<?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-9077024431615694769</id><updated>2011-12-18T04:08:29.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blessed Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-7902068251323887323</id><published>2009-08-11T18:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:27:06.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs and better Jobs</title><content type='html'>Every Sunday at church we stand and make a declaration about the things we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; God will do for us. I believe with all my heart that God will do these things. This past week before our declaration they asked all who were believing for jobs or better jobs to raise their hand to receive prayer. I was one of the many who raised a hand to receive prayer. Now I ask all my friends to stand in agreement with me that God will provide a better job for me. I don't want to sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ungrateful&lt;/span&gt; for what I have but....&lt;br /&gt;To better understand my desire for a better job you must take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt; at what I deal with every day.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't always hate my job. When I got the job 5 years ago I was so happy. I was hired by my son's grandmother as a file clerk. I worked three days a week for $7.00 a hour. This was great for me at the time. A month later I was asked to come on full time due to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of work to be done. I was still happy since I could bring my kids to the office with me.&lt;br /&gt;After six months I was moved up to head of the accounts payable and was given a $.50 a hour raise. Soon after that me and the kids moved from Clyde to Abilene to be closer to work and to live in one of my bosses rent houses. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to now.. I now am the only person in the office i run the the accounts payable, accounts receivables, answer the phones, assist in purchasing, do cost management...ect..ect..&lt;br /&gt;If it needs to be done I have to do it. And I am still making $7.50 a hour. Yes 5 years no pay raise. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not even the bad part.&lt;br /&gt;The office I work in is horrid. Its filthy dirty. Trash everywhere. paper and food stacked everywhere. My boss has a pet bird that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flies&lt;/span&gt; around the office and messes on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SoIJ3WagV9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/JTvUsPSXUxw/s1600-h/OFFICE+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368864552293259218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SoIJ3WagV9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/JTvUsPSXUxw/s200/OFFICE+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SoIKIoHzXpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5PFc9O9nBcQ/s1600-h/OFFICE+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368864849104428690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SoIKIoHzXpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5PFc9O9nBcQ/s200/OFFICE+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I love the work, Love working in accounting. Its the people I have to work for that are getting to me. The office manager treats me like I am less of a person than him. The owner is so absent minded that she doesn't finish anything, and being she is my son's grandmother she feels she has a say in every part of my life. To make it worse the are none believers. I sit and listen to foul jokes and underhanded remarks about "pew jumping religious freak" like me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I know that God has so much more in store for me.  Please keep me in your prayers and stand in agreement with me that there is a better job for me. A place where I can glorify God in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-7902068251323887323?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/7902068251323887323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=7902068251323887323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/7902068251323887323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/7902068251323887323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2009/08/jobs-and-better-jobs.html' title='Jobs and better Jobs'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SoIJ3WagV9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/JTvUsPSXUxw/s72-c/OFFICE+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-1496549643916859138</id><published>2009-05-06T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:41:35.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things</title><content type='html'>Ok I will play along ( thanks Mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Am Looking Forward To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spending the rest of my life with my wonderful Husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. taking a family vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. seeing my brother graduate college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. planting my flower garden in the front of my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. planning weddings and more parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. joining the ymca so I can take some arobic classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Starting a relationship with my beautiful step daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. working more with my Mom on her photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Wish I Could Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have a deck built on to the back of my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. go back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. be a stay at home wife and mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. build a relationship with my birth father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. spend more time with my family ( extended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. go visit my cousin in north carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Go to Bethel in Redding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. find my true calling in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Shows I am Currently Watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CSI New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Without a Trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Extream home makover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-1496549643916859138?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/1496549643916859138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=1496549643916859138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1496549643916859138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1496549643916859138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2009/05/8-things.html' title='8 Things'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-4005998832270159769</id><published>2009-04-29T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:02:31.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I know I haven't posted in a long time things have been so crazy since we got married.  Between work and kids and adjusting to life.....CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jeff took our first trip together. I must say I was a little nervous about going. We spent two days in the Dallas area. He had to tie up some loose ends from when he lived up there. We went to his old home town, The Colony, I was introduced to his friends...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;. We spent some time with my brother in-law and his family, They are the greatest. Jeff took me shopping. I got to go to Sam Moon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in my life , and I loved it. Then we made our way to meet up with his daughter. Kennedy is a beautiful 16 year old who I was so nervous about meeting. See Jeff's wife and Kennedy's mother passed away almost 5 years ago and Kennedy is not to excited about me. Well she showed it very well. When we got there she saw me in the car and walked away. Jeff went after her they talked for a few minutes and we left. I must say my heart was broken. She wouldn't even meet me. Jeff being the sweetheart he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tryed&lt;/span&gt; to make it better and kept telling me she was just acting like a brat, but it still hurt. I love Jeff with all my heart and I want to love her but she is not willing to give me any kind of chance. I guess I will have to try again another time, sooner or later she will have to meet me I am married to her dad. PLEASE PRAY FOR US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-4005998832270159769?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/4005998832270159769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=4005998832270159769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/4005998832270159769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/4005998832270159769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-dallas.html' title='trip to Dallas'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-8984963035424345321</id><published>2009-03-12T15:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:10:04.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Final count down</title><content type='html'>It is 2 days till the wedding or 50 hours if you like to feel the pressure. I am so excited to start our lives together.  I feel like for the first time in my life I know where I belong. At my shower Sunday, Kathy asked " what is it that makes a bride to be glow" Several answered love, happiness, excitement all good answers but for me I think the " Bridal Glow" is coming from an anointing from God that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; stepping into the light of my destiny. And being Jeff's wife is a major part of who God created me to be.&lt;br /&gt;And just for Pam ( this is my last blog as a single woman)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-8984963035424345321?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/8984963035424345321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=8984963035424345321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/8984963035424345321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/8984963035424345321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2009/03/final-count-down.html' title='Final count down'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-1460658085907449252</id><published>2009-02-05T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:34:20.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you all for your prayer.  Thing have turned around for us.  Jeff was offered a good job last night.  My little Jacob was very ill this week was even in the hospital for a while but is now feeling much better and even went to school this morning. And I received my tax return. So we are going to be able to go this weekend and put a down payment on a car and start getting the things for the wedding, which by the way I have been able to reduce the cost by almost $400. Just goes to show I have the best group of praying friend God has ever blessed anyone with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-1460658085907449252?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/1460658085907449252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=1460658085907449252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1460658085907449252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1460658085907449252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2009/02/turn-around.html' title='Turn Around'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-1485330591962309479</id><published>2009-01-29T11:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:03:08.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BUMP IN THE ROAD/ BELIEVING FOR INTERVENTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thing have been going great. Jeff and I had our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre-marriage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt; session and Brandon only wants to see us one more time before the wedding. My wedding dress came in and is amazing. My Dad paid for my dress ( such a blessing). We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scheduled&lt;/span&gt; to sign papers on a new/used car this weekend ( most know I have been without a car for a year now, my boss has been letting me use the company truck,She has been a big blessing), we have lined out everything to set down and order all the wedding stuff. Then .......................Big bump in the road.&lt;br /&gt;The IRS is a week behind in sending out returns ( I can handle this) Then Jeff calls, he has been laid off from his job along with several others. He was able to find something part time, but without a full time job there is no way we can handle the car payment. So I feel like I have to make a choice. See I can buy a used car ( cheap) which I a have to or I can have a wedding, but for now there is no way we can afford both. I know what I need to do but my heart breaks at the thought of calling off my wedding but we can always go to the JP and get married the wedding was just for me. I PRAY for divine intervention and that GOD provide a way for my needs and my desires to both be met. I hope all of you will pray with me and believe this will happen.&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/9077024431615694769-1485330591962309479?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/1485330591962309479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=1485330591962309479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1485330591962309479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1485330591962309479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2009/01/bump-in-road-believing-for-intervention.html' title='BUMP IN THE ROAD/ BELIEVING FOR INTERVENTION'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-54627878122437009</id><published>2009-01-13T12:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:28:02.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>60 DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well we are 60 days away from the wedding. And starting to feel a little overwhelmed.  We have made a lot of progress in planning. We have a place to get married, We have picked the flowers, the wedding dress, found someone to make the cakes. I have the room decorations all laid out in my mind. We start our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt; with Brandon on the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;.( Just pray there are no bumps in the road with that). Now we are just waiting on the money. And I am starting to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;impatient&lt;/span&gt;. I need to file my taxes to get the money to pay for everything and my boss hasn't even started the w-2's yet. I hate having to wait on someone else to get what I need, and my boss gets in no hurry to do anything, if she knows she has till the 31st she will wait till the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a happier note we had Mom take our engagement pic Sunday and I think the are going to be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-54627878122437009?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/54627878122437009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=54627878122437009' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/54627878122437009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/54627878122437009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2009/01/60-days.html' title='60 DAYS'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-8554269934010780670</id><published>2009-01-04T19:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:05:09.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFp6FtpYwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6TiBRVz30sk/s1600-h/color_83479_27555.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; we have made a few decisions on the wedding and I thought I would get some feed back on the choices that we have made. First is the date March 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; 2009. Next is location, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KLF&lt;/span&gt; downtown ( I am cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; to make sure we can have it on that date). Then the colors tangerine and yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then we have the flowers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmbaw8MqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vNCMIHPeQHs/s1600-h/flowers.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287620058736767650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmbaw8MqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vNCMIHPeQHs/s320/flowers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmX4lYU7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/H2uRhS-oTn4/s1600-h/flowers2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287619998021866418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmX4lYU7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/H2uRhS-oTn4/s320/flowers2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The cake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmSzmBT2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/aUCOEnppnGg/s1600-h/cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287619910783029090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmSzmBT2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/aUCOEnppnGg/s320/cake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bridesmaid dress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;      bridesmaid in tangerine and maid-of-honor in yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmOocdjMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QwFKt5Ityjs/s1600-h/bridesmaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287619839070670018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmOocdjMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QwFKt5Ityjs/s320/bridesmaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jeff's ring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmLK142NI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7WhmPFLKVLA/s1600-h/THE+RING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287619779584645330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmLK142NI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7WhmPFLKVLA/s320/THE+RING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The wedding dress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmFdx2FzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VCAa3KLHES4/s1600-h/DRESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287619681588746034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmFdx2FzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VCAa3KLHES4/s320/DRESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There are still a million things to do and plan but we are making head way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-8554269934010780670?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/8554269934010780670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=8554269934010780670' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/8554269934010780670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/8554269934010780670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-we-have-made-few-decisions-on.html' title=''/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SWFmbaw8MqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vNCMIHPeQHs/s72-c/flowers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-3957616190913495316</id><published>2008-12-31T08:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:10:34.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008: What a Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just to follow everyone else I thought I would post some events from this year. It has been a year of ups and downs, heart breaks and joy. I have been blessed through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;January: Me and Frank were together raising kids living life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;March: Frank leave and a time of heart ache starts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;April: Ashley turns 12 with a big swimming party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;June: kids go away for the summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;July: thow a birthday party for my Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;August: me and Ashley go to our yearly rock the desert concert ( two days of great music and one on one time with my daughter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;September: another School year starts, I go into the hospital for a hysterectomy,  throw a baby shower for sweet Jessica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;October:met Wayne who became one of the best friends I have ever had and have a wonderful halloween &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November: Sweet Jacob turns 7  have a amazing thanksgiving, am blessed to spend time with my grandparents and my two brothers, 31st met Jeff Lynch at church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;December: watch my beautiful daughter play violin with the all city orch. spend every moment with Jeff.  Attended a few Christmas parties. GOT ENGAGED, had a peaceful Christmas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking forward to a wonderful New Year, planning a wedding, and starting my life as Jeff's wife.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This has been a wonderful year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May God blessings multiply on everyone in 2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-3957616190913495316?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/3957616190913495316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=3957616190913495316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/3957616190913495316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/3957616190913495316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-what-year.html' title='2008: What a Year'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-8978333251669000247</id><published>2008-12-19T20:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:43:23.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Jeff popped the question......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SUxbM8ZFrQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Hw0As5oWec/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281696740926663938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SUxbM8ZFrQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Hw0As5oWec/s320/Snapshot_20081219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and I said yes. I know its fast but it has been right since day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-8978333251669000247?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/8978333251669000247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=8978333251669000247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/8978333251669000247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/8978333251669000247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/12/jeff-popped-question.html' title=''/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SUxbM8ZFrQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5Hw0As5oWec/s72-c/Snapshot_20081219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-1227565794175441953</id><published>2008-11-30T20:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:38:41.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for Christmas</title><content type='html'>This weekend Me and Ashley decorated the house for Christmas. Now I just need to put some presents under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNNgZ_hgeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IERmiVHUw7o/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081130_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274644807709458914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNNgZ_hgeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IERmiVHUw7o/s320/Snapshot_20081130_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; outside of the house, not a great picture but you can get the idea of what it looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNNOQpNXqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P_m1PXpu4hs/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081130_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274644495962300066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNNOQpNXqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P_m1PXpu4hs/s320/Snapshot_20081130_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my front porch . the little tree is the kids tree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNM5x2YwFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/K79Ko-F4zhU/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081130_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274644144098689106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNM5x2YwFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/K79Ko-F4zhU/s320/Snapshot_20081130_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nativity scene on the top of the fireplace, done by Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNMqAC153I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Rcsh2uPufx8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081130_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274643873031120754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNMqAC153I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Rcsh2uPufx8/s320/Snapshot_20081130_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stockings hung be the fireplace( even if it is a fake fireplace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNMNOvZKMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ezKU8a7sbo0/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081130_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274643378759870658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNMNOvZKMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ezKU8a7sbo0/s320/Snapshot_20081130_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNLeD2wT9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GD49bJ5VSYw/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274642568384106450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNLeD2wT9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GD49bJ5VSYw/s320/Snapshot_20081130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;my Coffee table&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-1227565794175441953?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/1227565794175441953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=1227565794175441953' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1227565794175441953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1227565794175441953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-ready-for-christmas.html' title='Getting ready for Christmas'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/STNNgZ_hgeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IERmiVHUw7o/s72-c/Snapshot_20081130_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-3734813544529020093</id><published>2008-10-27T08:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:38:25.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SQXR81GRBmI/AAAAAAAAADM/yGUHf71iu9A/s1600-h/3..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261842582628009570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SQXR81GRBmI/AAAAAAAAADM/yGUHf71iu9A/s320/3..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SQXR43bPFbI/AAAAAAAAADE/HfcfUyBSK5U/s1600-h/2..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261842514533356978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SQXR43bPFbI/AAAAAAAAADE/HfcfUyBSK5U/s320/2..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SQXR0cTNXHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cbwnD7lhAZw/s1600-h/1..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261842438532455538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SQXR0cTNXHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cbwnD7lhAZw/s320/1..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago my very talented Mother took some pics of me and my beautiful daughter. Thought I would share a few of the pictures. Thank you Mom, I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-3734813544529020093?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/3734813544529020093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=3734813544529020093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/3734813544529020093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/3734813544529020093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-my-daughter.html' title='Me and my Daughter'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SQXR81GRBmI/AAAAAAAAADM/yGUHf71iu9A/s72-c/3..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-1203695183201573714</id><published>2008-10-18T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:47:01.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home inprovement</title><content type='html'>OK so the home improvement bug bit me and I decided that it was time to do a few changes around the house, so over the last few days I started in my living room. I now have a red wall (which I have always wanted) and I installed my grandmothers old electric fireplace in the room. Here are a few pics of what my living room looks like now. next it is on the the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SPpKR_M7A4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jVJ-Bcp_95E/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258597187792339842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SPpKR_M7A4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jVJ-Bcp_95E/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SPpKJY5iFuI/AAAAAAAAACs/X1UU87AGUjs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258597040071513826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SPpKJY5iFuI/AAAAAAAAACs/X1UU87AGUjs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-1203695183201573714?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/1203695183201573714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=1203695183201573714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1203695183201573714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1203695183201573714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-inprovement.html' title='home inprovement'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SPpKR_M7A4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jVJ-Bcp_95E/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-3796610250056972547</id><published>2008-10-14T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:52:11.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting session</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I have something that has been bothering me for some time now and I figure that I will go ahead and get it off my chest while I can still claim post surgery insanity if anyone gets offended. So If I step on any toes I am sorry but we are all here to share our thoughts and feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Most of my friends on here ( who will be reading this) all go to the same church. Which I must say is the most amazing church ever.  There is so much freedom in our church. We are growing in leaps and bounds and watching God move in the lives of all the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christians&lt;/span&gt; is such a blessing to watch. Now for my grip ( which will make me sound like an old person) I feel many have lost or never known how to respect others. Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; its the same thing, and by all means I am not excluding my own family, We go into worship and it starts to feel like a social club. People are up and down in and out letting their kids run all over the place. Talking about everything but what we are there for. You see a friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sneak&lt;/span&gt; in late you get up and cross the church and talk to them for five or ten minutes with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;regard&lt;/span&gt; the to people around you. I reached my breaking point this last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. My kids each got up and left three times the group behind me were chatting about what they had done over the weekend and the ones next to them were discussing what they were doing after church. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I am trying to block it all out and push into the presents of God but there was no having it. I take both my kids out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt; them. Go back in and my sweet little nieces are running up and down the isle. I go get them and make them sit down then look around to see that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people around me are acting the same way I just punished my children for acting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Disgusted&lt;/span&gt; I just left church.  I don't think you should have to force your way into the presents of God. It is something that comes so natural when in the right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;enviorment&lt;/span&gt;. I know we are a young church and we are very open to worshiping freely but I feel we need to go back and instill a value of respect for others. Respect the ones around you trying to worship and receive if you need to talk take it outside, take care of your business before church starts, yes we offer coffee and drinks but should we leave service two and three time for a refill, I think that is an abusive of the privlage. And just so you know after I left and came home my two kids were punished with four hours of house and yard work plus a discussion on respecting others and how to behave while in church. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  ok now I feel better and like I said if this offends anyone I am sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-3796610250056972547?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/3796610250056972547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=3796610250056972547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/3796610250056972547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/3796610250056972547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/10/venting-session.html' title='Venting session'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-881454912696310558</id><published>2008-09-10T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:29:39.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wild kingdom</title><content type='html'>Ok so I made it through the flies and the misquitos. Then there was the invasion of roof rats in August but enough is enough if I have to take a shower with this little guy one more night I am going to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SMiAqMopxfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UHbUTE-M9b4/s1600-h/GECO.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SMiAqMopxfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UHbUTE-M9b4/s200/GECO.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244583228507538930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not to mention all his friends that are all over my front porch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-881454912696310558?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/881454912696310558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=881454912696310558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/881454912696310558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/881454912696310558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/09/wild-kingdom.html' title='wild kingdom'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SMiAqMopxfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UHbUTE-M9b4/s72-c/GECO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-7818860839924419004</id><published>2008-08-19T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:21:35.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update</title><content type='html'>Well here it is the end of August and it is hard to believe how fast this summer has gone by. It has been a great summer for me and my kids. The kids both went on a month long vacation ( I stayed home and worked). We made a few trips to the lake. Me and my daughter attended Rock the Desert. Many family movie nights. We spent a lot of time just reconnecting as a family, which was much needed after everything we had been through.&lt;br /&gt;I have been dealing with some health issues. I was diagnosed with cystic ovarian disease and a word I am not even going to attempt that means that my uterus was hemorrhaging. My doctor tried hormones to try and control it but it has just gotten worse so yesterday I was told my only option is a hysterectomy. Bad news is that my uterus is tilted at an odd angle so it has to be done through the abdomen. I am actually very OK with this. I do have a few concerns First is the financial co pays, hospital stay for 3-5 days, time missed at work. After finding out about the surgery I came to the office to let my boss know what was happening and all I got was " this is going to be a real inconvenience for the office" and " Just how long to you plan on being gone". I was very hurt and now feel this overwhelming need to come back to work just as soon as I can. Which I was already feeling a little knowing I have no sick time or vacation time to use during all this.&lt;br /&gt;Mom has agreed to help with the kids. and to stay at the hospital with me. She is so awesome. &lt;br /&gt;So remember me on September 16Th ( that is surgery day) &lt;br /&gt;Love you All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-7818860839924419004?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/7818860839924419004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=7818860839924419004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/7818860839924419004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/7818860839924419004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-8571983874523603446</id><published>2008-06-27T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:11:49.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>old song</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when things get hard it helps me to fall back on old familiar thing in my life to comfort me. Here is one of my favorite songs done in the most beautiful ways I think I have ever heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T664Z3dkudo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T664Z3dkudo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-8571983874523603446?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/8571983874523603446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=8571983874523603446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/8571983874523603446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/8571983874523603446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-song.html' title='old song'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-1242012643718072150</id><published>2008-06-26T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:01:25.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I have been this past year</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tthuij6YgrA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tthuij6YgrA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-1242012643718072150?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/1242012643718072150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=1242012643718072150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1242012643718072150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/1242012643718072150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-i-have-been-this-past-year.html' title='Where I have been this past year'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-561156778190258382</id><published>2008-06-24T10:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:00:08.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom took some new pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGEV31Y5t_I/AAAAAAAAABc/JECuSbXuEfI/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215473892440258546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGEV31Y5t_I/AAAAAAAAABc/JECuSbXuEfI/s200/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGEVwAIKf0I/AAAAAAAAABU/30C_TXd39CQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215473757883891522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGEVwAIKf0I/AAAAAAAAABU/30C_TXd39CQ/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGER2pNMjwI/AAAAAAAAABM/aW3BJVfyoEQ/s1600-h/untitled+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469473943555842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGER2pNMjwI/AAAAAAAAABM/aW3BJVfyoEQ/s200/untitled+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGERx7jFL8I/AAAAAAAAABE/a5HmltYtvo8/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469392967839682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGERx7jFL8I/AAAAAAAAABE/a5HmltYtvo8/s200/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGERqTqlRQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WsnTIIgJugA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469262002799874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGERqTqlRQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WsnTIIgJugA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey everyone Mom took me out over the weekend and took some new Pics of me. Hope you like them. She is so talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-561156778190258382?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/561156778190258382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=561156778190258382' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/561156778190258382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/561156778190258382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/06/mom-took-some-new-pics.html' title='Mom took some new pics'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SGEV31Y5t_I/AAAAAAAAABc/JECuSbXuEfI/s72-c/untitled+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-6113295092772976110</id><published>2008-05-28T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:54:48.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still hanging in there</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am still hanging in there. I know it has been awhile since my last blog. But not much has changed. My kids are great, ready for school to be out. Ashley received three awards at school. I am so proud of her. Jacob will be going in the first grade next year and he will be in the ap class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  Me, well I have my good days and my bad days. Today is a not so good one. I am trying really hard to move on with my life one day at a time. My heart is still very sad. Frank got himself in trouble with all he was doing to me and I didn't hear from him for a week and it felt so good. But that has changed and we are back to everytime the phone rings or I get a message on the cell my heart sinks into my stomache. Moving on is so hard. I thought about getting some counceling, I even asked the church for help but they were to "busy", and I guess you can say that its a pride issue but when they finally decided to get around to me almost 9 weeks later I didn't do it. Frank made me feel worthless and less than human and they made me feel so unimportant. I am trying to deal with it and I know I will get past it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-6113295092772976110?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/6113295092772976110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=6113295092772976110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/6113295092772976110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/6113295092772976110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-hanging-in-there.html' title='Still hanging in there'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-6687505387930017399</id><published>2008-04-21T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:30:40.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New note</title><content type='html'>A promising new week in our home. Things have settled way down. Finances are still tight but by the grace of God we are making it. Still need a car but my ex-husband has been nice enough to let me use his till I can get something. Now that that is out of the way more important things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my beautiful daughter will be turning 12.  I am so proud of the young lady she is becoming.  She amazes me more every day. Over the last year she has bloomed so much. She started playing the violin and has been sitting in the top 5 of her section all year. She has taken off in her studies ( a-b honor roll  all year). It really hit me last week how much she had grown up when the school sent home the little sheet of paper to pick classes for next year. Many parents know this form. She was sitting in the back seat of the car and said "Mom I need you to sign my schedule for next year." I think I snapped not while I'm driving I will look at it later. We get home and she comes to me again " I need you to sign this" OK I will look at it. TO my shock my baby had sat down with her teachers and talked to them about what she needed to do to jump start her in the study of the medical field. Her teachers had recommended her for AP classes and she decided &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; take two classes next year to gain high school credit.  She has it planned that by the time she starts high school in two years she will have enough of her credits out of the way that she can take the new medical classes Abilene offers for college credit. When did this happen. My little girl has grown up.  And I am so proud of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-6687505387930017399?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/6687505387930017399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=6687505387930017399' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/6687505387930017399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/6687505387930017399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-note.html' title='New note'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-6781460953028870613</id><published>2008-04-16T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:38:14.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging on by a thread and a prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm still here just can't seem to put in to words my feelings with out falling apart.  I am so tired.  I feel like every step I take forward I get thrown back 10 feet.  Frank's relentless badgering of me resulted in a phone number change and an upcoming trip to legal aid to file for a restraining order.  I have gone out of my way to avoid confronting him. My heart tells me to mind my words and not speak the mean things over him that he has spoke into me. It's really hard.  Since my last post He came into my house one night and tried to force himself on me but I was able to get him away and out of the house. And being stupid I didn't call the police. I don't want his stupid behavior now to effect his life forever.  I am struggling to take the high road and not sink to his level.  To add insult to injury I started getting this months utilities in and come to find out the money I had given him to pay bills last month he stashed away because he knew I was about to throw him out so I am stuck paying double bills.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;            My budget:   $1100   income&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                    $260    light bill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                    $136     cell phones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                    $138     Cable ( he just had to have the movie channels)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                    $142     water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                    $80       phone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                    $25       &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                    $ 75       gas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                    $200 probation ( for those who didn't know a stupid mistake i made)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which leaves me a whole $44.00 for food and gas and the extras. and next week is my daughters birthday. When I think about where I allowed him to lead me I get so angry. Mostly at myself for allowing it to happen. I know God is my provider, Yet I still panic. And to think I still need to come up with a car. I have stared cutting back on all the extras that I can and pray we will see the effects in the next few months. I just have to be strong a little longer. On a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; note my house is finally starting to become mine again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you all for your prayers I would have never made it this far without them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-6781460953028870613?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/6781460953028870613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=6781460953028870613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/6781460953028870613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/6781460953028870613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/04/hanging-on-by-thread-and-prayer.html' title='Hanging on by a thread and a prayer'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-5622668585525217515</id><published>2008-04-03T08:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:40:51.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEP PRAYING</title><content type='html'>Another day and I know I am making progress, but today I feel like I have been pushed back ten steps.  Frank has been from one end of the scale to the other.  One day he is begging to come back and the next he is lashing out at me.  He has been going at me pretty hard the last few days and honestly I'm exhausted.  Last night was the worse for me. I was driving home from life group and he had been going at me all nite I had done a good job of blowing him off, but half way home he started again and hit me where it hurt he is already dating. Which doesn't really matter I was mad that he was using my cell phone to call around and make dates and I am left holding the bill for him to call these women. I told him I wanted the phone and he refused to give it to me so I told him I would call the police and do a failure to surrender property. He didn't want that so he told me where he was and I went at 10:00pm last nite to get the phone and the pure evil in that man scared me worse than I have ever been scared.  He came to the car calling me all kinds of foul names and cussing at me infront of the kids. I stayed up all night afraid of what he might do.  And first thing this morning he stared again calling me at work and telling me he was comming to the house tonight.  I hate to admit like a scared little girl I went running straight to my Mom and Dad.  I hate having to ask them for help in this matter I hate having to be rescued but I don't think I am able to do this on my own. I have fought all I can for now. So I am asking everyone to keep praying for strength. I am so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-5622668585525217515?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/5622668585525217515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=5622668585525217515' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/5622668585525217515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/5622668585525217515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/04/keep-praying.html' title='KEEP PRAYING'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-5791901859215931436</id><published>2008-03-28T09:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:11:01.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Light at the end of the tunnel</title><content type='html'>Another new day and I am amazed how fast I am starting to feel like my old self.  I thank you all for your prayers. I felt every one.  Last night Frank came to comfront me face to face and give his last ditch effort to get me to let him back in my home and my life.  Whith supernatural strength I was able to look him in the eye and tell him it was over and he needed to leave. My heart was sad at the devistation in his eyes in his eyes but I know now that he may have loved me but his kind of love is not a healthy form of love.  His love was conditional and based on a physical feeling not one of heart.  Today I feel like the world has been lifted off my shoulders. I stayed home from work yesterday and boxed up his things and started moving my things back into my house. It was liberating to take my home back. I knew he had taken over I just didn't realize how much.  Even with the progress I am ashamed to say it is going to take a long time and alot of work to get my house back in order for the last three months I has completely shut down and my house shows it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-5791901859215931436?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/5791901859215931436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=5791901859215931436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/5791901859215931436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/5791901859215931436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/03/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Light at the end of the tunnel'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-4014794568314336234</id><published>2008-03-27T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:38:41.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost over</title><content type='html'>Well another day has gone by and he isfinally going. He is fighting the enitreway out. I thought that it would be hard on me to finally let him go and to move on with my life but he has made it very easy on me to let go.  This is not my first time around the block in relationships I have made my fair share of mistakes.  But I have learnedfrom my mistakes and I can see everything that he is trying to pull.  He has tried to sweet talk me and when that didn't work he try to knock me down. I must admit that i tworked for awhile I think I was atmy lowest yesterday but today has brought new hope and he has finally shown his real colors. I know I am going to make it through this.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-4014794568314336234?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/4014794568314336234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=4014794568314336234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/4014794568314336234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/4014794568314336234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/03/almost-over.html' title='Almost over'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-6383994430113035821</id><published>2008-03-26T08:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:26:39.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling apart in limbo</title><content type='html'>Not much has changed since my last post.  Frank is fighting leaving.  Somewhere in his mind he thinks if he puts off leaving that I will have a change of heart, that I will love him more. Don't get me wrong I do care about him but you can love someone with everything in you and it still can be the worse thing in the world for you.  I know this relationship is unhealthy and I want out I just can't get him to see that it is over.  Everyday he stays I feel a little bit more of me slipping away.  I feel so detached from my life, from my emotions. I am physically ill from this situation.  I really do feel like I'm in limbo.  I don't know if I can put into words what I feel like with out incriminating my self , lol.  But it feels like a drug or alcohol high I can see life happening all around me yet I'm unable to reach out of the place I am at and join in.  I keep thinking he will see how much I don't want him.  I can't stand him touching me. Everything he says to me feels like I am under attack.  I feel like I am a prisoner in my home.  He questions me all the time. And if anything goes wrong it is all on me.  I feel so trapped and I can't see a way out. I made the first step and told him to leave but the night I told him to go he beat me down emtionally so much I couldn't even fight back. I still can't fight back. I don't know what to do any more. Please continue to pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-6383994430113035821?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/6383994430113035821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=6383994430113035821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/6383994430113035821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/6383994430113035821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/03/falling-apart-in-limbo.html' title='Falling apart in limbo'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-5827337324075252879</id><published>2008-03-17T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:07:29.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer</title><content type='html'>Dear Family and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I am writing letter to ask you to lift me and my children up in your prayers.  Over the past year and a half I have been involved in a very unhealthy relationship and to my embarrassment this relationship has been with a married man.  He has sworn to me he was getting a divorce and in my mind I wanted to believe him, but it has never happened. Our relationship has turned into one that has compromised my morals, my values and my self worth. Today I take a stand and am taking back the life God has promised me. I have always heard the first step is the hardest that is why I am asking for your support.  I ask you all to pray for favor in my life. Most of all emotional, for me and my children, and second for financial the relationship not only depleted me emotionally but financially. By making him leave my home I am taking on double the bills I am also losing the only transportation that we have.  Please remember us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Julie Roberts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-5827337324075252879?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/5827337324075252879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=5827337324075252879' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/5827337324075252879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/5827337324075252879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/03/prayer.html' title='prayer'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-7533697701170876409</id><published>2008-02-18T18:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:56:30.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reached My breaking point</title><content type='html'>Ok it finally happened For those of you who have kept up with all my rantings you know the trouble I have been having with Frank and his kids.  After taking a long look I realized that things started getting worse after his daughter came to live with us at christmas.  As much as I love this child she has pushed me so far that I have finally broke ( which takes Alot).  I like to think I am a very tolerant person. I take a lot of crap and very seldom blow my top.  Well last night I blew and it was not a pretty thing. After she arived home 9 hours after she was told to come home her Dad anounces she is grounded for two weeks from the phone for being late( which I thinkis very unfair because Justin was 1 hour late and was grounded for a month). Kelsey yells " im just going to go kive with my Mom again cause she will let me do what ever I want".  I let it go, then my brother came to pick up his girls who I had babysat all day, I cooked dinner and we all sat down to eat, she refuses to come out of her room, she wants nothing to do with a witch like me. That was it I picked up the phone took it to her and told her to call her mother to come get here I didn't want her here anymore. then turned to her Dad and said if you don't like it pack and go too.  Well he didn't go but she is going back to her mothers house. I feel a little bad for sending her back but I had to start putting my kids 1st again. And who knows maybe this is the first step in taking my life back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-7533697701170876409?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/7533697701170876409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=7533697701170876409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/7533697701170876409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/7533697701170876409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/02/reached-my-breaking-point.html' title='Reached My breaking point'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-2072795239115333710</id><published>2008-01-22T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:02:30.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not for the faint hearted: Blowing Off Steam</title><content type='html'>Just a for warning if you are faint hearted, looking to fix someones life, don't like to hear the down side of life DON"T READ THIS POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have reached a point that if I don't let off some steam and vent a little then I am going to blow.  I have kept it together as long as I can. Now don't get me wrong I love my life, I love my family, I love my friends.  I have just hit my breaking point.  For those that don't know my life has gone through a lot of changes over the past year and for the most part all the changes have been good.  I am just having a hard time adjusting to the most recent changes.  Frank and two of his kids moved in with me and my kids this year.  I love having them here, but I am feeling like I am losing myself.  My home no longer feels like MY HOME.  I feel like I have been pushed out of my own place.  Now I know that when someone moves in that you have to give up some stuff to make things fit.  But I feel like I am giving up everything and getting nothing.  The kids have over run the house anytime that I am at home I have to stay in my room which doesn't feel like my room because of all the crap that Frank has in there now. All my things have been moved in to a 3ft book shelf on one side of the room while all his stuff is taking up the rest of the room.  The past weekend as I was adding yet another 6ft book shelf for him to put his things on I said to him at the rate he is going I will be out of the room in 3 months. He laughed...I was serious.  The kids are pushing past my point of comfort.  Its like they are trying to see how far I will go and when I try to tell Frank about it he thinks I am just being to hard on them.  You see he puts down all these rules for the kids ( his and my kids both) yet he is never there to enforce the rules. Now I can handle my kids but his kids are 16 and 14 and I don't feel like I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disipline&lt;/span&gt; them and they know it.  They sit around the house doing nothing but fighting and picking.  They have taken over the living area of my house, taken over the computer, the phone, the yard....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.  And I am expected to do the cooking, the cleaning, driving them everywhere, do this do that but getting nothing in return.  I have literally worked myself to the point of being sick, as a matter of fact I have been sick for the last 3 months.  I have been to the doctor 4 times in three months, gotten 4 shots, been on 15 different kinds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, including anti depressants, I have missed numerous days at work,  yet these selfish people I call my family still expect me to wait on them hand and foot. &lt;br /&gt;   And its not just the kids last week I was home from work three days very ill.  I tried to work on Thursday but my boss sent me home early.  I took the family out to dinner ( I didn't want to cook) had to go to the store after dinner to get stuff for the next morning, came home was getting the kids ready for bed Frank announces he needs his work clothes washed so up I get go  do laundry, pick up the living room and then Justin said he needed his basketball uniform washed so I do more laundry. After a while I get a ice cream and go sit on the bed to wait for the clothes to dry and Frank gets mad because I didn't bring him anything he yells and I end up sleeping on the couch because he is mad at me. What the hell?!?  Same thing today when I get up.  Frank has the day off work I'm still not feeling well but have to get to work. On top of being sick my monthly is back for the second time this month ( think its due to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;) Frank is in the mood to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intimet&lt;/span&gt; I tell him I can't he gets mad and is not talking to me now.  I have never loved anyone like I love him yet I have never been with some one as selfish as he is.  He can never seem to see things from any other point of view than his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-2072795239115333710?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/2072795239115333710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=2072795239115333710' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/2072795239115333710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/2072795239115333710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-for-faint-hearted-blowing-off-steam.html' title='not for the faint hearted: Blowing Off Steam'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-751737626151187628</id><published>2007-12-27T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T10:55:00.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>32</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was my birthday, I am officially 32!  And you know what it was one of the best birthdays ever.  Even though I had to work all day it was great.  My sweet man sent me a dozen roses and the sweetest card.  Dad and Mom took me to lunch and gave me a gift card to Kohl's (love that store). The guys at work bought me a cake and sang to me.  After work I went and used my gift card ( you always get the best buys the day after christmas).  I picked up some dinner and got Frank from work and we went home.  The older kids had stayed home yesterday and they cleaned the house for me as their gift to me. I was so suprised.  The whole night went well and I was getting ready to got get my shower and Franks daughter, Kelsey, looks at me and says " Julie." I answer " yes, sweety" . " I love you".  My heart melted. For the last year this little girl has seen me as public enemy #1.  In her eyes I was the reason that her family fell apart, even though it was apart long before me and her dad met. She has cussed me and called me every foul name you can imagin and several you (and I ) never knew exsisted.  She was down here a week over the summer and wouldn't even try. This time she is happy and taking a part in everything the family does and she loves me. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday gift. She even gave me a hug. I know we still have a long way to go but to know she finally excepts me means so much to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-751737626151187628?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/751737626151187628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=751737626151187628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/751737626151187628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/751737626151187628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2007/12/32.html' title='32'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-7331250021761242779</id><published>2007-12-13T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:50:50.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;OK I get it once every six months is not how you are suppose to blog.  Life just seems to be flying by. It just seems like yesterday it was Christmas last year. So much has happened this year. Two more weeks and Frank and I will have been together a year.  I never thought I find some one I would love this much. Yea things have been hard and at times I felt like the entire world has been against us and that everyone hated me for making the decision for being with him.  Then I learned that it didn't matter as long as we loved each other. And two people who have a past and baggage are going to have some difficulties. I have never been in a real relationship and I have been on my own for 10 years and I have had a hard time letting him in and releasing control of my life and he has always been in a disfunctional relationship and has had a hard time excepting being loved for him. So there has been alot of butting heads and add to the mix five kids ( 3 that live with us) and 2 ex-spouses that are always in our business and you can guess at times our lives have felt like a disaster.  But we have made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;   My kids are wonderful Jacob is loving school.  Ashley loves middle school, she is playing the violin ( sitting 5th chair ) most of the year, i'm so proud of her. It is like she finally found her thing in life. Justin has made huge leaps forward. We still have a long way to go but, he is in school, perfect attendance this year, he has passed every six weeks ( by the skin of his teeth), he is playing basketball. I am so thankful for my family. Franks daughter Kelsey has decided to give me another chance she is coming to spend christmas break with us. I am hopeing that this will be a chance for us to get to know each other and she won't look at me as the enemy anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;     We are all excited about our first Christmas together as a family. This will acually be the first real Christmas they have ever had. It is so hard for me to grasp the concept that Frank and the kids are from a disfunctional family. I don't think any of us can imagine a life like that. We were at my Moms Christmas party last night and she asked us to share our favorite Christmas memory and I could tell by the look on Franks face he was uncomfortable so we made our excuses and left. Laying in bed last night he told me he had no favorite memory. A good christmas for him growing up was when his mother wasn't drunk all day beating on him and his sisters. And in his adult life it wasn't any better. a bad marriage and stress of trying to hide it from their kids made the holidays miserable for him. I love him so much I want him to exspirance what it can be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  I wish all of you a very happy holiday season. With all the joy and love of the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-7331250021761242779?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/7331250021761242779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=7331250021761242779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/7331250021761242779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/7331250021761242779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-6181286643283088959</id><published>2007-06-15T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:00:39.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well I survived having the mumps.  I would like to say it wasn't that bad, but it was. I have never been that tired and had my body ache that bad and the headaches......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am all better now and going like crazy as usual. I am getting ready to decorate for the reception at a wedding on July 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. nothing like waiting till the last min. to get some kind of game plan on what we are going to do. But I have found I work really well under pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Other than that things are pretty much the same. Ashley is gone to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;great grandparents&lt;/span&gt; for the month. Jacob is....well he is a typical 5 year old.  Me and Frank are getting ready to make the jump into marriage ( I am so Happy).  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; set a date yet. There are a few things we want to get worked out before we get married.  And we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; to do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre-marriage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; we both know how to be in a non-functioning marriage.  We know we love each other and we want to be together we just need to learn how to make it work and how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;communicate&lt;/span&gt; with each other. But I know it will all work out. Just keep us in yyour prayers. We are both learning there are a lot of obsticals the second time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-6181286643283088959?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/6181286643283088959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=6181286643283088959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/6181286643283088959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/6181286643283088959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-i-survived-having-mumps.html' title=''/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-2616691407290432726</id><published>2007-05-29T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:30:00.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What is the chances?  Me at 31 years old catching the mumps.  Yea you got it the mumps.  I go to the Dr. today feeling tired and my ear hurting and they want to run blood test.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I know my thought too why run a blood test for a ear infection.  I always get ear infections. Give me a shot, so ear drops and send me home.  45 min later and after I go looking for the doctor he sticks his head back in says " your ears are fine but we are sending your lab work off for more testing because the test we ran show you have mumps."  So now all the questions arise how does a 31 year old get the mumps? who did I get it from? when did I get it?  So I go to the trusty web &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MD&lt;/span&gt; and look it up. Did you know the first symptom doesn't show up for 12 to 16 days and in some cases up to 25 days.  Yea I can hardly remember what I did yesterday how am i suppose to remember who sneezed around me two weeks ago.  Good thing is it only last about ten days after the onset of symptoms so about 7 more days to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who would have ever thought?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-2616691407290432726?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/2616691407290432726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=2616691407290432726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/2616691407290432726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/2616691407290432726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-chance.html' title='Whats the chance'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-3571395072438856070</id><published>2007-05-23T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:01:51.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good  News</title><content type='html'>Today was a day of many blessings. Every where I looked I could see the wonder of God. I started my day here reading every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woman's&lt;/span&gt; account of the weekend and to read all the wonderful things that every one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bfw&lt;/span&gt; touched my heart and allowed me to feel like I was a part of it. This afternoon my beautiful daughter had a graduation ceremony, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;elementary&lt;/span&gt; school. And to top it all off the doctor finally called with Ashley's test results and they all came back good. It leaves us with more questions about why she is hurting and sick to her stomach but we now know there is nothing wrong with her organs.&lt;br /&gt;I took my family out to dinner after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; and finished the evening with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KLF&lt;/span&gt; skate night. And I realized after 2o something years I don't remember how to roller skate. It was still a great time with wonderful people. And a lot of laughs. Hope no one is to sore. love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-3571395072438856070?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/3571395072438856070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=3571395072438856070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/3571395072438856070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/3571395072438856070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-news.html' title='Good  News'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-7969586981736451691</id><published>2007-05-17T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T08:54:37.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bfw</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today is the day all the beautiful  woman are heading off for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFW&lt;/span&gt;.  I must say a part of me is a little jealous that they are there and I am not because I know this weekend will change lives. But I know in my heart that I was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to go this time. But next year I will be there. I just want to pray blessings over all the women that will be attending and working the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bfw&lt;/span&gt;. May God move might in your lives. I love you all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-7969586981736451691?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/7969586981736451691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=7969586981736451691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/7969586981736451691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/7969586981736451691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2007/05/bfw.html' title='Bfw'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077024431615694769.post-8418696586248742896</id><published>2007-05-16T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:27:15.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I am going to give in to the latest trend and start a blog page ( again).  I'm not going to make any promises on how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt; I will get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; get to write but it is fun to get on here and read other peoples post. It is about the only way I have to keep up with every one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;    My life has seemed to have turned up side down and inside out over the last few months and I feel like I am passing my self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; and going.  For those of you who don't know me well I will give you a little back ground.  I have been a single mother, of the two most wonderful children, for 10 years now.  And I had a great life, many things to be thankful for.  Besides my great kids, I have a good job, wonderful family, a beautiful church family, and last year God blessed me with one of my hearts desires, A house.  It may not have looked like much to everyone else but its mine. I thought things could not get any better then at Christmas last year I met Frank.  Now only five months later we are engaged to be married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;    I have been blessed with the several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; over the last several months to help plan and decorate several weddings and parties ( which is a dream of mine). God has been so good to me and my family and has fulfilled so many of my hearts desired I am just amazed at his goodness.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077024431615694769-8418696586248742896?l=jaylyn1275.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/feeds/8418696586248742896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077024431615694769&amp;postID=8418696586248742896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/8418696586248742896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077024431615694769/posts/default/8418696586248742896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylyn1275.blogspot.com/2007/05/1st-post.html' title='1st post'/><author><name>PRINCESS BRIDE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913402703128738612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tKmPD6_yFEE/SIU1FSRPJXI/AAAAAAAAABo/QoLHINjuiR0/S220/ME1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
