<?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-7884631311622948043</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:08:00.044-06:00</updated><category term='emily and kinsley'/><category term='vactation'/><category term='madison parker and austin'/><category term='disneyland thanksgiving  me'/><category term='baby blessing'/><category term='minnesota'/><title type='text'>Jilypill!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-1965458225209756103</id><published>2009-03-03T22:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:48:48.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A GAME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like playing a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those that have been here a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you might remember the time I asked you to comment anonymously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and say something about yourself or give a clue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as to who you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I guessed to see if I knew who you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was super fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I think I was pretty good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are going to play again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOWEVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have NEVER commented before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DON'T comment anonymously, but comment &lt;strong&gt;regularly &lt;/strong&gt;and introduce yourself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like new friends. I am nice. I don't bite. Ask anyone, they will tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, old friends...comment anonymously, I will guess who you are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends, COME OUT, COME OUT...WHEREVER YOU ARE! :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-1965458225209756103?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/1965458225209756103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=1965458225209756103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1965458225209756103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1965458225209756103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2009/03/game.html' title='A GAME!!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-8063020132356933973</id><published>2009-01-18T22:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:03:07.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height='300' width='450'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_embed.swf?embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=1337644' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=1337644' name='flashvars'/&gt;&lt;embed type='application/x-shockwave-flash' flashvars='embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=1337644' height='300' width='450' src='http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_embed.swf?embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=1337644'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-8063020132356933973?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8063020132356933973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=8063020132356933973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8063020132356933973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8063020132356933973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-1548126245724585931</id><published>2009-01-14T21:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:58:47.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>disney land</title><content type='html'>i know i am bad at posting!!! i am going to DISNEY LAND  in 7 days  a weeek from today i can't wait!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-1548126245724585931?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/1548126245724585931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=1548126245724585931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1548126245724585931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1548126245724585931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2009/01/disney-land.html' title='disney land'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-5830540837287024950</id><published>2008-12-20T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:17:37.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" name="flashplayer" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/countdown/swf/fun18.swf?then_year=2009&amp;amp;then_month=0&amp;amp;then_day=21&amp;amp;eventt=disney+land" quality="high" width="340" height="300" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="samedomain"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/countdown/" target="new"&gt;Countdown Clocks&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/countdown/fun/" target="new"&gt;Fun Countdowns&lt;/a&gt; at WishAFriend.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i can't wait to go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-5830540837287024950?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5830540837287024950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=5830540837287024950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5830540837287024950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5830540837287024950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown-clocks-fun-countdowns-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-4354655875801406685</id><published>2008-12-07T22:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:28:17.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/STypxY-JIeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aVwoQaupyCE/s1600-h/0521081107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/STypxY-JIeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aVwoQaupyCE/s320/0521081107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277279529353159138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to say thanks to my family for all they do for me!   and here are some pic!  enjoy!  well i had pic  not sure what happend to them lol! well up date pic later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-4354655875801406685?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/4354655875801406685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=4354655875801406685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4354655875801406685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4354655875801406685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/STypxY-JIeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aVwoQaupyCE/s72-c/0521081107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-6790496211506412709</id><published>2008-12-07T22:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:56:14.559-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disneyland thanksgiving  me'/><title type='text'>i can'T WAIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/STyoyU-ridI/AAAAAAAAALw/nDO58sTrXyM/s1600-h/102668-disney-20land2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/STyoyU-ridI/AAAAAAAAALw/nDO58sTrXyM/s320/102668-disney-20land2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277278445949913554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       i  know this is a VERY late post and i'm not sure anyone read this but i hope you all had a good thanksgiveing! i sure did just worked and hung out with my family and niece and nephew! all 100 of them  JK!    GREAT NEWS!             SO for christmas / My Birthday  my parents are taking me and Lexi to Disneyland! i so can't wait! Ive not been there in 2 long years!        i hope all is well!&lt;br /&gt;  christmas is just around the corner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-6790496211506412709?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/6790496211506412709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=6790496211506412709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6790496211506412709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6790496211506412709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-wait.html' title='i can&apos;T WAIT!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/STyoyU-ridI/AAAAAAAAALw/nDO58sTrXyM/s72-c/102668-disney-20land2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-2158293606975123855</id><published>2008-10-12T22:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:46:34.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>opps</title><content type='html'>i know i have not blogged in a month, ha so bad. hope everyone had a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-2158293606975123855?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/2158293606975123855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=2158293606975123855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2158293606975123855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2158293606975123855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/10/opps.html' title='opps'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-8641428001761414181</id><published>2008-09-11T15:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:20:20.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 11</title><content type='html'>..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Turn up your volume too theres a song!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay up for 16 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stays up for days on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/66lhoad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a warm shower to help you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes days or weeks without running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/bosnia/us-army3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/4mhg7ro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/542y9m8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/549rw9f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain about how hot it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/gdavis8901/military%20in%20prayer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't get to eat today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/4pjfyj9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/40535000/jpg/_40535109_iraqmosulafp220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to the mall and get your hair redone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.tinypic.com/6hgl5sh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4un0qw8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/6gx3q4x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://angelingo.usc.edu/vol04issue01/img/articleImages/SoldierBlogs/Exhausted-soldier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You roll your eyes as a baby cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/52/113379291_256e13e57b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/5x6jx4x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/67n2k2w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see only what the media wants you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees the broken bodies lying around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/6aum81l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.xinhuanet.com/ent/2002-01/24/xinsrc_89f45d87ffb14951b9da0251978d1194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay at home and watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41953000/jpg/_41953998_afp416shadow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you support your troops, the click "reply to poster" copy all the codes, and repost the bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't support your troops well, then don't re-post. You won't die in 7 days, your love life won't be affected, and you won't have the worst day ever. You don't have to repost. It's not like you know the men and women that are dying to preserve your rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dvdtimes.co.uk/images/blackhawkdown1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/677crj8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pacaf.af.mil/shared/media/photodb/photos/061116-F-2034C-011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.defendamerica.mil/images/photos/sep2003/index/ii091603d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.projectprayerflag.org/Pics/marine%201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/123073/2076411/2079646/030318_soldierFlag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://marinecorpsmoms.com/new_images/2-7homecoming.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39397000/jpg/_39397721_3rdinfantry203ap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" data="http://media.imeem.com/m/UPt-nqj93U" width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/UPt-nqj93U"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To copy, just hit the reply button and copy and paste&lt;/center&gt;....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-8641428001761414181?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8641428001761414181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=8641428001761414181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8641428001761414181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8641428001761414181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11.html' title='9 11'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.tinypic.com/66lhoad_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-9156590457622683068</id><published>2008-09-11T15:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:16:40.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Mr.DJ &lt;br /&gt;Date: Sep 11, 2008 7:43 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Turn up your volume too theres a song!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay up for 16 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stays up for days on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/66lhoad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a warm shower to help you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes days or weeks without running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/bosnia/us-army3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/4mhg7ro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/542y9m8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/549rw9f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain about how hot it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/gdavis8901/military%20in%20prayer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't get to eat today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/4pjfyj9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/40535000/jpg/_40535109_iraqmosulafp220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to the mall and get your hair redone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.tinypic.com/6hgl5sh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4un0qw8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/6gx3q4x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://angelingo.usc.edu/vol04issue01/img/articleImages/SoldierBlogs/Exhausted-soldier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You roll your eyes as a baby cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/52/113379291_256e13e57b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/5x6jx4x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/67n2k2w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see only what the media wants you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees the broken bodies lying around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/6aum81l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.xinhuanet.com/ent/2002-01/24/xinsrc_89f45d87ffb14951b9da0251978d1194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay at home and watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41953000/jpg/_41953998_afp416shadow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you support your troops, the click "reply to poster" copy all the codes, and repost the bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't support your troops well, then don't re-post. You won't die in 7 days, your love life won't be affected, and you won't have the worst day ever. You don't have to repost. It's not like you know the men and women that are dying to preserve your rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dvdtimes.co.uk/images/blackhawkdown1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/677crj8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pacaf.af.mil/shared/media/photodb/photos/061116-F-2034C-011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.defendamerica.mil/images/photos/sep2003/index/ii091603d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.projectprayerflag.org/Pics/marine%201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/123073/2076411/2079646/030318_soldierFlag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://marinecorpsmoms.com/new_images/2-7homecoming.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39397000/jpg/_39397721_3rdinfantry203ap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="80" width="300" data="http://media.imeem.com/m/UPt-nqj93U"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people with my name in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-8211713429163462121?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8211713429163462121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=8211713429163462121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8211713429163462121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8211713429163462121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-has-your-name.html' title='who has your name?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-100183517426787315</id><published>2008-09-01T16:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:07:43.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this weekend</title><content type='html'>this  weekend my family with up to hawley lake,  i don't have any pic yet!! but when i get them i will post!  hope you had  a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-100183517426787315?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/100183517426787315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=100183517426787315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/100183517426787315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/100183517426787315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-weekend.html' title='this weekend'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-4551135336715827117</id><published>2008-08-13T15:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:15:45.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random  pic that are on my laptop! enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNOuGwu64I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hzAalb0cU9g/s1600-h/family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNOarXcFlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8oa3MUzjlpk/s320/DSC03589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234113412159247954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNOasrqmbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kIEzhjqPy3s/s1600-h/0521081107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNOasrqmbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kIEzhjqPy3s/s320/0521081107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234113412512520626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNOa5PWqEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XZMDtnsm1Nw/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNOa5PWqEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XZMDtnsm1Nw/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234113415883434050" 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/7884631311622948043-4551135336715827117?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/4551135336715827117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=4551135336715827117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4551135336715827117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4551135336715827117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-pic-that-are-on-my-laptop-enjoy.html' title='random  pic that are on my laptop! enjoy'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNOuGwu64I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hzAalb0cU9g/s72-c/family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-5712973733656536250</id><published>2008-08-13T15:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:09:20.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my nephew Paxton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNNYawi_vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jaqlqRJKMqw/s1600-h/0811080831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNNYawi_vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jaqlqRJKMqw/s320/0811080831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234112273829789426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNNYQ2_62I/AAAAAAAAAII/dNxhSRACs1k/s1600-h/0811080832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNNYQ2_62I/AAAAAAAAAII/dNxhSRACs1k/s320/0811080832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234112271172496226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cute nephew Paxton,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-5712973733656536250?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5712973733656536250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=5712973733656536250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5712973733656536250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5712973733656536250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-nephew-paxton.html' title='my nephew Paxton'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SKNNYawi_vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jaqlqRJKMqw/s72-c/0811080831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-8469665829828217362</id><published>2008-08-13T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:02:38.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why i love my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="betterb"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="read_from"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                         &lt;th align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                          &lt;tr&gt;                         &lt;th&gt;                             Body:                         &lt;/th&gt;                         &lt;td style="" class="blacktextnb10"&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;WHY I LOVE MOM&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad were watch&lt;wbr&gt;ing TV when Mom said,&lt;wbr&gt; 'I'm tired&lt;wbr&gt;, and it's getti&lt;wbr&gt;ng late.&lt;br /&gt; I think&lt;wbr&gt; I'll go to bed'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the kitch&lt;wbr&gt;en to make sandw&lt;wbr&gt;iches&lt;wbr&gt; for the next day'&lt;wbr&gt;s lunch&lt;wbr&gt;es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinse&lt;wbr&gt;d out the popco&lt;wbr&gt;rn bowls&lt;wbr&gt;, took meat out of the freez&lt;wbr&gt;er for suppe&lt;wbr&gt;r the follo&lt;wbr&gt;wing eveni&lt;wbr&gt;ng, check&lt;wbr&gt;ed the cerea&lt;wbr&gt;l box level&lt;wbr&gt;s, fille&lt;wbr&gt;d the sugar&lt;wbr&gt; conta&lt;wbr&gt;iner,&lt;wbr&gt; put spoon&lt;wbr&gt;s and bowls&lt;wbr&gt; on the table&lt;wbr&gt; and start&lt;wbr&gt;ed the coffe&lt;wbr&gt;e pot for brewi&lt;wbr&gt;ng the next morni&lt;wbr&gt;ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then put some wet cloth&lt;wbr&gt;es in the dryer&lt;wbr&gt;, put a load of cloth&lt;wbr&gt;es into the was her, irone&lt;wbr&gt;d a shirt&lt;wbr&gt; and secur&lt;wbr&gt;ed a loose&lt;wbr&gt; butto&lt;wbr&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;She picke&lt;wbr&gt;d up the game piece&lt;wbr&gt;s left on the table&lt;wbr&gt;, put the phone&lt;wbr&gt; back on the charg&lt;wbr&gt;er and put the telep&lt;wbr&gt;hone book into the drawe&lt;wbr&gt;r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She water&lt;wbr&gt; ed the plant&lt;wbr&gt;s, empti&lt;wbr&gt;ed a waste&lt;wbr&gt;baske&lt;wbr&gt;t and hung up a towel&lt;wbr&gt; to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yawne&lt;wbr&gt;d and stret&lt;wbr&gt;ched and heade&lt;wbr&gt;d for the bedro&lt;wbr&gt;om. She stopp&lt;wbr&gt;ed by the desk and wrote&lt;wbr&gt; a note to the teach&lt;wbr&gt;er, count&lt;wbr&gt;ed out some cash for the field&lt;wbr&gt; trip,&lt;wbr&gt; and pulle&lt;wbr&gt;d a text book out from hidin&lt;wbr&gt;g under&lt;wbr&gt; the chair&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She signe&lt;wbr&gt;d a birth&lt;wbr&gt;day card for a frien&lt;wbr&gt;d, addre&lt;wbr&gt;ssed and stamp&lt;wbr&gt;ed the envel&lt;wbr&gt;ope and wrote&lt;wbr&gt; a quick&lt;wbr&gt; note for the groce&lt;wbr&gt;ry store&lt;wbr&gt;. She put both near her purse&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom then washe&lt;wbr&gt;d her face with 3 in 1 clean&lt;wbr&gt;ser, put on her Night&lt;wbr&gt; solut&lt;wbr&gt;ion &amp;amp; age fight&lt;wbr&gt;ing moist&lt;wbr&gt;urize&lt;wbr&gt;r, brush&lt;wbr&gt;ed and floss&lt;wbr&gt;ed her teeth&lt;wbr&gt; and filed&lt;wbr&gt; her nails&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad calle&lt;wbr&gt;d out, 'I thoug&lt;wbr&gt;ht you were going&lt;wbr&gt; to bed.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm on my way,&lt;wbr&gt;' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put some water&lt;wbr&gt; into the dog'&lt;wbr&gt;s dish and put the cat outsi&lt;wbr&gt;de, then made sure the doors&lt;wbr&gt; were locke&lt;wbr&gt;d and the patio&lt;wbr&gt; light&lt;wbr&gt; was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looke&lt;wbr&gt;d in on each of the kids and turne&lt;wbr&gt;d out their&lt;wbr&gt; bedsi&lt;wbr&gt;de lamps&lt;wbr&gt; and TV'&lt;wbr&gt;s, hung up a shir t, thr ew some dirty&lt;wbr&gt; socks&lt;wbr&gt; into the hampe&lt;wbr&gt;r, and had a brief&lt;wbr&gt; conve&lt;wbr&gt;rsati&lt;wbr&gt;on with the one up still&lt;wbr&gt; doing&lt;wbr&gt; homew&lt;wbr&gt;ork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her own room,&lt;wbr&gt; she set the alarm&lt;wbr&gt;; laid out cloth&lt;wbr&gt;ing for th e next day, strai&lt;wbr&gt;ghten&lt;wbr&gt;ed up the shoe rack.&lt;wbr&gt; She added&lt;wbr&gt; three&lt;wbr&gt; thing&lt;wbr&gt;s to her 6 most impor&lt;wbr&gt;tant thing&lt;wbr&gt;s to do list She said her praye&lt;wbr&gt;rs, and visua&lt;wbr&gt;lized&lt;wbr&gt; the accom&lt;wbr&gt;plish&lt;wbr&gt;ment of her goals&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About&lt;wbr&gt; that time,&lt;wbr&gt; Dad turne&lt;wbr&gt;d off the TV and annou&lt;wbr&gt;nced to no one in parti&lt;wbr&gt;cular&lt;wbr&gt;. 'I'm going&lt;wbr&gt; to bed.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;witho&lt;wbr&gt;ut anoth&lt;wbr&gt;er thoug&lt;wbr&gt;ht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing extra&lt;wbr&gt;ordin&lt;wbr&gt;ary here?&lt;wbr&gt; Wonde&lt;wbr&gt;r why women&lt;wbr&gt; live longe&lt;wbr&gt;r.&lt;wbr&gt;..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE&lt;wbr&gt; WE ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL.&lt;wbr&gt;.... (and we can'&lt;wbr&gt;t die soone&lt;wbr&gt;r, we still&lt;wbr&gt; have thing&lt;wbr&gt;s to do!&lt;wbr&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-8469665829828217362?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8469665829828217362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=8469665829828217362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8469665829828217362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8469665829828217362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-love-my-mom.html' title='why i love my mom'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-8951252221710604834</id><published>2008-08-13T08:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:05:57.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Are you tired of clicking on everyone's blog to see if they've recently posted...just to find out that it's still the SAME post from TWO weeks ago!?!?!? If this is you and you seem to be frustrated at the fact that there is no other solution to this madness...look no further than &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/reader/view/#"&gt;Google Reader&lt;/a&gt;!!!!! This is the best invention!!! All you have to do is click on "Add subscription", paste in the URL and voile!!! You have subscribed to your first Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about Google Reader is that it will tell you when someone has updated their blog. Also (my favorite feature), you can subscribe to anyone's blog that allows RSS feed (x-boyfriend, friend of a friend, your boyfriend's x-girlfriend). Basically, it's pretty sweet AND you can manage your subscriptions, classify them into groups and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise...you won't be disappointed once you start with Google Reader!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=291063315389225233&amp;amp;postID=5198348909978094346" onclick=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-8951252221710604834?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8951252221710604834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=8951252221710604834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8951252221710604834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8951252221710604834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-tired-of-clicking-on-everyones.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-1310011753725875059</id><published>2008-07-05T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:53:22.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="zra0786@yahoo.com" ymailto="mailto:zra0786@yahoo.com" target="_blank" href="http://us.mc366.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=zra0786@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black;"&gt;I Love      Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a      woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of      their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes      there isn't anymore. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate      together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute."      Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never      to return before we can say good-bye, or say "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while      we have it, it's best we love it, ca re for it, fix it when it's broken and      heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage . and old cars ... and      children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents      and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are      worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away      or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us      happy, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is important, like people we know who are      special. And so, we keep them close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this from someone      who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the      same way. Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who are      "keepers" in your life, including the person who sent it, if you feel that      way. Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you      love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.........I could die today, tomorrow or      next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friend      ships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let      every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't      love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a      smile can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And      just in case GOD calls me home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I      LOVE YA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#427d64;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(66, 125, 100); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live today to      the fullest because tomorrow is not promised. If you don't like something,      change it. If you can't change it, change the way you think about      it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-1310011753725875059?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/1310011753725875059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=1310011753725875059&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1310011753725875059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1310011753725875059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-ya-one-day-womans-husband-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-2932405928519794667</id><published>2008-07-05T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:42:29.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Attitude - Be Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="lilbee2.gif (1200 bytes)" style="'width:31.5pt;height:28.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\jill\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://www.ywconnection.com/lilbee2.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/jill/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" alt="lilbee2.gif (1200 bytes)" shapes="_x0000_i1025" height="38" width="42" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes &lt;st1:time hour="0" minute="0" st="on"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Today I can complain because the weather is rainy....or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money....or I can be glad my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Today I can grumble about my health....or I can rejoice that I am alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up....or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Today I can cry because roses have thorns....or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Today I can mourn my lack of friends....or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Today I can whine because I have to go to work....or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Today I can complain because I have to go to school....or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework....or I can feel honored because God has provided shelter for my mind, body and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Have a great day....unless you have other plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-2932405928519794667?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/2932405928519794667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=2932405928519794667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2932405928519794667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2932405928519794667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/07/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-633408149657738516</id><published>2008-06-27T10:34:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:42:47.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my trip to minnestoa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUYW1r_skI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ppKveLDFueo/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXv9HvF8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_c4vH6eSMRA/s320/DSC00359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601856006887362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXhpIaMUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8kRDw0toQb4/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXhpIaMUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8kRDw0toQb4/s320/DSC00469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601610122834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXarBdigI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mInM1BxMpyQ/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXarBdigI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mInM1BxMpyQ/s320/DSC00413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601490371480066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXRkkyuJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/K9pgFm4mtPs/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXRkkyuJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/K9pgFm4mtPs/s320/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601334021798034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXJQKIwYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4-P0NCsuKCs/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXJQKIwYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4-P0NCsuKCs/s320/DSC00259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601191102333314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXA-MgQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3qqlMa8mU9M/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUXA-MgQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/3qqlMa8mU9M/s320/DSC00243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601048841470882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trip to minnestoa!,&lt;br /&gt;it was fun,!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-633408149657738516?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/633408149657738516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=633408149657738516&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/633408149657738516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/633408149657738516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-trip-to-minnestoa.html' title='my trip to minnestoa!!!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SGUYW1r_skI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ppKveLDFueo/s72-c/DSC00332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-241922883742955708</id><published>2008-06-13T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:50:13.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well today is the day i fly to minnesto for a week!! whoo, i can't belives it here,&lt;br /&gt; hope you all have  good weeek !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-241922883742955708?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/241922883742955708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=241922883742955708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/241922883742955708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/241922883742955708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-today-is-day-i-fly-to-minnesto-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-2634328543659154328</id><published>2008-06-12T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:26:31.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt; day to minnestoa!!  whooo  i can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-2634328543659154328?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/2634328543659154328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=2634328543659154328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2634328543659154328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2634328543659154328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-day-to-minnestoa-whooo-i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-2272158022310225317</id><published>2008-06-07T14:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:27:48.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SErvJW9jxbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/e0shXzTYQ9Y/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SErvJW9jxbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/e0shXzTYQ9Y/s320/spaceball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209238863069038002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  6&lt;/span&gt; day's in tell minnestoa  i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;hope your having a good weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-2272158022310225317?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/2272158022310225317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=2272158022310225317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2272158022310225317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2272158022310225317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-days-in-tell-minnestoa-i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SErvJW9jxbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/e0shXzTYQ9Y/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-4987630757466541399</id><published>2008-06-04T20:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:40:59.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 Day's in tell minnestoa!!  i can't wait&lt;br /&gt; hope all is well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-4987630757466541399?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/4987630757466541399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=4987630757466541399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4987630757466541399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4987630757466541399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/06/9-days-in-tell-minnestoa-i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-5535292562789650887</id><published>2008-06-04T19:48:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:38:15.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdRT7Fmv2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8WB6I_EOqBw/s1600-h/family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdRT7Fmv2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8WB6I_EOqBw/s320/family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208220896797835106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;*Warning- Picture Overload!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdRK7Fmv1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/T81ib7rRuOs/s1600-h/DSC03931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdRK7Fmv1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/T81ib7rRuOs/s320/DSC03931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208220742179012434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdRDbFmv0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/FtLcahrwZfs/s1600-h/DSC03948_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdRDbFmv0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/FtLcahrwZfs/s320/DSC03948_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208220613329993538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdQ7LFmvzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0CugwWgUVI/s1600-h/kifd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdQ7LFmvzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0CugwWgUVI/s320/kifd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208220471596072754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdQx7FmvyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dVueInI7KX4/s1600-h/DSC03858.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;*Warning- Picture Overload!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdQx7FmvyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dVueInI7KX4/s320/DSC03858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208220312682282786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdQp7FmvxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/R3ZPOty1NVk/s1600-h/DSC03861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdQp7FmvxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/R3ZPOty1NVk/s320/DSC03861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208220175243329298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdP7bFmvwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sGI7JOtOCUc/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdP7bFmvwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sGI7JOtOCUc/s320/DSC01659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208219376379412226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdOZLFmvuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sBh3g_HELIw/s1600-h/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdOZLFmvuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sBh3g_HELIw/s320/DSC01650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208217688457264866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mattandbritani.blogspot.com/2008/06/bateman-family-reunion.html"&gt;Bateman Family Reunion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                    We had a great time with My family this weekend up at Hawley Lake for the Bateman Family Reunion! We did lots of things, fishing, lots and lots of eating, playing games, hideing from big foot, and lots of throwing up and being sick(apparently the flu bug decided to come along for the reunion too and folow a lot of us home!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this reunion meant a lot to My grandparent. my mom and all of her siblings were able to come with all of there family's. We had over 50 people and this is one of the first times they have all gotten together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who worked so hard to put this together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;*Warning- Picture Overload!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-5535292562789650887?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5535292562789650887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=5535292562789650887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5535292562789650887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5535292562789650887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/06/reunion.html' title='reunion'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SEdRT7Fmv2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/8WB6I_EOqBw/s72-c/family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-7253540357021477528</id><published>2008-05-29T09:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:27:42.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fun</title><content type='html'>well it's thurday at 830 and in a hour and a half i will be onmy way to holly lake for my family Reuion!!  hope you all have a good weeek!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-7253540357021477528?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/7253540357021477528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=7253540357021477528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7253540357021477528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7253540357021477528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun.html' title='fun'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-3220475528341244465</id><published>2008-05-27T22:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:35:02.512-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vactation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!! &lt;br /&gt; Hope all is well!!  I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 day's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in tell my family Reunion, i can't wait i'm going to see some family that I've not seen in a long time, whoo can't wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 day's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tell minnestoa i can't wait to get out of the heat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I stink at blogging I'm trying to get better,  i hope you all have a good week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-3220475528341244465?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/3220475528341244465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=3220475528341244465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/3220475528341244465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/3220475528341244465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-hope-all-is-well-i-have-2-days-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-1122213390278949772</id><published>2008-05-21T13:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:27:42.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>minnesota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SDR3JsJ70vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/whgnEP53dI0/s1600-h/0521081107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SDR3JsJ70vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/whgnEP53dI0/s320/0521081107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202914477875122930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SDR2tcJ70uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/z6wVFifeBIc/s1600-h/0520081622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SDR2tcJ70uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/z6wVFifeBIc/s320/0520081622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202913992543818466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;23&lt;/span&gt;  day's until  minnesota  I can't wait!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-1122213390278949772?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/1122213390278949772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=1122213390278949772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1122213390278949772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1122213390278949772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/05/minnesota_21.html' title='minnesota'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SDR3JsJ70vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/whgnEP53dI0/s72-c/0521081107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-7290627555129096405</id><published>2008-05-16T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:15:05.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are 10 reasons why you should smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; 1. Smiling makes us attractive.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;2. Smiling Changes Our Mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Smiling is Contagious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Smiling Relieves Stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Smiling Boosts Your Immune System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Smiling Lowers Your Blood Pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Smiling Releases Endorphins, Natural Pain Killers and Serotonin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Smiling Lifts the Face and Makes You Look Younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Smiling Makes You Seem Successful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Smiling Helps You Stay Positive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-7290627555129096405?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/7290627555129096405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=7290627555129096405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7290627555129096405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7290627555129096405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-are-10-reasons-why-you-should.html' title='Here are 10 reasons why you should smile'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-5417635962487740005</id><published>2008-05-15T09:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:36:22.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minnesota'/><title type='text'>29 day's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCxYRsJ70tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/F9-362U7wTg/s1600-h/minnf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCxYRsJ70tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/F9-362U7wTg/s320/minnf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200628730639930066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCxYD8J70sI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-m7GZkabEiQ/s1600-h/487700073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCxYD8J70sI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-m7GZkabEiQ/s320/487700073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200628494416728770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;day's tell i go to minnesota!!  i can't wait! to get out of the heat!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-5417635962487740005?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5417635962487740005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=5417635962487740005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5417635962487740005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5417635962487740005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/05/29-days.html' title='29 day&apos;s'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCxYRsJ70tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/F9-362U7wTg/s72-c/minnf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-820589879987934010</id><published>2008-05-07T19:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:19:35.209-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby blessing'/><title type='text'>carter blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCJUx2xjjBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hl8w6ssOVsQ/s1600-h/DSC03591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCJUx2xjjBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hl8w6ssOVsQ/s320/DSC03591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197810135432662034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCJUhWxjjAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AIaB4RMMGD4/s1600-h/DSC03589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCJUhWxjjAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AIaB4RMMGD4/s320/DSC03589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197809851964820482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCJUbWxji_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Z9aBw2I_RMc/s1600-h/DSC03587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCJUbWxji_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Z9aBw2I_RMc/s320/DSC03587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197809748885605362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a few day's old  but my nephew  Carter got blessed on Sunday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-820589879987934010?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/820589879987934010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=820589879987934010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/820589879987934010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/820589879987934010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/05/carter-blessing.html' title='carter blessing'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCJUx2xjjBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hl8w6ssOVsQ/s72-c/DSC03591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-6758546132005375213</id><published>2008-05-07T19:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:08:13.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>minnesota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCJR7mxji-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/t3AHPDht6cE/s1600-h/file-10-9974-file2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCJR7mxji-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/t3AHPDht6cE/s320/file-10-9974-file2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197807004401503202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i stink at blogging i just don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in about 37 day's I am going to Minnesota to see some Friend's i can't wait to get out of AZ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-6758546132005375213?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/6758546132005375213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=6758546132005375213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6758546132005375213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6758546132005375213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/05/minnesota.html' title='minnesota'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SCJR7mxji-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/t3AHPDht6cE/s72-c/file-10-9974-file2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-8515750924058837948</id><published>2008-04-13T19:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:41:11.349-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily and kinsley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madison parker and austin'/><title type='text'>Some pic of my niece's and nephew's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SAK17GHADNI/AAAAAAAAADo/c9bItL4bTIA/s1600-h/parker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SAK17GHADNI/AAAAAAAAADo/c9bItL4bTIA/s320/parker.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188909747541118162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SAK12GHADMI/AAAAAAAAADg/AJhnFx1A6QY/s1600-h/madison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SAK12GHADMI/AAAAAAAAADg/AJhnFx1A6QY/s320/madison.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188909661641772226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SAK1rmHADLI/AAAAAAAAADY/ooEQBS3nDls/s1600-h/kinsDSC_4881bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SAK1rmHADLI/AAAAAAAAADY/ooEQBS3nDls/s320/kinsDSC_4881bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188909481253145778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SAK1lWHADKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VceomHH3kd4/s1600-h/austin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SAK1lWHADKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VceomHH3kd4/s320/austin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188909373878963362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pic of my nieces and nephews&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-8515750924058837948?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8515750924058837948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=8515750924058837948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8515750924058837948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8515750924058837948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-pic-of-my-nieces-and-nephews.html' title='Some pic of my niece&apos;s and nephew&apos;s'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/SAK17GHADNI/AAAAAAAAADo/c9bItL4bTIA/s72-c/parker.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-6524163727860596151</id><published>2008-04-09T18:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:39:39.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=31123508&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;/p&gt;                                         &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;In life we meet people we can not forget. I met some outstanding people. I see friends who lifes have gone down hill in the crazy twist of events. Then turn it into there advantage. I seen freinds who mess up really bad. Then they stand up and do there best to make it right. Friends who lose themselfs only to find out who they really want to be. I am truely greatful for all the people I have ever met in small and big ways they helped make me who I am today. Everyone I have met and/or become friends with is a true example to me. I know not all of them feel like they are good examples but they are. I want to thank them for putting up with me. I can get a little crazy and annoying at times. But I am not scared to be me around them. I like to thank them for being them. I like to thank them for careing about how I really am. And I would like to thank them for anything else i have left out. You are all the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;I also want to tell them this: No matter how hard life gets I'll be there to help you out. No matter how silly it seems I'll be there to help. Just ask and I'll be there. It is the least that I can do for all your support and help you have given to me. And it does not matter how small or silly it is I'll help just ask. Thank you again i never forget any of you. You changed my life for the good and let me be me that is the best gift anyone could ever give me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;                                                      &lt;b&gt;                                       &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&amp;amp;friendID=31123508&amp;amp;blogID=309588873&amp;amp;ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA%2F2gZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECFFi%2BHuOyCIxBBBXmAedW%2FLJbonBKZDCtiMiBCjcQuzsuvor8btk%2B8LhcZGtGq6w%2B2GagqX7sEuK0GpWbe%2FRaAk2jAY5&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=8&amp;amp;Mytoken=D9C4E465-A68B-47AF-92762422654D421554253589"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-6524163727860596151?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/6524163727860596151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=6524163727860596151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6524163727860596151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6524163727860596151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-6009034091399525425</id><published>2008-04-07T23:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:16:23.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;Do you ever feel like you are in a world where everyone is moving around you and you are just standing still watching. Where no matter what you do to try and get someone attention they all keep walking by you. So you walk away and move on in your invisible life. The next time you turn and you see someone who makes your heart skip a beat you try to reach out for them to tell them that you love them but they dint see you or even know that you are there. So you continue in your invisible life. You turn around again and they seem to be looking at you and are starting to walk towards you. As they get closer you check to make sure that you hair is straight and your clothes look OK. They keep coming closes then you realize that they are going to pass you by again. As they do you see them walking toward a beautiful person. You think to yourself Why couldn't that be me? Time goes by and you get over the heartache you live your life in your invisible world. Then one day you look up again and see someone walking toward you and this time they are saying your name and telling you that they love you. You are so happy you dint know what to do so you hold on and you squeeze them so tight that they cannot breath. They tell you to let go but you cannot let go because if you do they may look in your eyes and see you for the person that you really are the invisible person that you are. You tell them that you love them and they tell you too, but in your heart you know that you cannot keep squeezing because it is squeezing the life out of them. You wake up one day and look into there eyes and the love for you is gone. So you finally let go and they run. So you go beck to your corner in your little invisible world. You look up and you see everyone around you is in love and you wish that you could have that again. You think about stepping out of your invisible corner again but it scares you. So you pray for the strength and hope that maybe someday you will find true love in your life. Find the love that everyone talks about where someone loves you for who you are no matter what. You keep praying and thinking that you know God would not put you on this earth to never find your true love. So you look up and decide that you can start looking again because God has said he will be there for you no matter what. So you put your shoes on and you start to take baby steps. Before you know it you have made it to the middle of this big circle of people some falling in love some already in love and your heartaches again and you long to find the person that will stand by you forever. The person who will love you and your mistakes will not matter to them. You look up and you see a few people walking towards you so again you make sure your hair is straight and you clothes look OK one by one they either walk by you or you realize they just want you to hurt you. You want to give up but you look up to God and ask him for strength and for guidance. Before you know it this wonderful person comes walking towards you. They have this wonderful glow about them and right away you know that they will be the love of your life. So you try again to look your best and as you are straighting your shirt you look up and they are looking directly into your eyes. That scares you more the anything so you look away. You start to hang on because they make you feel safe but all the while you still can not look into there eyes because if you did they would just want to run because you are not the person they think you are you fight hard to make sure they don't look into you eyes . Till one day you are on the verge of losing them and you realize that there have been those few times that they got to see the corner of your eyes and they got to see the real you for a minute or two. You get scared because you don't know what to do. You think they will run so you push them away and tell them they are better off with out you all the while you are dieing inside. How could they really love you, the invisible person who lived there life in the shadows of everyone else. One night a light goes off in your head and you realize all you have to do is step in to the light then you will not have to be invisible anymore. So you do, and you are no longer invisible anymore, but its to late because you never let anyone look in and now you maybe visible but you are lonely and you wish that your true love would come back but you have pushed that person away one last time and now they are not coming back. So you cry yourself to sleep every night knowing that if you would have just let them in your true love would still be here. Time goes on and you grow old all the while wishing you could have done something different in your life if you could have just looked in to someones eyes so they could see the real you, you would not be sitting here on your death bed sad and alone. You hear a noise and for the last time in your life you look up and it is your true love walking by the door of your hospital room you hear him ask for you as you drift of to sleep for the last time. As you go you think if you would have just let your true love look into your eyes to see who you really where you would not of had to live a lonely life. In there hand they held a card and as you look down from above you read it, it reads "I loved you my whole life. Wish you would have let me in. I still would have loved you no matter what. Love always your true love." For the first time in your life you cry a tear that falls on your loves check. They look up and know its from you and they cry to wishing they could have been let in to love the real you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-6009034091399525425?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/6009034091399525425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=6009034091399525425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6009034091399525425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6009034091399525425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-ever-feel-like-you-are-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-477452980843684021</id><published>2008-04-02T11:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:35:39.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WONDER WHY? &lt;br /&gt; I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;people have to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to count on you&lt;br /&gt;to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;and that was enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wounder we&lt;br /&gt;I have to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say change is good&lt;br /&gt;I use to agree&lt;br /&gt;but than you changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM YOUR FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   You may not have ever seen me&lt;br /&gt;  But you know that I am here.&lt;br /&gt;  You can feel me in your heart&lt;br /&gt;  As you enter each new day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I will always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;  I am your friend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Someone to share the good times&lt;br /&gt;  As well as the bad.&lt;br /&gt;  I make no judgments by what you say&lt;br /&gt;  I just listen with my heart and&lt;br /&gt;  Hope to be of help in anyway I can.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I will be there for you now and forever&lt;br /&gt;  And always please remember&lt;br /&gt;  I am your friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-477452980843684021?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/477452980843684021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=477452980843684021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/477452980843684021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/477452980843684021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wonder-why-i-wonder-why-people-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-5856069111748466514</id><published>2008-04-02T11:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:25:49.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OK to CRY,</title><content type='html'>When all that's around you&lt;br /&gt;Seems awkward with trouble&lt;br /&gt;When people surround you&lt;br /&gt;And make your work double&lt;br /&gt;When all you can think of&lt;br /&gt;Is why do they pry&lt;br /&gt;When words seem to fail you&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all that surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;Is hopeless and sad&lt;br /&gt;When some people harm you&lt;br /&gt;They treat you so bad&lt;br /&gt;When they leave you so lonely&lt;br /&gt;And tell you a lie&lt;br /&gt;When no thought seems to comfort&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tears sting the lonely&lt;br /&gt;And your empty heart aches&lt;br /&gt;When your question you ask&lt;br /&gt;Is why my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;When friends reach a hand to you&lt;br /&gt;Once more you ask why&lt;br /&gt;When you sit there and wonder&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask yourself why again&lt;br /&gt;Your heart full of fear&lt;br /&gt;When all around hurts so&lt;br /&gt;Just too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;When you need help understanding&lt;br /&gt;You know you must try&lt;br /&gt;When nothing else helps you&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OK TO CRY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-5856069111748466514?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5856069111748466514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=5856069111748466514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5856069111748466514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5856069111748466514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-ok-to-cry.html' title='It&apos;s OK to CRY,'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-6229349970289693670</id><published>2008-03-31T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:47:40.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;img id="MA1.1201910514" src="http://us.f366.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=269_1160334_61391_1984_86530_0_163298_169755_883202131&amp;amp;bodyPart=2&amp;amp;YY=26932&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;amp;view=a&amp;amp;head=b&amp;amp;Idx=0" height="189" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not            me. I concentrate on solutions for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;problems.            It's a win-win situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+            &lt;u&gt;Dig a moat the length of the Mexican            border.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;u&gt;Send the dirt to  New            Orleans&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; 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                                &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:6;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Yep!                                  I passed it                                  on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;img id="MA5.1201910514" src="http://us.f366.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=269_1160334_61391_1984_86530_0_163298_169755_883202131&amp;amp;bodyPart=6&amp;amp;YY=26932&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;y5beta=yes&amp;amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;amp;view=a&amp;amp;head=b&amp;amp;Idx=0" height="189" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;I'm                                  sorry, but after hearing they want                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen   ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen   ITC';"&gt;to                                  sing OUR National Anthem in Spanish -                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen   ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen   ITC';"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen   ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen   ITC';"&gt;                                  is Too much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;NEVER                                  did they sing it in Italian,                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Japanese,                                  Polish, Irish-Celtic, German, Portuguese,                                  Greek, French, or any other language because of                                  immigration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;It                                  was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen   ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen   ITC';"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;written                                  by &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1206978319_1"&gt;Francis Scott Key&lt;/span&gt; and should be sung word for                                  word the way it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;                                  written. The news broadcasts                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;                                  a translation that's NOT even close.                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Sorry                                  if this offends                                  anyone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:6;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: red; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;THIS                                  IS MY COUNTRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Do                                  YOU -                                  sing MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt; National                                  Anthem in YOUR COUNTRY                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;                                      IN &lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;ENGLISH                                  ?&lt;/span&gt; ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;And,                                  because I make this statement                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;DOES                                  NOT mean I'm against                                  immigration!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;YOU                                  ARE WELCOME HERE IN MY                                  COUNTRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Welcome                                  to come through like                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;                                  else has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Get                                  a &lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;sponsor                                  !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Get                                  a place to lay your &lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;head                                  ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Get a                                  &lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;job                                  !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;Live by                                  OUR &lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;rules                                  ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen   ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen   ITC';"&gt;Pay                                  YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;taxes                                  !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;And                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen   ITC;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: 'Kristen   ITC';"&gt;LEARN                                  THE LANGUAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;LIKE                                  ALL OTHER IMMIGRANTS HAVE                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;IN                                  THE PAST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 14pt; color: red; font-family: ITC;"&gt;AND                                  PLEASE DON'T DEMAND THAT WE HAND OVER                                  OUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;LIFETIME                                  SAVINGS OF SOCIAL                                  SECURITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;FUNDS                                  TO  YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 14pt; color: red; font-family: ITC;"&gt;TO                                  MAKE UP FOR                                  ''YOUR''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;LOSSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;If                                  you don't want to forward this                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;for                                  fear of offending someone,                                  then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen   ITC;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: 'Kristen   ITC';"&gt;YOU'RE                                  PART OF THE                                  PROBLEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;When                                  will AMERICAN'S STOP giving away THEIR                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;RIGHTS???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;We've                                  gone so far the other way,                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;bent                                  over backwards not                                  to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;offend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;                                  anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;But                                  it seems no one cares about the AMERICAN                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt; being                                  offended! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;WAKE                                  UP&lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen   ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen   ITC';"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ececececececececececececececgrame"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen   ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen   ITC';"&gt;!!!                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;If                                  you agree - pass this                                  on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'Kristen ITC';"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;                                  &lt;tr&gt;                                 &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 0in; width: 100%;" width="100%"&gt;                                 &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; 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 &lt;a name="8263646511276357856"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://busybeelauren.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-i-believe.html"&gt;What I believe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   As I was reading Melissa's blog today, I found a link to a blogger named &lt;a href="http://2kidsandtired.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-you-believe.html"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt;. She asked some deep questions about God, and what we believe. This week I have been thinking about Christ a lot, not just because of Easter, but because he has come up a lot in the topic of discussion in a few of my classes. I decided with Easter being tomorrow, I would share my beliefs with you in the form of &lt;a href="http://2kidsandtired.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-you-believe.html"&gt;Holly's questions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lE43T8V0oEA/R-UpdeHW6vI/AAAAAAAACS0/z2W-DWM9qLw/s1600-h/goChristWalkingOnShoreline_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180592532636494578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lE43T8V0oEA/R-UpdeHW6vI/AAAAAAAACS0/z2W-DWM9qLw/s400/goChristWalkingOnShoreline_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 1. Why do you believe in God?&lt;/strong&gt; Can you imagine living in a world where there was no God? I couldn't. Many of the students in my Philosophy class don't believe in God. They believe strongly in evolution. How awful would it be to live a life of no purpose. You live, and you die and that is the end. You would live life completely for &lt;em&gt;yourself&lt;/em&gt;. I don't like that idea. Instead, I live my life loving others, trying to gain positive experiences, and following God's commandments because I know that I am a child of God, and I want to do what will make him happy so I can live with him again. Beliving in God gives me a &lt;em&gt;purpose&lt;/em&gt; in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Why do you believe in your particular faith?&lt;/strong&gt; I believe that &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/the-restoration-of-truth/jesus-christ-established-his-church"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints &lt;/a&gt;is the true church because the Gospel is completely centered on Christ, his Atonement and his teachings. We strive to be like him in every way, following his perfect example. Being a member of His (Jesus Christ) church helps me mold into the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lE43T8V0oEA/R-UpXuHW6uI/AAAAAAAACSs/6_5cfqd9Do0/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180592433852246754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lE43T8V0oEA/R-UpXuHW6uI/AAAAAAAACSs/6_5cfqd9Do0/s400/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Are you a member of your church because your parents were and that is how you were raised?&lt;/strong&gt; To a degree, I am a member of the LDS church because my parents raised me in this church, but only because I was introduced to the church at birth. I consider myself extremely blessed for this fact. The church has been a beacon in my life, guiding me through tough decisions. I have never felt the loneliness of not having God, or Jesus in my life...he has always been there. I have the blessing of having prayer my entire life as well. To say that I am LDS because my parents are, is false. I am now an adult and I have gained my own personal testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I am a member of the church because I know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 4. Do you ever question God? &lt;/strong&gt;There has never been a time in my life that I questioned God's existance, but unfortunately there have been dark times in my life where my knowledge of God's love has been clouded. I believe that God gives us trials to test our faith and to make us stronger. Those dark times in my life have strengthened my faith and brought me closer to God, and Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lE43T8V0oEA/R-UpTeHW6tI/AAAAAAAACSk/5RuNF7bNKws/s1600-h/HAND_IN_HAND_SMALL_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180592360837802706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lE43T8V0oEA/R-UpTeHW6tI/AAAAAAAACSk/5RuNF7bNKws/s400/HAND_IN_HAND_SMALL_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 5. Do you ever wonder if going to church and trying to live a Godly life is even worth it?&lt;/strong&gt;  No,  I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that it is worth it. I have learned from reading the scriptures that living a good, righteous life will bring us so many blessings in this life and the life to come. Living righteously brings happiness and true joy...isn't that what everyone wants out of life? To be happy. I am happy because I have God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you believe?  tell me what you think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-3814525284766967150?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/3814525284766967150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=3814525284766967150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/3814525284766967150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/3814525284766967150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-i-believe.html' title='What i believe'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lE43T8V0oEA/R-UpdeHW6vI/AAAAAAAACS0/z2W-DWM9qLw/s72-c/goChristWalkingOnShoreline_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-5688921680647604941</id><published>2008-03-11T10:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:37:18.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy: I need someone to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm always here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I like her so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Don't say that...you're amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Then tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: She won't like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: How do you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I can just tell her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Well just tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: What should I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Tell her how much you like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I tell her daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'm always with her...I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem...but                        he'll never like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wait. Who do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oh, some boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Oh, she won't like me either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: She does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: How do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Because who wouldn't like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You're wrong. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: So are you going to talk to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Boy: I just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-5688921680647604941?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5688921680647604941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=5688921680647604941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5688921680647604941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5688921680647604941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/03/talk.html' title='the talk'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-2324361380778353353</id><published>2008-02-26T14:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:36:11.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;We met in high school&lt;br /&gt;Now we will be cool&lt;br /&gt;Forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;We been thru our ups and down&lt;br /&gt;But every time we hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;We got back up&lt;br /&gt;Not giving a WAT&lt;br /&gt;Not what people say?&lt;br /&gt;About our strut&lt;br /&gt;How we walk&lt;br /&gt;With our heads up&lt;br /&gt;And standing tall&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for us to stay strong,&lt;br /&gt;Were we think we belong&lt;br /&gt;But we know&lt;br /&gt;Even with them&lt;br /&gt;We think of each other&lt;br /&gt;You say I’m like your bother&lt;br /&gt;You're like my sister&lt;br /&gt;And that all that matters&lt;br /&gt;And we don't care about all that chatter&lt;br /&gt;But they know not to step to us&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that we won’t ever cuss&lt;br /&gt;We won’t get mad&lt;br /&gt;Cause that aint us&lt;br /&gt;All we do is brush&lt;br /&gt;Them off with the dust&lt;br /&gt;Off our shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Cause aint no one colder&lt;br /&gt;Them us we cool&lt;br /&gt;So cool so clever&lt;br /&gt;With bending the rules&lt;br /&gt;And we will be friends&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-2324361380778353353?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/2324361380778353353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=2324361380778353353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2324361380778353353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2324361380778353353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/02/forever.html' title='FOREVER!!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-6043482646112382599</id><published>2008-02-26T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:31:03.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the poet heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;  No uttered words the poet speaks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; No skies of golden hue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; No tales of unrequited love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; They were lost when I lost you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; No words to caress his lover's heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And gone the dreams he swore they'd live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; But alone within the poet dwells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; No uttered words... none left to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; No music swells within his soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Just silence surrounds his heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And the solitude engulfs his world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; When the poet and love depart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And lost the beauty he once could see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And the glory he saw each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Now the poet pens his last farewell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; No more love can he convey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; But what's the poet's soul to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; To release the love he feels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; For he'll surely die and wither,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; If that love he now conceals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; He must hide the hurt and heartache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Just smile to friends and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; I'm fine... love doesn't matters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And deceive them all that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; For a different face he'll show them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; To barricade his pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; To hide his shattered spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; From the love he ne'er attained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; But the pain within shall kill him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Not soon but through the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; For the poet knows his anguish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; When alone he sheds her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And at night when dreams come calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; With her voice, her smile... her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; A single tear upon his cheek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Hides the pain his heart belies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; For he loved her soul completely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Was consumed by beauty's bliss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Had shared her inner thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; But never shared her kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And when death comes to the poet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And to heaven his soul ascends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; He'll smile before her beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; For eternity never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; So will the poet regret the life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Which stole away the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; No he'll simply recall the love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; He felt in all her tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And when his love has joined him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And they meet in heaven's bliss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Their regrets will quickly perish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; As they kiss their first sweet kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And the words will quickly flow again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; From my thoughts, to hand... to book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; I'll not write of God or Heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; When upon your face I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; So the poet's again a poet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; For the words were always there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; I just didn't see much beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; When your love I couldn't share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; So their souls will find the love at last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; That in life they could not seek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And the poet soon finds the words in you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; The words... he could not speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7884631311622948043-6043482646112382599?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/6043482646112382599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=6043482646112382599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6043482646112382599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6043482646112382599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/02/poet-heart.html' title='the poet heart'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-7569183481346514684</id><published>2008-01-28T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:25:31.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidenr Gordon B Hinckley    He has done so much for us and its weird now that he's gone:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="betterb"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="read_from"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Gordon B. Hinckley of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints died this evening. He was 97.&lt;br /&gt;Hinckley's life spanned the 20th century, a time marked by LDS global outreach and technological advances. He saw his church evolve from a tiny sect in the Intermountain West to a respected religious movement with more than 13 million members worldwide. He embraced each new communication device, from radio to satellite to YouTube, as a chance to spread the Mormon word.&lt;br /&gt;He began his career in the 1930s as a missionary defending the faith on a soapbox in London's Hyde Park and lived to see the country's first viable Mormon candidate for Photo gallery&lt;br /&gt;Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;br /&gt;president. Through it all, Hinckley worked tirelessly to gain acceptance for his church on the world's stage.&lt;br /&gt;"We are not a weird people," Hinckley told Mike Wallace in a 1995 "60 Minutes" interview.&lt;br /&gt;With the shrewdness of a politician, Hinckley downplayed the more controversial aspects of LDS history. He welcomed the world to Utah for the 2002 Olympic Winter Games, promising everyone they could get a drink here and accepted one of America's highest honors - the Presidential Medal of Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;He highlighted Mormon commonality with other Christians, forging alliances with other faith groups while scolding LDS Church members for being too clannish, self-righteous and unfriendly to their neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;"This church has grown into a great worldwide organization affecting for good the lives of people in more than 140 nations," Hinckley told The New York Times in 1995. "You can't, you don't, build out of pessimism or cynicism. You look with optimism, work with faith, and things happen."&lt;br /&gt;Even as he looked outward, Hinckley energized the faithful with his forward-thinking proposals.&lt;br /&gt;He undertook the most ambitious building program in the church's history, including the massive Conference Center near Temple Square and 83 temples - that's 24 more in nearly 13 years than the 50 constructed in the previous 165 years of LDS history. He created a plan to help returned missionaries in Third World countries get an education. He revitalized missionary work, worked on the retention of new converts, sent apostles to live in far-flung regions for the first time in Mormon history, and replaced many paid positions with volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;Hinckley also remodeled the image of a Mormon leader.&lt;br /&gt;When he became the church's 15th president in March 1995 at 84 years old, Hinckley essentially had been leading the church for more than a decade due to the frail health of his predecessors. He was determined to defy the view of LDS presidents as feeble, secretive and quaintly parochial. He dazzled people - members and outsiders alike - with his encyclopedic memory and almost superhuman work ethic. During his nearly 13 years as president, Hinckley gave more than 2,000 speeches, visited more than 150 countries, and greeted hundreds of diplomats and ambassadors. He was interviewed by journalists from nearly every major American newspaper, charming many with his folksy wisdom and self-deprecating humor.&lt;br /&gt;"Treat me well," he would say with a sly grin. "I'm just an old man."&lt;br /&gt;Yet even in his 90s, the figure Mormons consider a "prophet, seer and revelator" rarely thought like an old man.&lt;br /&gt;"His keen intellect and thirst to understand how everything works resulted in a storehouse of knowledge that will be nearly irreplaceable," said Elder Marlin Jensen, the church's official historian. "I believe he was a true prophet but it didn't hurt that he was a genius, too."&lt;br /&gt;Roots of leadership&lt;br /&gt;Throughout childhood, Hinckley split his time between a Salt Lake City home and a farm in East Millcreek, where he learned to work the land, love the trees and grow his Mormon faith.&lt;br /&gt;It was there where he had his first spiritual experience. He was about 5 years old and suffering from a painful earache.&lt;br /&gt;"My mother prepared a bag of table salt and put it on the stove to warm," he said in 2000. "My father softly put his hands upon my head and gave me a blessing, rebuking the pain and the illness by authority of the holy priesthood and in the name of Jesus Christ. He then took me tenderly in his arms and placed the bag of warm salt at my ear. The pain subsided and left."&lt;br /&gt;Cradled in his father's arms, Hinckley drifted off to sleep, his father's words lingering in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;"That is the earliest remembrance I have of the exercise of the authority of the priesthood in the name of the Lord," he said.&lt;br /&gt;While the Hinckley home was awash in Mormon practices, it was also a place of learning. The five children (as well as several half-siblings) read Harvard classics around the kitchen table, where Hinckley became a devotee of Milton, Shakespeare, Kipling and especially Charles Dickens.&lt;br /&gt;Such wide-ranging reading was unusual for a homespun Mormon family, but it provided the wellspring of education to which Hinckley would return again and again in his career. It allowed him to speak "non-Mormon" fluently. In 1998, Hinckley wrote a small volume, Standing for Something: Ten Neglected Virtues That Will Heal Our Hearts and Homes, in which he drew on many childhood experiences without a single use of uniquely LDS language or beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;To the faithful, Hinckley spoke in simple, imperative sentences like a grandfather - stern when condemning abuse, pornography or racism, gentle when encouraging faith and devotion. No grand theology, no fancy wordplay. Just no-nonsense advice.&lt;br /&gt;"For the most part we are a happy people," he said at the 1998 Semi-Annual General Conference. "We're mindful of and continue to pray for those who are experiencing hardship due to natural or man-caused calamity. But even those among our number who are bowed down with sorrow and pain, go forward in faith with the certain assurance that God lives and is watching over his children."&lt;br /&gt;Hinckley told Jensen he had no particular system for crafting his speeches.&lt;br /&gt;"I just keep reading and clipping things and putting them in a drawer," the Mormon prophet said. "Then, when I have a talk to give, I go to the drawer and whatever is on top is what they get."&lt;br /&gt;Such humor belies the truth, Jensen said. "Few have ever been as eloquent and inspiring in their speaking as he. He could relate and connect with everyone - old and young, rich and poor, educated and unlearned."&lt;br /&gt;Building a career&lt;br /&gt;Hinckley's two-year mission to England at the height of the Great Depression was an education in itself. He learned how to deflect antagonistic questions and discovered what would become his life's work - using the printed word, and later the airwaves, to promote the faith.&lt;br /&gt;In 1933, few Britains were joining the American church, and many heaped insults and ridicule on its young representatives. Mormon missionaries would preach from portable podiums in London's Hyde Park while onlookers challenged them to verbal duels.&lt;br /&gt;"We learned to speak quickly on our feet. And Elder Hinckley was the best of the bunch," the late Wendell Ashton, one of Hinckley's missionary companions, told LDS Apostle Jeffrey Holland.&lt;br /&gt;The missionaries had no set oral presentation or prepared materials to distribute other than a few pamphlets and the faith's scripture, The Book of Mormon.&lt;br /&gt;"Our conversion rate was terrible," said Ashton, former publisher of the church-owned Deseret Morning News. "We would just knock on doors and try to teach people, and it wasn't a good method."&lt;br /&gt;At the end of his mission, Hinckley complained about the lack of aids to his mission president, who ordered him to report immediately back to LDS Church headquarters in Salt Lake City, rather than tour the Holy Land as he had planned. When Hinckley had given his report, LDS President Heber J. Grant hired him on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;At 24, Hinckley took over the newly created Church Radio, Publicity and Mission Literature Committee and would spend much of the next five decades thinking of new ways to get the church and its message into the American consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;He wrote and edited scripts and supervised production for a radio series, "Fullness of Times," which featured 39 half-hour dramatizations of church history. He persuaded Mormon leaders to sponsor an exhibit at the 1938 World's Fair in San Francisco, including a scale model of the famed Mormon Tabernacle on Temple Square and daily organ recitals. He produced a similar exhibit for the centennial of the 1849 discovery of gold in California, with a replica of a cabin occupied by members of the Mormon Battalion.&lt;br /&gt;Told in heroic detail, the Mormon story was repeated over and over as a way to attract potential converts - or at least to correct what Hinckley saw as public misconceptions of LDS teachings.&lt;br /&gt;With his help, the church built a vast media empire, including radio and televisions stations. It had produced award-winning TV spots and ads for the church in Reader's Digest magazine. It had satellite technology at every wardhouse on the planet and could beam the sermons around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Hinckley began his globe-trotting duties after he was named an apostle on Oct. 5, 1961.&lt;br /&gt;While on speaking assignments, he was always available to comfort members in need. He was in Tonga when a boatload of Mormons drowned. He was in South America when a devastating earthquake hit Peru. He was in South Korea when there were gunshots in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;As the decades passed, Hinckley shouldered more and more of the church's bureaucratic burdens.&lt;br /&gt;Taking the lead&lt;br /&gt;In 1981, President Spencer W. Kimball was weakened by brain surgery and his two aged counselors in the governing First Presidency were scarcely more capable of managing the church's affairs. So Kimball took the unusual move of bringing Hinckley, then an apostle, into the First Presidency as a third counselor.&lt;br /&gt;From that day forward, Hinckley took on nearly the entire responsibility of leading the church, all the while seeming to be but a dutiful soldier bravely serving his general. After Kimball's death, Hinckley would help the enfeebled President Ezra Taft Benson in much the same way.&lt;br /&gt;When Hinckley ascended to the church presidency in 1995, then, he was better prepared for the office than any man before him. He knew the church's system and programs intimately because he had designed many of them, much as he built his own home as a young man.&lt;br /&gt;Architect, engineer, electrician, roofer, carpenter, brick layer and plumber all in one, Hinckley often boasted that he hammered every nail in the home - and never a one on Sunday. Over time, he planted more than 1,000 trees on his East Millcreek acreage.&lt;br /&gt;"There is something in me that makes me plant trees each spring," he said in 2003. "They are very small now, but in 20 years they will be magnificent."&lt;br /&gt;Designing spaces, ripping out walls, planting seeds for the future - this is what Hinckley did for the church, its people and programs.&lt;br /&gt;Hinckley conceived and directed the transformation of the grand old Hotel Utah into an office building for church employees. After awakening from a dream, he sketched a temple that would be built atop a commercial building in Hong Kong. He remembered tiny details - when a certain chapel's roof was last replaced, or the name of someone he met years earlier. He instituted smaller, less expensive temples to serve members in remote areas.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in its history, the church launched a humanitarian service department that spent millions of dollars in emergency relief for people outside the faith. Hinckley also created a Perpetual Education Fund to help returned missionaries in Third World countries go to college.&lt;br /&gt;And no one took a stronger lead in the church's political efforts.&lt;br /&gt;He built alliances with other Christian denominations to oppose same-sex marriages and defend religious liberties. In 1998, Hinckley announced a "Proclamation on the Family," which laid out the church's support for the sanctity of marriage, the significance of family and the importance of chastity.&lt;br /&gt;That became the theological foundation for the church's opposition to any effort to promote same-sex marriage. In 2000, the LDS Church defended the Boy Scouts' right to exclude gays from leadership positions, and the church and its members in Alaska and Hawaii gave time and well over $1 million to thwart same-sex marriage initiatives; in 1999, members in California helped finance the push for a Protection of Marriage Act on that state's ballot.&lt;br /&gt;"What's a church for if it isn't to fight for values, to take a stand and face up to these moral issues?" Hinckley said in a February 2000 interview with The Salt Lake Tribune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mormon rock star&lt;br /&gt;When Hinckley became president in 1995, the man who once dreamed of becoming a reporter had come full circle. He seemed to thrive on media attention, bantering with journalists and honing his skills at artfully dodging questions.&lt;br /&gt;He repeatedly mentioned that Mormons were just ordinary people, trying to live simple, moral lives. He downplayed controversial aspects of the church's history, especially polygamy.&lt;br /&gt;"It was a very limited practice, carefully safeguarded. In 1890, that practice was discontinued," Hinckley told CNN interviewer Larry King. "That's 118 years ago. It's behind us."&lt;br /&gt;While that didn't satisfy critics who argued that the church continued sanctioning polygamous marriages into the early decades of the 20th century and that it's still part of the church's scriptures, it went a long way toward eliminating Mormonism's image as strange and foreign.&lt;br /&gt;Hinckley also took his message of normalcy to other countries as he dedicated temples there. He launched a series of "cultural nights" where members in the region could gather in giant stadiums to show off their unique traditions and talents. Such giant public events helped mute the suspicion of this American church.&lt;br /&gt;It also elevated Hinckley in the eyes of local members.&lt;br /&gt;When Hinckley entered those arenas - or, indeed, in any large gathering of the faithful - the crowd instinctively stood up and grew suddenly silent.&lt;br /&gt;Yet such hero worship had its downside. He could never take a stroll on Salt Lake City's Main Street Plaza or a city park without being besieged. As he recovered from his 2006 surgery in a Salt Lake hospital, he was virtually imprisoned in his room to protect him from well-meaning intrusions.&lt;br /&gt;To the end, Hinckley faced head on the seduction of veneration.&lt;br /&gt;"Adulation is a disease I fight every day," Hinckley said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the homefront&lt;br /&gt;Though he was constantly looking beyond the Wasatch Mountains, Hinckley never lost sight of the importance of Salt Lake City as the church's headquarters. He built goodwill by opening the Tabernacle on Temple Square to interfaith groups, by creating an Inner City Mission to help people find their way out of poverty, illness and addiction, and by contributing to the restoration of the Catholic Cathedral of the Madeleine and Westminster College of Salt Lake City.&lt;br /&gt;In February 2004, as his wife Marjorie lay dying, Hinckley's secretary called homeless advocate Pamela Atkinson to say the president "was very concerned with the very cold weather we were having." He wondered how they were managing and wanted to give some of his own money to Atkinson to help them, Atkinson said.&lt;br /&gt;"That was the third time Hinckley did this," she recalled. "Here's a man who is a leader of a worldwide church, his wife is not well, and he thinks about homeless people and how he can help. I was taken aback and in awe."&lt;br /&gt;For all his sensitivity to outsiders, though, Hinckley sometimes charged ahead without anticipating the anger his actions might generate.&lt;br /&gt;The prime example was in 1997, when the LDS Church bought a block of Main Street from Salt Lake City to extend its headquarters, closing it to traffic and eliminating free expression there.&lt;br /&gt;The move was opposed by many residents, some of whom joined a lawsuit filed by the American Civil Liberties Union. As the suit progressed through the courts, various groups emerged, notably the Alliance for Unity, to try to salve the hurt on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;Then came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.sltrib.com/ci_8095453&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the 2002 Winter Olympics. Hinckley promised the church would not use the occasion to proselytize and instructed his missionaries in Utah to stand down. Mormon volunteers even took a class in how to break the habit of preaching the Mormon gospel. Utahns from every religious group worked shoulder to shoulder in hopes that Salt Lake would take its place as a worldly, welcoming city.&lt;br /&gt;During the Games, President George W. and Laura Bush, U.N. Secretary-General Kofi Annan, German President Johannes Rau and many other national and international dignitaries all paid courtesy calls on Hinckley.&lt;br /&gt;He watched most of the 2002 Olympic events on TV and was especially wowed by the half-pipe snowboard gyrotechnics. What could be more American - and normal - than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-7569183481346514684?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/7569183481346514684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=7569183481346514684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7569183481346514684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7569183481346514684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/01/presidenr-gordon-b-hinckley-he-has-done.html' title='Presidenr Gordon B Hinckley    He has done so much for us and its weird now that he&apos;s gone:('/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-1160650227794748485</id><published>2008-01-23T21:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:14:29.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/R5gCc8MJxyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p5eCkSq8V4Y/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/R5gCc8MJxyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p5eCkSq8V4Y/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158876069369595682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/GUESTI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:6;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:blue;"  &gt;Today's&lt;br /&gt;Message of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Life is short, Break the&lt;br /&gt;rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh&lt;br /&gt;uncontrollably... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Never regret anything&lt;br /&gt;that made you smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-1160650227794748485?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/1160650227794748485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=1160650227794748485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1160650227794748485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1160650227794748485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/01/todays-message-of-day-life-is-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/R5gCc8MJxyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p5eCkSq8V4Y/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-7095235912513853657</id><published>2008-01-11T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:43:42.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little boy wated to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived so he packed a suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey. When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park feeding some pigeons.Th boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from the Root Beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at the boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating &amp;amp; drinking but they never said a word.As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he took more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. Th man gave him his biggest smile ever.When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprized at the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?He replied, "I ate lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know God's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned at the look of peace on his face and he asked, "Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"He replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he said "ya know, he's much younger than I expected."Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, a compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to trun a life around and come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a flfetime. Embrace all equally!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-7095235912513853657?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/7095235912513853657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=7095235912513853657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7095235912513853657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7095235912513853657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-boy-wated-to-meet-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-9064927965076051027</id><published>2008-01-11T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:40:04.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>chip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I met him at a party.  There he was at the end of the buffet...a loner; the last one on the plate.  He had a certain something...a sweetness, a sensuality. He was one hot cookie.  I felt as if I'd always known him...hungered for him.  When he looked at me with those warm brown eyes, I melted.  Before I knew it, I had my hands on him, my mouth on him....in public.  After that night, we were inseparable.  With him I could be myself.  He didn't seem to care what mood I was in, how I looked or even if I gained weight.  Together we had the recipe for happiness.  No one satisfied me like Chip.  THEN THINGS CHANGED  My friends said he was no good for me.  He started to give me heartburn.  I felt crummy, but it had to end.  Now we've gone our separate ways.  I hardly think of him anymore.  Oh, if I see a certain TV commercial, a particular magazine ad, a coupon for cents off...that old longing returns.  And when we run into each other in the supermarket, we nod.  We're friendly. But it's OVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-9064927965076051027?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/9064927965076051027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=9064927965076051027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/9064927965076051027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/9064927965076051027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/01/chip.html' title='chip'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-5271559437016089375</id><published>2008-01-11T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:38:35.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-------10 Little Weight Watchers--------</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 little weight watchers joining in a line.   One hated vegetables, then there were nine.&lt;br /&gt;9 little weight watchers say, "This is great."  One said I don't have time to exercise, then there were eight.&lt;br /&gt;8 little weight watchers say, "This is heaven."  One had a birthday, then there were seven.&lt;br /&gt;7 little weight watchers, getting thin for kicks.  One said, "Programs and fun just don't mix," then there were six&lt;br /&gt;6 little weight watchers, see how they thrive.  One said, "Just once won't hurt," then there were five.&lt;br /&gt;5 little weight watchers beating at a door.  One weighed and left each week, then there were four.&lt;br /&gt;4 little weight watchers from fat getting free.  One heard, "Dear you're getting too thin," then there were three.&lt;br /&gt;3 little weight watchers see how they do.  One went on vacation, then there were two.&lt;br /&gt;2 little weight watchers, life has just begun.  One got off the program, then there was one.&lt;br /&gt;1 little weight watcher standing all alone.   The body's gotten little, how the pride has grown.&lt;br /&gt;1 little weight watcher&lt;/span&gt;, at goal she (he) looks divine.  We, each one of us, can be that one and not the other nine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-5271559437016089375?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5271559437016089375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=5271559437016089375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5271559437016089375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5271559437016089375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-little-weight-watchers.html' title='-------10 Little Weight Watchers--------'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-5785208264617047993</id><published>2008-01-11T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:36:46.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I met him at a gas station.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was filling up the mini-van and the kids were screaming and driving me nuts.  Suddenly, there he was! Just looking at me, seemingly drawing me to him.  I couldn't resist the temptation to reach my hand out and touch him.  I know it was wrong, but I just had to have him!  Before I knew it, I was finding him everywhere.  He would catch my eye in line at the grocery store.  He would be there at the movies when I took the kids to see the latest cartoons.  He was even sitting in the breakroom at work one day!  I wanted him even more.   I felt like I needed him.  And yet after I had my fill of him each time, it wasn't enough.  I wanted more and more!  But I knew it couldn't last.  My love, he was untrue.  He didn't think I saw him walking out the door of the gas station that time, held by that tiny waif of a woman!  Never again!  Never again, will I fall in love with a candy bar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-5785208264617047993?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5785208264617047993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=5785208264617047993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5785208264617047993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5785208264617047993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-met-him-at-gas-station.html' title='I met him at a gas station.................'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-961016016312795449</id><published>2008-01-10T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:27:17.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  E)nvisions the whole of you(even the unfinished parts) (F)orgives your mistakes (G)ives unconditionally (H)elps you (I)nvites you over (J)ust "be" with you (K)eeps you close at heart (L)oves you for who you are (M)akes a difference in your life (N)ever Judges (O)ffer support (P)icks you up (Q)uiets your fears (R)aises your spirits (S)ays nice things about you (T)ells you the truth when you need to hear it (U)nderstands you (V)alues you (W)alks beside you (X)-plains thing you don't understand (Y)ells when you won't listen and (Z)aps you back to reality PASS IT ON TO EVERYONE YOU CONSIDER A FRIEND OR ! WOULD LIKE TO HAVE AS A FRIEND SEE HOW MANY TIMES YOU GET IT BACK!!Disadvantages of being rich You'll start hearing from long-lost cousins looking for loans. You won't be able to get away with sending the Red Cross just $10. Total strangers will corner you to ask which stocks to buy. You'll have to dress for the opera. Whenever you throw a dinner party, you'll be expected to provide valet parking. No guest will ever again show up bearing a bottle of wine. Political candidates will want to be introduced to you. None will want voters to see you together&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-961016016312795449?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/961016016312795449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=961016016312795449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/961016016312795449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/961016016312795449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/01/friend.html' title='A FRIEND'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-7173634566225504931</id><published>2008-01-08T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:28:29.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black;"&gt;I Love      Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a      woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of      their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes      there isn't anymore. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate      together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute."      Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never      to return before we can say good-bye, or say "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while      we have it, it's best we love it, ca re for it, fix it when it's broken and      heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage . and old cars ... and      children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents      and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are      worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away      or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us      happy, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is important, like people we know who are      special. And so, we keep them close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this from someone      who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the      same way. Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who are      "keepers" in your life, including the person who sent it, if you feel that      way. Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you      love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.........I could die today, tomorrow or      next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friend      ships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let      every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't      love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a      smile can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And      just in case GOD calls me home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I      LOVE YA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#427d64;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(66, 125, 100); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live today to      the fullest because tomorrow is not promised. If you don't like something,      change it. If you can't change it, change the way you think about      it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-7173634566225504931?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/7173634566225504931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=7173634566225504931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7173634566225504931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7173634566225504931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-ya.html' title='I LOVE YA!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-323403859112472888</id><published>2008-01-08T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:02:13.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000a0;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;----- &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I ran into a stranger as he passed  by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;"Oh excuse me please"  was my reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,  "Please excuse me too;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I wasn't watching  for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very  polite, this stranger and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;We went on our way  and we said goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at home a  different story is told,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;How we treat our  loved ones, young and old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that  day, cooking the evening meal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;My son stood beside  me very still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned,  I nearly knocked him down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;"Move out of the  way," I said with a frown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked  away, his little heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I didn't realize how  harshly I'd spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lay  awake in bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;God's still small  voice came to me and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While dealing with a  stranger,&lt;br /&gt;common courtesy you use,&lt;br /&gt;but the family you love, you seem to  abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and look on  the kitchen floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;You'll find some  flowers there by the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the  flowers he brought for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;He picked them  himself: pink, yellow and blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood very  quietly not to spoil the surprise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;you never saw the  tears that filled his little eyes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time,  I felt very small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;And now my tears  began to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quietly went  and knelt by his bed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;"Wake up, little  one, wake up," I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are these the  flowers you picked for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;He smiled, "I found  'em, out by the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked 'em  because they're pretty like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I knew you'd like  'em, especially the blue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son,  I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I shouldn't have  yelled at you that way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;He said, "Oh, Mom,  that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I love you  anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Son,  I love you too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;and I do like the flowers,  especially the blue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMI LY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Are you aware that if we died  tomorrow, the company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;that we are working  for could easily replace us in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;a matter of  days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;But the family we  left behind will feel the loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;for the rest of  their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come to  think of it, we pour ourselves more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;into work than into  our own family,&lt;br /&gt;an unwise investment indeed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;don't you  think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;So what is behind  the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know  what the word FAMILY means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;FAMILY = (F)ATHER  (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this  message to 7 people &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;except you and me  ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-323403859112472888?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/323403859112472888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=323403859112472888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/323403859112472888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/323403859112472888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2008/01/family.html' title='FAMILY :)'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-4737216899004872656</id><published>2007-12-04T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:43:56.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/R1W1PrRf8RI/AAAAAAAAACk/o5g-_emU_0o/s1600-h/kinsley+susan+nunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/R1W1PrRf8RI/AAAAAAAAACk/o5g-_emU_0o/s320/kinsley+susan+nunes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140213830632075538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/R1W04bRf8QI/AAAAAAAAACc/CT9foF4apSs/s1600-h/1128071719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/R1W04bRf8QI/AAAAAAAAACc/CT9foF4apSs/s320/1128071719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140213431200116994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Kinsley susan nunes , born November 20th at 10:30pm&lt;br /&gt;  Kinsley, went home Thurday  December 6th. 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-4737216899004872656?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/4737216899004872656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=4737216899004872656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4737216899004872656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4737216899004872656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/12/kinsley.html' title='Kinsley'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/R1W1PrRf8RI/AAAAAAAAACk/o5g-_emU_0o/s72-c/kinsley+susan+nunes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-6460764413615133212</id><published>2007-12-03T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:58:02.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;                      &lt;/h3&gt;                 &lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="post-body entry-content"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is there something that you need to do because if you don't you will regret it for the rest of your life? There is one thing that I have to do because I promised a person long ago that I would. I feel a need to keep that promise, to live up to the potential that that person knew I had. Why do people have to question my reasons for doing something, can't they just understand that its something I need. Its not because its soooo cool or because I want to do it so bad. To tell you the truth it scares me to death, I am so afraid that I will not live up to what was expected of me. I am afraid that I will not find what I am looking for. I am afraid that it will be a waste. But it wont be a waste, because I will be accomplishing something that meant alot to someone that I loved and honored. Thats what matters right, as long as I know my reasons thats all that matters. It does not matter what anyone else thinks or wants for me. At this point its what I need. I need to live up to the potential that that person knew I had. The one person that ever really believed in me. I have to do it else I know I would regret it for the rest of forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-6460764413615133212?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/6460764413615133212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=6460764413615133212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6460764413615133212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6460764413615133212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/12/reasons.html' title='reasons'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-6009085581174429148</id><published>2007-11-19T18:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:18:17.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>please pray for, my sister in law,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  Just to let you all know my sister in law had her little girl, Monday, 19th, at 1030.pm she 3 pounds 11 ounds,  mom and baby are doing  fine,  the baby should be in the hospitle, for 5 weeks&lt;/span&gt;, my sister in law emily is in the Hospitle, she is preggers not due for 2 more months, she has something that can kill the baby and the mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to know more,  Call or text me!,&lt;br /&gt;480 272-5781.&lt;br /&gt;thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Jill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-6009085581174429148?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/6009085581174429148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=6009085581174429148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6009085581174429148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/6009085581174429148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/11/please-pray-for-my-sister-in-law.html' title='please pray for, my sister in law,'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-1933952417455602860</id><published>2007-11-19T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:33:18.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Persistent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=31123508&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              &lt;/p&gt;                               &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Modern life can make you soft. The status quo may become comfortably familiar. You can actually begin to believe that you are doing all that you can, or that doing more isn't worth the effort. Challenge yourself. You must start the positive momentum in your life and then you've got to stick with it day to day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;     You don't need someone else to tell you not to smoke. If today, you smoked a pack, tomorrow smoke 18. The next day, 17. Improve. If you haven't read a book recently, read one. If you don't exercise, take a walk around the block. If you're shy, say to five new people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; "Good morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;     You know yourself. You know what improvement you need. You don't need anyone to tell you not to jump from a fifty-story building, so why would you need someone to tell you not to do drugs, to exercise more, eat a sensible diet, talk to your kids, or compliment your employees? You know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;     Keep going. No one can say that you failed until you do. Keep taking small steps toward your goal. Challenge the you who is content with yesterday's accomplishments. Take a deep breath. Changes that last a lifetime begin in a moment. With persistence, only time stands between you and your goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-1933952417455602860?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/1933952417455602860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=1933952417455602860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1933952417455602860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1933952417455602860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/11/be-persistent.html' title='Be Persistent'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-3375337263677263358</id><published>2007-11-19T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:32:20.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Become Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;   Life isn't exactly the way you want it to be. You will have your ups and downs and crosses to bear. You will have opportunities to practice holding your tongue and exercising patience. Yet, because you are focused on the larger picture, you will be able to keep everyday events in perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;     Be grateful for all you have. Acknowledge and accept compliments. In the larger scheme of things, you may wish to be grateful for good health, a supportive spouse, a rewarding profession, obedient, healthy children, conscientious employees, prosperity, religious faith, loyal friends and even winning sports teams. You add and choose. Why not write letters to people in your life who have made a difference and thank them? You will both feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;     When you can look forward and be thankful, you can help others do the same. Hold the burning candle from which others can light their candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;      Embrace gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-3375337263677263358?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/3375337263677263358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=3375337263677263358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/3375337263677263358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/3375337263677263358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/11/become-grateful.html' title='Become Grateful'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-7940545892426488777</id><published>2007-11-19T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:31:29.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Act as you Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                             &lt;/p&gt;                               &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When you feel in the mood to do something, this is the best time to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;   If you feel happy, smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; If you feel daring, act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; If you receive good service, compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; If you feel energetic, do something positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; If you know a good joke, tell it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; If you feel generous, give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; If you are interested in becoming wealthy, save and invest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; If someone needs help, lend them your strong hands or soft voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; If you give your word, keep it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; If you want to make things better, vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-7940545892426488777?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/7940545892426488777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=7940545892426488777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7940545892426488777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/7940545892426488777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/11/act-as-you-feel.html' title='Act as you Feel'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-8539087540160953494</id><published>2007-11-19T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:28:57.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;The warrior is tough in loyalty, intensity, determination, bearing, initiative, endurance, courage and strength of will. The warrior is soft in calmness, self-confidence and compassion. The warrior is frequently called upon to step forward when most gladly step back. Warriors exist on the battlefield and in daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;      People may react to you rudely, selfishly and with malice. Be courteous anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Those you help may whine and offer no thanks. Help them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Your honest words may be challenged and ridiculed. Speak anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Success may involve many mistakes and disappointments. Succeed anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Your donations may seem too small to matter. Give anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;      A warrior is a master, ever prepared to improve and to be of service to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-8539087540160953494?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/8539087540160953494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=8539087540160953494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8539087540160953494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/8539087540160953494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/11/warrior-is-tough-in-loyalty-intensity.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-5874936032173450084</id><published>2007-10-17T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:59:09.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;         I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    Today I can complain because the weather is rainy....or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;     Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money....or I can be glad my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;      Today I can grumble about my health....or I can rejoice that I am alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;       Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up....or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    Today I can cry because roses have thorns....or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    Today I can mourn my lack of friends....or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;     Today I can whine because I have to go to work....or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   Today I can complain because I have to go to school....or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;    Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework....or I can feel honored because God has provided shelter for my mind, body and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a great day....unless you have other plans. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-5874936032173450084?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/5874936032173450084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=5874936032173450084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5874936032173450084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/5874936032173450084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/10/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-4643555001020160427</id><published>2007-10-10T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:36:58.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's nice to be reminded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; it's nice to be reminded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone will always be prettier.&lt;br /&gt;Someone will always be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's house will be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Someone will drive a better car.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's children will do better in school.&lt;br /&gt;And someone's husband will fix more things around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let it go,&lt;br /&gt;and love you and your circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;And the most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children.&lt;br /&gt;And the richest woman you know, who's got the car, the house, the clothes....might be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Love who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror in the morning and smile and say "I am too blessed to be stressed, and too anointed to be disappointed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed ladies and pass this on to encourage another woman.&lt;br /&gt;"To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world".&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-4643555001020160427?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/4643555001020160427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=4643555001020160427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4643555001020160427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4643555001020160427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-nice-to-be-reminded.html' title='it&apos;s nice to be reminded'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-299774592191258852</id><published>2007-09-21T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:27:44.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get to wear pink, I can cry whenever you want to, I don’t need to act tough, I can get men to do things for me, I can wear stilettos, I can dress up and look pretty, I can shop at Victoria Secret for myself, I can wear makeup, and get my nails done, I can give birth to children, I can have a job and a family, I can use a sewing machine, I can spend all day scrap booking, I can &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;multitask,&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; I can talk on the phone for hours with a good friends, I can do lunch dates, I can fill out shirts like a girl is supposed to, I can buy jewelry at the dollar store and be happy, I can swear if I want, I can dress up like the Disney princesses, I can sing along to any song I want, I can get away with things just by smiling, I can tell another woman she is beautiful, I can watch chick flicks, I can iron and do laundry, I know how to work a cell phone, I can stop and ask for directions if I get lost, I have a purse in every color imaginable, I can buy cute shoes for cheap, I can borrow clothes from my friends, I can pull off funky styles, I can wear pigtails or braids if I so feel the desire, I can keep a diary, I can have a candle collection, I can wear ripped jeans or a silk skirt, I can watch an entire show without changing the channel, I can operate my own emails, I can download music to my iPod, I can decorate my car all cutesy, I can randomly buy gifts for people, I can paint my nails, I can cover my desk at work with fun pictures, I can have a mess but still know where things are, I can keep track of 50 pairs of shoes, I can spend all day shopping for nothing in particular, I can be pretty and polite to get what I want, I can be intimidating, I can scream and cover my eyes during a scary movie, I can cuddle&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; I can tell my friends and family that I love them, I can hug all my friends, I can take great pictures, I can be photogenic, I can wear pajamas to school, I can be a drama queen, I can eat chocolate – any time –any day – in any form! I can wear glitter and fake eyelashes, I can make crafts and cute cards, I have cute handwriting, I don’t have to shave my face, I can remember names and important dates, I can cook a nice dinner, I can design and paint a room myself, I can coordinate, I can delegate, I can take a joke, I can play on a playground, I can grow my hair out really long or cut it really short, I can re-read Martha Stewart magazines over and over, I can sing alto, I can write silly songs on the guitar, I can wear huge sunglasses that eat my face, I can kiss boys-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-299774592191258852?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/299774592191258852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=299774592191258852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/299774592191258852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/299774592191258852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-get-to-wear-pink-i-can-cry-whenever.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-4598849011558933857</id><published>2007-09-21T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:26:06.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Joke I've Heard In A While</title><content type='html'>Funniest Joke I've Heard In A While&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired of hearing all the bickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I will judge who does the better job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.&lt;br /&gt;They moused.&lt;br /&gt;They faxed.&lt;br /&gt;They e-mailed.&lt;br /&gt;They e-mailed with attachments.&lt;br /&gt;They downloaded.&lt;br /&gt;They did spreadsheets!&lt;br /&gt;They wrote reports.&lt;br /&gt;They created labels and cards.&lt;br /&gt;They created charts and graphs.&lt;br /&gt;They did some genealogy reports.&lt;br /&gt;They did every job known to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went off. Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus just sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them re started their computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming "It's gone! It's all GONE! "I lost everything when the power went out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours of work. Satan observed this and became irate. "Wait!" he screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don't have any?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God just shrugged and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS SAVES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-4598849011558933857?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/4598849011558933857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=4598849011558933857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4598849011558933857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4598849011558933857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/09/funniest-joke-ive-heard-in-while.html' title='Funniest Joke I&apos;ve Heard In A While'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-4346830279691940872</id><published>2007-09-04T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:09:15.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one of thoes days</title><content type='html'>1. EVER BEEN GIVEN AN ENGAGEMENT Ring?&lt;br /&gt;no way jose!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIp?:&lt;br /&gt;haha.  8 months &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;  um  who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. EVER DROPPED A CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;haha dude like at least twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;5. WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT?&lt;br /&gt;  last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?&lt;br /&gt;   food, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;i had a fudge cicle. is that how you spell cicle??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;hm. i tend to notice height and teeth at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ONE FAVORITE SONG?&lt;br /&gt;hm. i really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;BLECH mesa, az. MOST BORING PLACE ON THIS EARTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENDED:&lt;br /&gt;Westwood High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU WATCH SCRUBS?&lt;br /&gt; heck yes love that show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVORITE MALL STORE:&lt;br /&gt;hm im really not sure to tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. LONGEST JOB YOU HAD:&lt;br /&gt;  Fry's  going on 2 and a half years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DO YOU OWN A PAIR OF DICE?&lt;br /&gt;no but my mom does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. DO YOU PRANK CALL PEOPLE?:  when i was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. LAST WEDDING YOU ATTENDED?:&lt;br /&gt;   My friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. FIRST FRIEND YOU'D CALL IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY:&lt;br /&gt;tough one. my parent's my family,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIEND:&lt;br /&gt;shoot... like over a month sad i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT:&lt;br /&gt;    Um, i really don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD:&lt;br /&gt;shoot idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;dont really have a fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. CAN YOU COOK?&lt;br /&gt;heck yes i can! im an amazing cook! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT CAR DO YOU DRIVE?&lt;br /&gt;a black VW Jetta no i wish &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. BEST KISSER:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha hm. this is a very hard and very large compotition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. LAST PERSON YOU KISSED?:&lt;br /&gt;  my nephew paxton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. MOST DISLIKED FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;green beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. THING YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;probably my humor, and i like my eyes haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. THING YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;yep lets not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LONGEST SHIFT YOU HAVE WORKED AT A JOB?&lt;br /&gt;  well that a hard one cuz i can't work more then 9 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;rebel without a cause, disturbia, Transformers, Bobby, The Greatest Game Ever Played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. CAN YOU SING?&lt;br /&gt;well i think being in honor choir makes it so i can say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. LAST CONCERT ATTENDED?&lt;br /&gt;hm. the killers i believe haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. LAST KISS?&lt;br /&gt;let me think. My nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. LAST MOVIE RENTED:&lt;br /&gt;  I have not rented a movie in a long time &lt;br /&gt;38.ONE THING YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;phone/keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. FAVORITE VACATION SPOT:&lt;br /&gt; Alaska!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;43. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER?:&lt;br /&gt;  Desktop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. FAVORITE COMEDIAN?&lt;br /&gt;Bill Cosby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU SMOKE?&lt;br /&gt;hm.... heck no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. SLEEP WITH OR WITHOUT CLOTHES?&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU EVERY NIGHT?:&lt;br /&gt;    Me myself and I lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. DO LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK?:&lt;br /&gt;nope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN PULLED OVER BY THE POLICE?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?:&lt;br /&gt;hm. depends on my mood. but my mom does make some killer french toast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?    not at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?&lt;br /&gt;invisible. blech. no eggs for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY?:&lt;br /&gt;im not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?:&lt;br /&gt;my Mama:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. LAST PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST?:&lt;br /&gt; my sister traci &lt;br /&gt;56. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECIEVED?:&lt;br /&gt;i just erased them so i cant remember haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. FAVORITE INSTRUMENT?&lt;br /&gt;im not sure. i love the flute but i love the way the cello sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 NUMBER OF PILLOWS?:&lt;br /&gt;on my bed? one body pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?:&lt;br /&gt;a red t with BasketBall shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. PICK A LYRIC, ANY LYRIC:&lt;br /&gt;"Times square can't shine as bright as you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. WHAT KIND OF JELLY DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PB &amp; J?:&lt;br /&gt;grape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. CAN YOU PLAY POOL?:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA Bimbo dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. CAN YOU SWIM?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?:&lt;br /&gt;chocolate peanutbutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. DO YOU LIKE MAPS?&lt;br /&gt;i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. TELL ME A RANDOM FACT ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;My laugh is REALLY loud and REALLY jolly and makes people stare haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. EVER ATTEND A THEME PARTY?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. a pantie party. i didnt dress the part though haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON:&lt;br /&gt;winter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED AT SOMETHING STUPID?&lt;br /&gt;haha every time im with malorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING?:&lt;br /&gt; 630 am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. BEST THING ABOUT WINTER?:&lt;br /&gt;you can wear layers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. LAST TIME A COP GAVE YOU A TICKET?:&lt;br /&gt;ive never been given one by a cop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. NAME OF YOUR FIRST PET?:&lt;br /&gt;well when i was born we already had Hagen and Perrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. DO YOU THINK PIRATES ARE COOL OR OVERRATED?&lt;br /&gt;freaken bomb!! argg. A pirates life for meee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND??&lt;br /&gt;well seeing as the weekend is over haha... I went to holly lake with my family it wsa a ton of fun :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. BIRTHDATE:&lt;br /&gt; Jan 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE?:&lt;br /&gt;a fashion photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. ARE YOU ON A LAPTOP?:&lt;br /&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;87. ARE YOU SMILING?:&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah cause Bill Cosby is on the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. DO YOU MISS SOMEONE RIGHT NOW?:&lt;br /&gt;  yeppers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD WHERE WOULD YOU GO?:&lt;br /&gt;Alaska right now so i dont have to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. ARE YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL?:&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?:&lt;br /&gt;no. i find it hard to have crushes any more haha. i always turn into one of the guys, and thats cool with me. i think i like baseball too much to have crushes haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;well i like mine, and i like Declan and Troyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHING SUIT?:&lt;br /&gt;ive got like a million haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. DOES YOUR SCHOOL START IN AUGUST?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. DID YOU GO ON VACATION LAST MONTH?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A CRUISE?:&lt;br /&gt;yes! freaken ALASKA cruise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. DO YOU HAVE A SISTER?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes i have 2 sister&lt;br /&gt;100. ARE YOU UPSTAIRS?:&lt;br /&gt;No. not all that many houses out here are 2 stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. ARE YOU IN LOVE?:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH who me??? are you kidding??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL?:&lt;br /&gt;more times than i can count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW?:&lt;br /&gt;no not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. WHAT JEWELRY ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER THIS SURVEY?:&lt;br /&gt; going to eat lunch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-4346830279691940872?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/4346830279691940872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=4346830279691940872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4346830279691940872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/4346830279691940872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-of-thoes-days.html' title='one of thoes days'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-1609276348284057003</id><published>2007-09-03T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:54:34.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i was bored,</title><content type='html'>1.  WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My mom just liked the name, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?  last weekend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?  When I was in elementary school, I knew this girl who had the most beautiful handwriting so I practiced every day to get mine to look like hers... so yeah, I am pretty happy with it for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?  The Cajun turkey breast from Kroger Deli. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? sure don't not yet anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?  Of course I would! I would probably be my best friend ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?  Yeah...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?  Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? No way. That's one thing I don't think anyone could ever talk me into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?  Cinnamon Toast Crunch (although I don't eat it much), Cocoa Krispies, Oatmeal Quaker Squares. A random mix there for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?  Nope... I keep them tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? It depends... there are a few things that make me weak:  cute little kids  Physically I think I'm pretty strong though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?  My dad's homemade ice cream, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their facial expressions and general attitude. It helps me determine how to act around them, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . RED OR PINK?  One of my favorite combinations ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?  That I am not always happy with who I am. I want o be grateful for all that I am but dang it, it's so hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My family that doent live here, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? Yes, please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?  black pants and a greeen shirt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?  Chicken Terriyaki with rice and vegetables and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?  The clicking of the keys as I type and the fan &lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?  I would say I would be a light blue. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS?  rain, Pledge Multi-Surface cleaner (that is the BEST smelling cleaner in the world and cleans EVERYTHING), the smell of fall... indescribable! and roses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? I can't remember... honestly. I am on the phone WAY too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?  Love her to death! And miss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Basketball and Football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR? Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR? green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?  Nope. I did try on some color contacts once all sorts of colors to see if I would like to change my eye color. Maybe some day. But as far as NEEDING to wear them, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD? Japanese rice curry  and most Thai food. I also love green grapes, cherries and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I hate scary movies. Not because I get scared, but they just don't make me feel good. So I definitely prefer happy endings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?  ARE WE DONE YET,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?  Winter... it comes with all my favorite holidays AND I'd rather be bundled up to keep warm than to be hot and sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES? Can't decide... both are so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT?  Pumpkin Pie (my mom's recipe) with Whipped Cream and CHEESECAKE. Even better... combine the two... The Cheesecake Factory has Pumpkin Cheesecake (only in the fall, go figure, as with the rest of my faves) that is absolutely to DIE for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?  I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND ?  I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. what book are you reading?  haha me read thats funny :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I have an optical mouse, so I don't use a mouse pad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT?  I fell asleep to soon to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?   Alaska&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?  Not anything TOO special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?   Mesa Az&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?   Everyone's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-1609276348284057003?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/1609276348284057003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=1609276348284057003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/1609276348284057003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RtcHmoRaXDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rpZj4y2iYz4/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104557062874618930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RtcHmoRaXEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c5lKOiuCEJk/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RtcHmoRaXEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c5lKOiuCEJk/s320/Photo+33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104557062874618946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RtcHmoRaXFI/AAAAAAAAACE/odN6jN3SuFg/s1600-h/Photo+56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RtcHmoRaXFI/AAAAAAAAACE/odN6jN3SuFg/s320/Photo+56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104557062874618962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-2466059518639803480?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/2466059518639803480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=2466059518639803480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2466059518639803480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7884631311622948043/posts/default/2466059518639803480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-this-is-my-first-blog-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08985815220324513130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RtcG24RaXCI/AAAAAAAAABs/W8DC-dUMWlk/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7884631311622948043.post-2410762793408069122</id><published>2007-06-04T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:59:28.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Alaskan Cruise!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RmT6ZX6jRhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JSJqiS9yFTg/s1600-h/jill+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RmT6ZX6jRhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JSJqiS9yFTg/s320/jill+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072454394149291538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me in Juneau!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RmT6Bn6jRgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z5-g7D4mZxg/s1600-h/jill+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RmT6Bn6jRgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z5-g7D4mZxg/s320/jill+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072453986127398402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my totally cool and hot niece Lexi, looking for glaciers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RmT5w36jRfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PPpbmg77Wrc/s1600-h/jill+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wdMXDislzLg/RmT5w36jRfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PPpbmg77Wrc/s320/jill+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072453698364589554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, in Sitka, working it with yet another bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7884631311622948043-2410762793408069122?l=jillnunes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillnunes.blogspot.com/feeds/2410762793408069122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7884631311622948043&amp;postID=2410762793408069122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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