experience all the life has to offer and have the opportunity to do all that your heart shall seek for you. I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as your living, my baby you'll be!! Happy Birthday Bug!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189556458177170802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SAUCGm98DXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5Hnxb38HV4k/s320/katie+bug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-2078704131517717120?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/2078704131517717120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=2078704131517717120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2078704131517717120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2078704131517717120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-year-older.html' title='Another year older'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SAUCGm98DXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5Hnxb38HV4k/s72-c/katie+bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-4773430959152543876</id><published>2008-04-10T14:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:38:09.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Is this really necessary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R_5j5270_9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F12yNVgBVcA/s1600-h/022208_10341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187693666427535314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R_5j5270_9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F12yNVgBVcA/s320/022208_10341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes this was actually posted in a restroom at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;. I mean if you are 500 lbs. I don't think your gonna fit into the stall that this sign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accompanied&lt;/span&gt;! But I guess stranger things have happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see more funny signs? Head over to www.humor-blogs.com and check them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-4773430959152543876?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/4773430959152543876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=4773430959152543876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/4773430959152543876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/4773430959152543876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-this-really-necessary.html' title='Is this really necessary?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R_5j5270_9I/AAAAAAAAABs/F12yNVgBVcA/s72-c/022208_10341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-145529895850001559</id><published>2008-04-07T12:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:15:12.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Runaway Train</title><content type='html'>Well we are now a family of 7. The punks are enrolled in school. Now we have 2 different schools to deal with for now. Long story on that part. Now to work on the insurance part of the whole ordeal, especially with oldest being diabetic.&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that I'm soooo overwhelmed? Well I am. I don't know what to do or where to turn next. Between the changes, health issues, and family (in-laws) I don't know which end is up anymore. And for some unknowingly reason I just have this eerie feeling that there's more unsettling things ahead of me. What is it? Hell if I know. There's a number of things it could possibly be. Do I want to list them, no not really. Wouldn't want to "jinks" myself. I just can't shake this sinking feeling that I've got. Can't really explain it to anyone either. Urgh!!! I've never been one to run from things. But right now I really just want to run. I want to run from everything! I want to quit my job&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't want any responsibility for anyone. I want to run far far away and hide. I just want to be left alone. Or just scream my head off. WHY???? I wish I knew why. Can't blame it on anything at the home front. It's all good there. It's probably just me being screwy as always. Just looking for answers to the endless questions, and for some reason the answers never come. And when they do it's always too little too late. It's one of those I wish I known then what I know now type of situations that I always seem to find my self in. Oh well, that's life isn't it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-145529895850001559?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/145529895850001559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=145529895850001559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/145529895850001559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/145529895850001559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/04/runaway-train.html' title='Runaway Train'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-3014332898527817377</id><published>2008-04-03T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:39:22.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Look what I did</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R_Uwmn2ukOI/AAAAAAAAABc/vUC0HoGfvYk/s1600-h/040308_08071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185103986078683362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R_Uwmn2ukOI/AAAAAAAAABc/vUC0HoGfvYk/s320/040308_08071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes I got my belly button picered. And yes it hurt like hell. Why? Well the needle and the post were two different sizes. Unfortunately it was the post that was larger. So needless to say, it had to be forced through! I'm happy with it. It was worth it. My two oldest daughters were with me for the experience. I'm still not exactly sure of what they were thinking, but I did get &lt;em&gt;"That was cool!"&lt;/em&gt;  Well at least I can say that at one moment in my tween daughters life I did something cool. Who knows when the next time that will ever happen?&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/2682295707281728263-3014332898527817377?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/3014332898527817377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=3014332898527817377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/3014332898527817377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/3014332898527817377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-what-i-did.html' title='Look what I did'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R_Uwmn2ukOI/AAAAAAAAABc/vUC0HoGfvYk/s72-c/040308_08071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-1912117382537709886</id><published>2008-04-01T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:04:04.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Not exactly what I meant</title><content type='html'>When I decided on the "Just Gimme Five" name for this blog, in my head I was meaning, of course, something along the lines of a five minute break. Well I guess things happen for a reason, because as of tonight, around 10:30 to be exactly, I will have a total of five punks in my care. Yes you read that right, five. I guess sometime or another I will have to come up with names for them for the purpose of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;griping&lt;/span&gt; talking about them here. It will probably be something creative like punk 1, punk 2, or could be thing 1, thing 2. Yeah creative right? Oh Lord help me!!! Honestly, between you and me, how am I gonna handle it?? 16, 12, 12, 8, and almost 4 are their ages, and of course all girls. My poor hubby, bull, poor me!!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hubby, he's been given me handfuls to deal with too. Last week he went into the hospital because of possible heart attack. Well luckily no heart attack. He was ekg'ed, blood draws a million and one times, pressure checks, and had an arteriogram(sp?) done. Found out today doc is worried still and is gonna put a "loop" in to monitor things. Ugh! So we have his health problems, and 16 is type 1 diabetic, so we have to get her straightened out. To put it nicely her environment wasn't the best so there's a lot to straighten. Re-read the post about the stupid tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;In other family news, my sister-in-law had her 7th child last week as well. A healthy baby boy!! But of course all good news come with bad, her 4 born child was also diagnosed as type 1 diabetic and is still currently in the hospital. GET WELL SOON B!!!&lt;br /&gt;How much more can a person handle? The good, the bad, the ugly. I would like to place my order now for more good!! And more patience, a lot more patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii14/Pooviann/?action=view&amp;current=stress.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii14/Pooviann/stress.gif" border="0" alt="stress"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-1912117382537709886?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/1912117382537709886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=1912117382537709886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1912117382537709886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/1912117382537709886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-exactly-what-i-meant.html' title='Not exactly what I meant'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-2307113752434459129</id><published>2008-03-26T10:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:39:26.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Fucking, Austria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R-pr232ukMI/AAAAAAAAABM/ytXNS0qArUI/s1600-h/pic1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182072911693779138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R-pr232ukMI/AAAAAAAAABM/ytXNS0qArUI/s320/pic1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, how would you like to live here? Oh the names to be pondered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received this in an email about this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are the residents called Fuckers? What are the mothers called? What would you be learning at the Fucking High School? Does the Fucking Hospital help you with anything else? If your friend came from another town, he wouldn't be your Fucking friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's still freaking funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also here's the article for your reading pleasure. Apparently, British are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with Fucking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R-ptLH2ukNI/AAAAAAAAABU/1l84ilxs-og/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074359097757906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R-ptLH2ukNI/AAAAAAAAABU/1l84ilxs-og/s320/untitled.bmp" 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/2682295707281728263-2307113752434459129?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/2307113752434459129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=2307113752434459129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2307113752434459129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/2307113752434459129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/03/fucking-austria.html' title='Fucking, Austria'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/R-pr232ukMI/AAAAAAAAABM/ytXNS0qArUI/s72-c/pic1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-60594643877396924</id><published>2008-03-07T14:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:32:18.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think I can count on one hand the number of times that we have actually had any snow (that amounts to anything) in the past oh 5 years. But yet, every winter when that four letter word is mentioned, people around here go crazy. Stock up on bread and milk!!! Why bread and milk? I'd rather have a lot of different things. If I was to get stuck in the house due to snow, I'd probably have to have a big bottle of alcohol to get me through it. Yeah, stock up on alcohol and smokes!! Now if it's going to be this cold, I want it to snow. Just a dusting, well that's just a tease. I'm talking a lot of snow. But unfortunately that just don't happen here. Hopefully I'll be able to post some pics of the snow. I know that the little one would love to play in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-60594643877396924?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/60594643877396924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=60594643877396924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/60594643877396924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/60594643877396924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow.html' title='Snow??'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-8937313743681834299</id><published>2008-03-06T10:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:32:37.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exes'/><title type='text'>Do I have STUPID tattooed on my forehead???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of all the tats I have, which is 3 by the way, I sure don't remember getting that tattooed there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, a little background. Gonna be a long one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I have both been hitched before. We have dealt with some crazy ex-wife things. And at this time I would like to give his EX the "Most Creative, lame excuse giving, lazy, crazy Person" award. &lt;em&gt;They do make those right??&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, at one time she and I both worked for the same company, but in different states, (AZ and AL). She ended up getting fired. Somehow in her twisted little world it had something to do with me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; Some guy from here flew out there to investigate and interview her.&lt;em&gt; Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; MY name was brought up sever times. &lt;em&gt;Sure it was.&lt;/em&gt; In the long run, she was fired. &lt;em&gt;I'm truly sorry, but grow up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; a little common sense here. If there was an investigation concerning me, I do believe that I would have been contacted also. But no, I have been evaluated and given a raise. The only thing that has been brought to my attention is the fact that I'm at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;max&lt;/span&gt; days absent &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my opinion, She Screwed UP!!!! She abused company policy in some fashion. And somewhere in that mind of hers it was because of me. Well if it make her feel better, and lets her sleep at night, honey you have my best wishes and you can run with that story all you want. But I k now to you I'm evil, wicked, mean and a royal bitch and I'm out to get her. But someone needs to get off whatever it is that there on. Because you know something.... &lt;strong&gt;I could care less what she does!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Well as long as it doesn't concern me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok I'm going to to take five now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-8937313743681834299?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/8937313743681834299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=8937313743681834299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8937313743681834299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/8937313743681834299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-i-have-stupid-tattooed-on-my.html' title='Do I have STUPID tattooed on my forehead???'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-7146210955517444624</id><published>2008-02-28T13:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:32:53.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>One day at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can we ever really take on day at a time? I really don't believe that it's possible. No matter how hard we try something always happens and we find ourselves looking to the past or maybe even the future trying to find the answers.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason it's not one day at a time for me. I feel like it's several days that hit me at once. Then where do you go for answers? I'm still working on that one. I wish there was a magic answer, and there probably is. But how to find it, is it resting at the end of the rainbow, is it hiding where all those mysterious socks disappear to, or maybe it's lurking in the shadows? All in all it's actually probably staring you right in the eyes, in plain sight all long. Just waiting for the right time to let itself be know. Well I don't want to wait for that. I want the damn thing to jump up and down saying here I am you idiot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... Deep Breath ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, better now. I think I really should just take one day at a time. I need to make it happen some way some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s106.photobucket.com/albums/m262/kltorrn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=onedayatatime.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="one day at a time" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m262/kltorrn/onedayatatime.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that five now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-7146210955517444624?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/7146210955517444624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=7146210955517444624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/7146210955517444624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/7146210955517444624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-day-at-time.html' title='One day at a time'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682295707281728263.post-7639265119199440353</id><published>2008-02-05T10:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:33:08.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Having failed miserably trying to keep up with a blog before, I am trying yet again. Will I post everyday now? That will be a no! I'm no where near being interesting enough to have something to blog about daily. I do not have the creativity to elaborate as well as a lot of bloggers do. My life is (most of the time) routine. Work, work, home. That about sums it up. Of course, at home there's always something going on with the girls or hubby. Now don't get me wrong I can ramble about nothing and make you scratch your head and wonder WTH was she talking about because of moving far far off the orginial subject. Well we shall see how it goes. Hopefully not up in flames!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2682295707281728263-7639265119199440353?l=justgimmefive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/feeds/7639265119199440353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2682295707281728263&amp;postID=7639265119199440353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/7639265119199440353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2682295707281728263/posts/default/7639265119199440353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgimmefive.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438232776127243600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ChVo3SYmfzk/SGKfT1PmXjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zlJNC4LUgWg/S220/1574744484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
