<?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-13391230</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:00:33.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attics Of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-115385296746040973</id><published>2006-07-25T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:42:47.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaa hooo!!</title><content type='html'>Well, Ive got my moms digital camera up and running!  YAY me!  So Im going to be posting pics at  &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/gratefuldead1977/my_photos"&gt;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/gratefuldead1977/my_photos&lt;/a&gt;  I'll put a link on my side bar.  I think I'll delete my other two blogs since those didnt work very well :-)  So there they are, old pics and a few brand new ones.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-115385296746040973?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/115385296746040973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=115385296746040973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/115385296746040973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/115385296746040973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2006/07/waaa-hooo.html' title='Waaa hooo!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-115173571498103170</id><published>2006-07-01T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:35:14.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long And Winding Road</title><content type='html'>Just finishing up some laundry and thought Id post.  As soon as it's done Im going home and a throw back a few with K.  I went down to the Orient Club to get something and noticed the flares and whirrling lights up by Eazors.  Apparently 3 (drunk) guys left the Orient and tried to take the turn onto 2nd Ave at about 50-60 mph and flipped their car over.  They're said to be fine, one was taken to the hospital to get checked out and the other 2 were good except for the fact they were both on probation (uhoh) thats not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this cat at work.  It wanders around outside all the time and it wouldnt leave me alone so I brought it home.  And it ran away already.  Apparently Fred Sanford doesnt like dogs.  I set some food out for him but Im sure Rusty and Mrs Robinson probably ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...my dad got out of the hospital yesterday.  He needs to change his eating and exercise habits because if he doesnt, the doc says he'll most definately have a full blown stroke in the next 3 months.  Momma has her whip out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taquan comes "home" in 2 days. Woohoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-115173571498103170?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/115173571498103170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=115173571498103170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/115173571498103170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/115173571498103170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-and-winding-road.html' title='The Long And Winding Road'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-115139731086785504</id><published>2006-06-27T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T03:35:10.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains, It Pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Elise and I took Dad to the ER this morning.  He was feeling "funny" on the right side of his body.  Well after HOURS in the ER, they finally admitted him for 23 observation...until his Doc checked&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;his tests and stuff.  He's apparently gone into Renal Failure which they just happened upon.  They still dont know why he was/is numb on his right side.  No signs inside his head of a stroke.  So now he'll probably be in til who knows when.  Keep him in your thoughts.  I'll post more when I have it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elise and I went to Pittsburgh Sunday to visit a friend down there.  3 weeks ago Jen had a seizure and passed out.  When she awoke, her kids were still in the house (thank God) so she attempted to get outside and get a neighbor and then had ANOTHER seizure.  By the time the ambulance got her to DuBois she'd had 4-5 so they life flighted her to Presby where she's been ever since.  I was supposed to go down last weekend with Autumn but I chickened out...I didnt want to see her on a ventilator trach, all that crap.  BUT Elise works with her mom and I told E we could do whatever she wanted this past weekend as it was her "birthday weekend" so she told Jen's mom Rose that we'd take her to Pittsburgh to see Jen.  Rose is staying all week with her other daughter Rhonda so she can visit Jen daily.  She reminded me of a child...they've got her tied to the bed because she gets combative at times.  They say she'll make a full recovery and I hope they're right.  She has 3 kids that need her very much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Im staying at mom and dads house tonight.  Mom didnt care one way or the other so Im not too sure why but I guess I just wanted to be close to her tonight.  Stood out on the back porch with Marley and smoked a cig in my underwear.  I hope people saw me :-)  I work tomorrow and then am off Wed and Thurs.  Im going to clean clean clean Wed and I dunno about Thurs.  Was going to go to camp with dad overnight but if he's not out of the hospital yet who knows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have I informed you that my dog is NOT a Boxer/German Shepard mix as the Clarion ASPCA told us?  He IS in fact a Boxer/PITT BULL mix and just the cutest kinda well behaved but still needs some work dog!  Yay for Marley.  I'll have pics as soon as I have the money to go get them developed.  He's learned how to swim now and loves it.  We go up past Camp Harmony and he chases rocks and leaves and crap into the water :)  I wish it would quit raining so we could go back.&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/13391230-115139731086785504?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/115139731086785504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=115139731086785504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/115139731086785504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/115139731086785504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains, It Pours'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-114246212721598721</id><published>2006-03-15T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:35:27.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated again</title><content type='html'>On MArch 26 my parents are going to Scranton for the night and I'll be here at the house with all 3 dogs so I can do some major updating and crap but for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs name is Marley Mooney Work now....I'll go into the name more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-114246212721598721?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/114246212721598721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=114246212721598721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/114246212721598721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/114246212721598721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2006/03/updated-again.html' title='Updated again'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-114160328014758025</id><published>2006-03-05T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:01:20.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/1600/Hoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/320/Hoss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right folks, there's a new addition to my family. Hoss Cartwright Work is a German Shepard/Boxer mix and is apprx 10 weeks old. He was adopted from the Humane Society of Clarion County and he's lovely :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-114160328014758025?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/114160328014758025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=114160328014758025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/114160328014758025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/114160328014758025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2006/03/newest-addition.html' title='The Newest Addition'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-114003620116998942</id><published>2006-02-15T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:43:21.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well it's been awhile.  Elise and I are moved into our new apartment and things are going well.  Im still looking for time to unpack my crap and get everything in some sort of order.  We have a cat.  Not really tho hehe....she stays at our house a few hours and then traipses off into the wild yonder.  We've named her Mrs Robinson....she's a really nice cat but I think she has owners and goes back and forth tween us and them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin Teri passed away Sat morning at 3 am.  She was 51 years young and had cancer.  We had her funeral today and I truly dont think Ive ever taken a death so hard.  I mean I know I HAVE but....it was just awful to think of what she and her family have been thru in the last year.  Not even a year ago her daughter Erica was in a seriously serious car accident and is now paralyzed.  It's just been a shitty time and it seems to have gotten shittier.  Keep Erica, Wayne, and Kyle in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to go now.  Alex, give me a call sometime.  I have the rest of today off (Wed) and Fri too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-114003620116998942?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/114003620116998942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=114003620116998942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/114003620116998942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/114003620116998942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-113812757317892650</id><published>2006-01-24T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:32:53.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that Figures</title><content type='html'>So T called today and said he couldnt make it up this weekend due to work.  So here I am with my day off and a personal day Saturday.  I should have known my date would get canceled some way.  Ahh well, I guess that's the way life is.  Hopefully and A &amp; B will be outta the apt this weekend and I can go up and clean and move some stuff in!  So I guess there's a silver lining there somewhere ;-)  OK I gotta get to work soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-113812757317892650?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/113812757317892650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=113812757317892650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113812757317892650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113812757317892650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-that-figures.html' title='Well that Figures'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-113809005198003059</id><published>2006-01-24T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:19:45.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Official</title><content type='html'>OKie dokie. So. Im moving out. Could start moving this weekend :-D The people in the apt now would like to be out by the weekend so yippee skippee!! Definately by the first of Feb tho. How cool is this? My dad has been saving pennies for 20+ years and told Elise if we cashed them for him he'd take ALL the money and buy us things we need (toaster, garbage can, cleaning crap etc etc) So we took the pennies to the bank today and there was.................$423!!!! So he and mom went to the $ store tonight and there is a shit load of stuff in the living room right now waiting to be moved in! I wonder if they got Tums because I could really use it now :-) My heart burn is CRAPPY! But anywho, I just wanted to put this up and let anyone know that I will be sending off my address so you can all send me letters and stuff since I wont be online often but more importantly because I never get mail.  But at least I'll have something to blog when I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-113809005198003059?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/113809005198003059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=113809005198003059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113809005198003059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113809005198003059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2006/01/officially-official.html' title='Officially Official'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-113678711461103181</id><published>2006-01-09T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:11:54.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out....Moving On.....</title><content type='html'>Dont anyone fall over because Im posting FINALLY...with a little friendly nudge from Alex :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the biggest thing is Im moving out of my parents home.  MY home....for the last...oh...18 years or so.  My sister and I have decided it's time to cut the umbilical cords and take the plunge.  Ideally, the other half of the duplex Keri moved into is opening and we'd like to try and get into there, but there are a few more prospects on the horizon that we'll be looking into.  I just feel that at almost 29 years old, it's time.  I dont want to meet the man I want to marry (if I do) and go from living with mom and dad to living in "our" home.  I know I'll have Elise but this is ok.  We get along fairly well and since we work opposite shifts I think it will work out.  Ive gone over all my bills and the utilities that we'll encounter and I really think we can do it...more importantly -I- can do it.  Elise I have no worries, she's more the independent type.  Dad is having some trouble with the idea of us leaving but I truly believe it's because we wont be there to cater to him, as harsh as that may be.  He said to Elise tonight "you have no clue all the little things you'll need...like a garbage can, dish soap"  He makes us both feel as if we're 5 years old I swear.  Mom on the other hand has been going thru boxes looking for dishes and whatnot to give us.  I guess in the last year or so I just havent been feeling much like an individual.  It's so hard to do that, and to feel independent when my father breaths down my neck, and tells me things 10 times (literally) because "if I dont keep reminding you, you'll forget"  But anyhoo...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy (the gentleman from camp) called me the other night and asked what I was doing on the 27th.  I have off :-D  And then he said he was coming up that weekend and wanted to take me to dinner.  Awwww hehehe......of course I said yes, so in addition to that Friday that we go to dinner, Im also taking a personal day that Saturday to spend an extra day with him.  Ive never been on an ACTUAL date before.  Is that sad?  Sure, Mike and I would go to eat, at The Post.  This is an all out "pick me up at my door, drop me off at my door maybe you'll get a goodnight kiss" kinda thing.   I have to pick the place because he said he only knows Sheetz and the Den. haha....Im thinking Luigi's in DuBois but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my life in a nutshell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-113678711461103181?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/113678711461103181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=113678711461103181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113678711461103181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113678711461103181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2006/01/moving-outmoving-on.html' title='Moving Out....Moving On.....'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-113415359139880657</id><published>2005-12-09T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:39:51.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How exciting!</title><content type='html'>OK, so Alex Im pretty sure you're the only one who reads these so I'll write this like Im writing to you.  Remember the phone # exchange of Saturday night?  Remember my anxiety about calling him and WHY he felt the need to give ME of all people his #?!  Well, all week I'd been having anxiety about calling him because Ive seen it happen before....one of those guys gets drunk, gives a girl their #, girl calls and a girlfriend answers.  I didnt want that.  Despite the fact that he and I got to know each other, there were still alof of things we havent covered yet.  So last night John and I go into the Den after work and Amber is working.  She's like "Jules!  I need your phone #!"  and IM like....ooohkay.....and SHE says "Bubba said you exchanged #s Saturday night but he lost yours and I gave him your # but I had your old # so he wants me to send him your new one so he can call you....because he REALLY wants to call you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's pretty damn entertaining if I do say so myself :-D  I spose we shall see what the weekend brings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-113415359139880657?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/113415359139880657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=113415359139880657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113415359139880657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113415359139880657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-exciting.html' title='How exciting!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-113401715488787882</id><published>2005-12-07T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:45:54.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>A girl to be precise!  Little Madalyn Rachelle Bennett was born on December 6, 2005 weighing in at a healthy 8lbs 6oz and whopping 22 inches long!  Her parents Jodi and Todd are doing good, Todd is quiet as usual and Jodi is understandably, VERY tired :-)  Pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-113401715488787882?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/113401715488787882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=113401715488787882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113401715488787882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113401715488787882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-baby.html' title='It&apos;s a Baby!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-113390369317319400</id><published>2005-12-06T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:14:53.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im icky</title><content type='html'>Juli's ick.......and by ick I mean a snuffy nose and fever and body aches and chills and all that icky stuff.  Grrrr.....my momma did this to me I know she did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, in an effort to get the basement cleaned out and stuff, Elise and I have been given permission to do anything we want with it after it's cleaned.  Sooooo....we're thinking "That 70's Show" cool  tapestries, posters, beanbag chairs, poker table, dart board...etc...etc....If only we could have done this years ago!  We'll start on sweeping and scrubbing Sat and then after the holidays we'll go to it hardcore and have a sweet little hang out spot right in the basement.....Im thinking.....kegerator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to sweat now, so Im going to shower and go to bed....yeah I know it's only 4pm! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-113390369317319400?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/113390369317319400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=113390369317319400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113390369317319400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113390369317319400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-icky.html' title='Im icky'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-113339965100635688</id><published>2005-11-30T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:14:11.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of this....A little bit of that</title><content type='html'>Ive got a sore in my mouth.  I cant smile or talk for that matter because well, it hurts dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was Thanksgiving.  It wasnt bad.  Ive worked every Thanksgiving for the last 5 years which kinda stinks but we always eat early in the day so I have time to eat, do the dishes and pack myself food for work :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends from good ol Camp Harmony came up Thursday night and thats where Ive stayed pretty much every night since.  Im an honorary member you see, so I can go whenever I want and eat whatever I want  and drink whatever I want and I dont have to pay dues hahaha  Sat night it was me and 10-15 guys and I won the farting contest and came in 4th on burping.  Beer just doesnt make me do that.  Now if they had let me drink Dr Pepper Id have won that haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is so knotted up from work.  I had my friend Gina massage me the other day.  She's a Professional so she knows what she's doing.  I loved it.  But then I went to work the next day and I knotted up again.  Im just going to have to keep her here at my house forever :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Im going to go for now.  It's about time I updated this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-113339965100635688?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/113339965100635688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=113339965100635688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113339965100635688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113339965100635688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/11/little-bit-of-thisa-little-bit-of-that.html' title='A little bit of this....A little bit of that'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-113216758591605622</id><published>2005-11-16T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:59:45.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me</title><content type='html'>I find that the more I talk about this "thing" the easier it's getting.  I guess it's good (?) that Im not holding it in, that Im just balls out talking about it.  B &amp; TJ are this things best friends and they sort of cornered me Sat night and made me cry for a long time but in the end they got pissed off at that thing and promised me he would be taken care of.  It sort of sounds all mafia-like eh?  There are however people I havent told yet.  My parents.  And as far as Im concerned they'll never have to know.  Mike and John.  I cant tell them over the phone but it just seems like shit has been so hectic lately that thats the only way I get in touch with them is email and phone and I just dont think it's fair of me to tell them something like that over the phone you know?  So I'll keep it from them until we have a proper time to talk.  I almost told John one night but then backed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to go to work now.  Just wanted to update a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-113216758591605622?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/113216758591605622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=113216758591605622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113216758591605622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113216758591605622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-me.html' title='Just Me'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-113134695540522822</id><published>2005-11-07T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:02:35.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ho hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/1600/drownyouintears.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/320/drownyouintears.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think people can relate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-113134695540522822?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/113134695540522822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=113134695540522822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113134695540522822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113134695540522822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/11/ho-hum.html' title='ho hum'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-113109574747963188</id><published>2005-11-04T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T04:17:31.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Like These</title><content type='html'>Ive not much to say. Im going thru an awkward time in my life right now and I dont know how exactly to handle it. I cry about it all ALOT and I know that doesnt help the situation but it's how I get thru it. Im one of those people who cant NOT talk about it so Im going to say it...right here, right now. I was raped Monday morning. I cant necessarily call him a friend, more of an acquaintance. We stayed...and I mean we as 4 of us.....stayed at his house....and it just wasnt nice. Pleasant. I have never ever in life felt so completely violated as I did that morning. It's weird, but I always viewed Halloween as a mysterious time that I looked forward to. Halloween will never be the same. I dont think I will ever be the same. Im trusting that the few "friends" that I have that read this will not say anything that would get back to anyone. Ive confided in you, and 2 other people. Im thinking that I need to go to a rape crisis outlet of somesort but Im not sure where to turn. My family doesnt know about this (with the exception of my sister) and Id rather they dont for now. I know alot of people who go thru this wouldnt be "blogging" about it. I cant help that. The few that Ive confided in dont know what to say to me and Id rather just not bring it up to them. Im going to go now. I love you all. I dont know what else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-113109574747963188?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/113109574747963188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=113109574747963188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113109574747963188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/113109574747963188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/11/times-like-these.html' title='Times Like These'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112979694077585882</id><published>2005-10-20T03:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:29:00.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update On Me</title><content type='html'>Well....all those pesky tests I took last week are all good...Im fine people Im fine.  Yippee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 5 days suspension from work for reasons Id rather not get into here but now I have next Mon-Thurs off and then Sat-Mon (S&amp;S are my days off, Mon is my sus day) and then Thursday and Friday (Thursday being a suspension day)  So I suspect that I'll be doing a lot of cleaning and reading and a whole bunch of nothing else.  :-(  blah!  I like the days off...but not the lack of cash.  Maybe I'll turn over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Orient tonight and Keri and I made a SHIT load of jell-o shots.  Strawberry (with strawberry vodka)  Cherry (with vanilla vodka) raspberry, blueberry, orange, lemon and lime.  Lots and lots...thank God they're 2 for $1 seeing as I have no $$ I'll need to drink cheap ;-)  just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and I went to court today.  She's getting 30 days in jail and 60 house arrest which I told her is better than all 90 in jail.  We actually sat there and laughed about alot of things because like she said "Im already in trouble, no sense being bitchy about it"  which pissed other people there off that did the same thing she did but oh well (the laughing and stuff....people are so grumpy) This one dude looked at us and was like "what the fuck"    oh well, we made the best of it I spose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Im off to bed, it's late and I need my beauty sleep.  Nighty Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112979694077585882?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112979694077585882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112979694077585882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112979694077585882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112979694077585882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/10/update-on-me.html' title='Update On Me'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112945108323984460</id><published>2005-10-16T03:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:24:43.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>It's almost 4:30am and Im sitting here staring out the window at the coolest thing.  I dont know how many of you actually looked at the sky tonight but it's breath taking!  The clouds are moving at a rapid speed over the moon...it truly is a "Halloween Sky"  and it's so cool outside and just......wonderful.  No wonder I love this time of year :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112945108323984460?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112945108323984460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112945108323984460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112945108323984460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112945108323984460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/10/beautiful_16.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112931145284733201</id><published>2005-10-14T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:37:32.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hum</title><content type='html'>Well of COURSE I didnt get an extra day off this week....why would I?  I mean Im next in line so why would they do something I wanted them to do? haha..ok Im done with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got carded at Sheetz today....on one hand Im flattered....hello!  Im 28 years old.  On the other hand, I left my ID at home so I went to Martinos to get them.  I just need to start bringing my ID around with me.  Damn Sheetz Trainees!  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a new thingy on my main page here.  jibjab has a lot of funny videos and if your computer will let you (you know who you are) check them out.  Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from work last night and was asleep by 12:30am.  And I woke at noon today.  Work just kicked the shit outta me last night.  And our new Director of Nursing resigned yesterday.  "Im just very unhappy here at Jefferson Manor"  join the club!  sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I just say I dont like much TV but Im hooked on SuperNanny...and tonight looks really good.  quote from the kid "I didnt pinch her, I HIT her" woohoo I hate brats...thank God I dont work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Elise is going to be home shortly so Im going to lounge in the living room and read my People magazine and drink my code red and put the dogs outside....it's the only way I can get peace in this house!  If I didnt put the dogs out they'd both be sitting on my lap and just NOT letting me read :-)  Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112931145284733201?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112931145284733201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112931145284733201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112931145284733201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112931145284733201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-hum.html' title='Oh hum'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112901167087461237</id><published>2005-10-11T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:21:10.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>A great big THANK YOU to the lovely Alex for getting my links up on my blogs! Which means I dont have to keep typing them into my blogs, now you can just go right to the side and click! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest blog is My Rememberies, which is where I reminisce about things and people in my way past and not so way past....so I hope whoever reads these enjoys them and if you dont, then dont read them :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112901167087461237?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112901167087461237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112901167087461237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112901167087461237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112901167087461237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112890943693405446</id><published>2005-10-10T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:57:16.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foozer/Wee Fighters----10/09/05</title><content type='html'>Oh my GAWD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Shit!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll stop :-)   So lemme start at the...beginning.  We left Brockway at 1 or so and the trip was pretty much uneventful except for the fact my cousin drives like a fucking maniac and scared the shit out of my sister and I.  We get to the hotel about 4 which was check in time.  Now, my dad has a bunch of free room vouchers from traveling with the USWA on his credit card so he let us use one so we didnt have to pay for a hotel.......by the way we werent even a block from the concert hall..it was like walking from my house to not even Martinos and when we drove past I got teary eyed hahaha.....ok so I go in to register and the lady needed the credit card that the room was put on...they told dad we didnt need ANYTHING but my drivers liscense....fuckers...so there I am with $50 to my name, that was FF t-shirt $$ by the way.....and since we didnt have a credit card we had to put down a deposit.......$50.  GROWL.....so I forked it over and Steve said he'd give me $ if I wanted a shirt.  So I was down right bummed and drug my feet for awhile.  Elise and Steve (from now on I will call Steve TT) went on a beer run and came back with my very own 12 pack of bud light and then they ordered pizza....thank God Pizza Hut has that $.25 pizza deal haha...so we ate and TT and I got ready and left for the concert at 7:15pm......told you we werent that far!  We got our seats right as the KAISER CHIEFS were starting and boy howdy am I happy we didnt skip the opening act.  These boys from Britian had ENERGY....and I LIKED it!  They were everywhere, even in the audience!  So then we had a small break where I chatted up some 14 year olds sitting next to me.  One was a hardcore Weezer fan and the other hardcore Foo.  So then Weezer comes out and Ive always liked Weezer but just wasnt sure what sort of show they'd put on.  I mean, they're so meek in all their videos......they were awesome!  They played some new shit and a shitload of old favorites like Buddy Holly and The Sweater Song (of course) a lot of others, most I knew and some I was oblivious to but boy was it a good time.  By far the best was when Rivers Cuomo came out to a stage RIGHT in front of TT and I sang Island In The Sun, acoustic....just him and his guitar, it was so cool!   And then.....Ladies and Gentlemen...........after another brief intermission....my boyfriend Dave Grohl and rest of the Foo Fighters came onstage and were just.......AMAZING.  I cant really describe it.  I have NEVER been to a concert where I was able to sing to EVERY SINGLE SONG they sung!  It also helps Ive been a fan since the beginning :-D  I was on cloud......900!!  Just...wow.  Thats it.  All I can say.  Wow.  WOW.  WoW.  wOw.  damn :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some links for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kaiserchiefs.co.uk/"&gt;Kaiser Chiefs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weezer.com/"&gt;Weezer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.foofighters.com"&gt;Foo Fighters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112890943693405446?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112890943693405446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112890943693405446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112890943693405446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112890943693405446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/10/foozerwee-fighters-100905.html' title='Foozer/Wee Fighters----10/09/05'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112891092310504073</id><published>2005-10-09T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:22:03.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/1600/Picture005[1]%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/320/Picture005%5B1%5D%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie....so TT gave me his old phone which is really only 9 months old...and it's a camera phone...so I had to put this...my first self portait...one of many.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112891092310504073?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112891092310504073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112891092310504073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112891092310504073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112891092310504073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-had-to.html' title='I had to.....'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112875611233078955</id><published>2005-10-08T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T02:21:52.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because  Alex did it hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/1600/1073225657_turesearth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/320/1073225657_turesearth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an earth Dragon! You have a knack for Nature or animals, and are peaceful, careful, chariming, and optimistic. You can throw a tantrum now or then, but who doesnt? You value simple things in life, such as friends, familly, and Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;you gotta check this out too.....&lt;a href="http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;    It's great fun hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo TOMORROW!!!!  yeehaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112875611233078955?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112875611233078955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112875611233078955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112875611233078955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112875611233078955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-because-alex-did-it-hehehe.html' title='Just because  Alex did it hehehe'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112862159746876287</id><published>2005-10-06T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:59:57.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>So I got sent home from work last night at 8:30.  No worries, I didnt get fired we just had an extra carenurse and I was next on the list to go home.  So it was a nice little treat.  Elise and I laid in mom and dads room and watched the Red Sox get beat by the White Sox.....If the Red Sox fuck this up Im going to be one MISERABLE woman because Elise will be a BITCH to live with.  She fascinates me with her vast knowledge of Red Sox trivia.  Someday she'll make it to a game....I kinda want to be with her but............then again maybe not! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should check out &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; it just amazes me the people you find on here.  My myspace is &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jooleeayne"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; nothing too exciting on it but I actually am able to keep in contact now with people I havent seen in YEARS so it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pics are up &lt;a href="http://prideofcucamonga.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to work....blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112862159746876287?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112862159746876287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112862159746876287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112862159746876287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112862159746876287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/10/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112849958426688284</id><published>2005-10-05T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T03:06:24.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>Im just kinda drunk right now with like 3 days left to see FF :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise and I are getting mom....YES....MY mom..........a tatoo for Christmas....she figures that after almost 30 years with dad she is entitled to a tat.....she wants 2 wedding bands interlocking with her and dads name and their anni date....seriously I hope I can think the same......but anywho Elise and I want to get it for her and then one for us too.  I want a dead bear with E's initials underneath....but I dunno...I have loved the dead for...a few years now I wont lie.....now...my OTHER tat I would LOVE is the FF on my leg....for Foo Fighters and Im not gonna lie here either.....but Ive loved the FF for YEARS...before they became "hot"...I do want a tat...but my whole thing is I dont want something Im not going to still love in 20 years...and GD and FF are the only 2......opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANNON!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112849958426688284?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112849958426688284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112849958426688284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112849958426688284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112849958426688284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/10/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112840733068357704</id><published>2005-10-04T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:28:50.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Time Of The Year!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh....October.  This time of year brings back some great memories.  2 years ago a bunch of us decided to check out some cemeteries.  So Gilbert and Mouse decide to take all of us to "Bundy Settlement" which isnt that far away.  Id never been there before and was excited that there was a REALLY spooky place so close to home.  So 3 cars caravaned up the mountain to this super old cemetery where the graves are sunken and the stones are as old as the hills.  We trudged thru the woods surrounding, creeping everyone out.  I have to admit nothing out of the ordinary happened but it was just such a nice experience and we were all totally creeped out :-)  Im kind of hoping to go back up this October sometime and maybe to some other places....any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my fun links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paranormal.about.com"&gt;http://paranormal.about.com&lt;/a&gt;  Anything and everything on paranormal phenomenon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crimelibrary.com/"&gt;http://www.crimelibrary.com/&lt;/a&gt;  I spend quite a bit of time on here reading up on my killers and sociopaths and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/sabotage/pumpkin_carve.asp"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is nifty....learn the RIGHT way to carving a pumpkin :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI--Im leaving THIS Saturday at NOON for Cleveland......YAHOO!!!  FooFighters and Weezer here I come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.  Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112840733068357704?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112840733068357704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112840733068357704&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112840733068357704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112840733068357704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-this-time-of-year.html' title='I Love This Time Of The Year!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112805841049399476</id><published>2005-09-30T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:33:30.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Cross</title><content type='html'>OK so I have this sick obsession with Alex Cross.  Who is he  you ask?  He's 42 years old....has 3 kids.....tall, dark skin.....incredibly incredible.  But he doesnt exsist :-(  Dont laugh at me...stop it!  So he's this character that my FAVORITE author imagined in his head.  I mean....ok you KNOW Im not crazy (or maybe I am) but I feel.....so CONNECTED this man.  There are 11 books in the Alex Cross series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Along Came a Spider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Kiss the Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Jack &amp; Jill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Cat &amp;amp; Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Pop Goes the Weasel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. Roses are Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. Violets are Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. Four Blind Mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. The Big Bad Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. London Bridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11. Mary, Mary (11/14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive read the first 4...just finished #4 like...20 minutes ago.  #1 and 2 are movies starring Morgan Freeman...maybe thats why I love Alex Cross...hmmm...anywho if you need something good to read you should totally go to your local library and check out the Alex Cross series and all of James Pattersons other books.  You can also read the first 10 chapters (each chapter is like a page or two long) on his &lt;a href="http://www.twbookmark.com/features/jamespatterson/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112805841049399476?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112805841049399476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112805841049399476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112805841049399476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112805841049399476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/alex-cross.html' title='Alex Cross'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112801683872034813</id><published>2005-09-29T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:00:38.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/1600/joostoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/320/joostoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Emailed Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going to get yahoo messenger so we can chat more AND he's spending Christmas with his Brockway family....woohoo yahoo yip yip yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anywho, Im gonna go for the time being *lol* and in celebration of hearing from Stoofuck again.......here's a lil picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112801683872034813?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112801683872034813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112801683872034813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112801683872034813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112801683872034813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/stuart-emailed-me-hes-going-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112788790062551713</id><published>2005-09-28T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T01:11:40.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Gonna Cry</title><content type='html'>So there's this friend of mine....we'll say his name is...oh I dunno....Stuart Martyn.  I havent talked to the sonofabitch since....July perhaps....maybe even June.  I cant find him.  I've looked and looked (even under my bed!) and I cant find him...If anyone knows how I can find someone who lives in Nottingham England please let me know....anything!  I assume he still lives there....I assume a lot of things tho and it bites me in the ass.  Im sad....I miss him.....and I gave him the link to this blog but I dont think he looks here but Stoofuck if you DO dammit get in touch with me :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112788790062551713?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112788790062551713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112788790062551713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112788790062551713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112788790062551713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-gonna-cry.html' title='Im Gonna Cry'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112784292801370959</id><published>2005-09-27T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T12:42:08.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leggo My Eggo!</title><content type='html'>Gaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!  I have 8 more hours of work and then 2 days off!!!  I had THE BEST sleep I have EVER had last night......I slept 10 hours (I never do that anymore) on my back (usually always on my side) and I NEVER moved ONCE...and Im very rested...it feels so nice.  Must be because I knew I had 1 day left til my days off hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so seriously.....new pics on the &lt;a href="http://prideofcucamonga.blogspot.com/"&gt;pic page &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to report.  Michael was home Thursday and Friday.  We had a nice visit Thursday night and would have had an even BETTER Friday but he got called into work so back to Chambersburg we went :-(  oh well, it's probably best that that was the way the cookie crumbled haha...what a dork I am.  I gotta go take my books to the library and pick up a couple more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112784292801370959?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112784292801370959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112784292801370959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112784292801370959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112784292801370959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/leggo-my-eggo.html' title='Leggo My Eggo!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112749210902613961</id><published>2005-09-23T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:15:09.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arson</title><content type='html'>2 houses in less than a week burnt to the ground within a mile of each other.  Both were abandoned homes but you know what?  They were at one time peoples homes.  I talked to the grand daughter of the owner of last nights house.  Her Grandad died in June and they used the house for storage.  Meaning...Her family had a lot of their own possessions in the house.....And alot of her grandad's stuff was still there too.  Mementos.......gone.  And why?  Is it just a freaky coincidence that this happened?  Or is some sick twisted ass running around setting fires to buildings?  Should the neighbors of the Galusha Road area be scared that just maybe THEIR house, barn, garage could be next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assholes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112749210902613961?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112749210902613961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112749210902613961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112749210902613961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112749210902613961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/arson.html' title='Arson'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112723843531009089</id><published>2005-09-20T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:47:15.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>Well.....lets see.   Friday night Scott called me on my brake and bitched up a storm about John.  John came home Fri and wanted to go RIGHT to the river and set up camp in the DARK which pissed Scott off hahaha....they fight like a married couple.  Anywho, we talked John into coming to MY camp Friday night and then heading to the river Sat.  So Sat morning Keri and Jake show up and she and John went to the store and brought back fixins for breakfast....ate.....everyone left.....Elise and I went down to John and Welshers camp site....didnt stay long.  John is a miserable prick sometimes and he just feels the need to bring EVERYONE else down and that really pisses me off!  Elise and I ended up going back to our camp and staying there til 4pm Sun afternoon.  Lemme tell you it was NICE to not do ANYTHING but sit if I wanted to.  I did make some cookies and stuff but it was because -I- wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home Sun night and Mike called me.  We did a lot of bitching about his brother (John) and then he said he was going to be in town Thursday and he wanted to go for drinks after I got off work and maybe  we could get together Fri as well since I dont work.  CoNfUsIoN.  All because he left me like a sack of potatos and I cant get over him.  How long will it take to get over him?  Im never going to get over him if he keeps doing what he's doing.  What do you do when the man youre hung up on tells you "Juli I love you and if I could take you away with me right now and marry you I would"  What the Fuck?  Yeah, that's what I get....I get to that point where I think Im going to be OK......and then he comes for a visit and gives me lines like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard :-&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to work.    TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112723843531009089?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112723843531009089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112723843531009089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112723843531009089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112723843531009089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/camping-trip.html' title='The Camping Trip'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112688628239763681</id><published>2005-09-16T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:58:02.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin Campin!!!</title><content type='html'>Im a goin campin this weekend.  Im packing my car up, going to work, and then heading right for the camp where Elise and Puddles will be waiting for me.  If you're wondering who Puddles is, that's Johns dog.  My dear friend John had jury duty on Monday and yippee!  He got picked so he hasnt been home since Sunday night and poor lil Puddles is ALLLLL alone in that house except for when Welshie, my sister or I come let her out and give her cuddles.  So yeah, I wont be around at all this weekend so dont miss me too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112688628239763681?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112688628239763681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112688628239763681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112688628239763681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112688628239763681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/goin-campin.html' title='Goin Campin!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112621829571595081</id><published>2005-09-08T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:24:55.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Change</title><content type='html'>I feel disgusted with myself.  I smoke, I drink, Im fat.  There.  I said it!  There's only ONE person who I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reads my blog regularly but there may be others but it doesnt matter.  I wanted to get this out in the open as open as Im comfortable at the moment.  The #1 thing in my  life that bothers me is that I am fat.  Ive been overweight my WHOLE life and it's really "weighed" me down haha.  I hate people who bitch about how FAT they are....and yes, Im going to concede to the fact that perhaps they have 10 lbs they need to lose...even 20.  I have...ideally.....100 lbs I want to lose.  God it looks like such a big number!  But then again the number I weigh right now isnt all that great either so maybe it's a small number.  Im going to do this in small doses.....goals.  10-20-30lbs at a time.  So now I need to do a lil research online and make up a list of meals and such for the next couple weeks.  Wish me luck, and I'll keep you updated.  I need all the support I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112621829571595081?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112621829571595081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112621829571595081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112621829571595081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112621829571595081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-change.html' title='Life Change'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112569286142941805</id><published>2005-09-02T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:27:41.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Touch.....The Feel......</title><content type='html'>OK so Ive decided Im going to keep complaining and still know that my heart goes out to those in NOLA and other places.  In fact, Paris in DuBois is collecting stuff to ship down like water formula diapers and whatnot so Im going to DuBois tonight and purchasing butt loads of water to send South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted new pics on my pic page &lt;a href="http://prideofcucamonga.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://prideofcucamonga.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;    feel free to look and comment.  Im getting new pics tonight so there will be even more.  Once I play around more I'll have an even neater pic page...yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo........yeah.....Weezer and FF......wowzer dowzer...unfuckingreal.  I have nothing else to say right now..........I wish I did but I dont.  TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112569286142941805?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112569286142941805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112569286142941805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112569286142941805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112569286142941805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/touchthe-feel.html' title='The Touch.....The Feel......'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112563931677253088</id><published>2005-09-02T03:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:35:16.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BTW</title><content type='html'>I do have some good news while Im thinking about it.  Im going to see Foo Fighters and Weezers on Oct 8, 2005 in Cleveland.  I believe I'll be sitting in Row 10.....close...not close enough to have Dave Grohl see me and realise that he loves me....or even Rivers Cuomo.......but I spose I could go buy sleazy thongs and wing them on stage with my cell # attached..............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112563931677253088?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112563931677253088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112563931677253088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112563931677253088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112563931677253088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/btw.html' title='BTW'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112563914699730674</id><published>2005-09-02T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:32:27.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just dont know anymore</title><content type='html'>So much going on in this world...in this COUNTRY....do I really have any reason whatsoever to bitch about things in my life?  All I do is sit here and cry and look at pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.msn.com"&gt;www.msn.com&lt;/a&gt; and I cant stop!  When I look at these pictures they just dont seem.....not real....just......I guess I just think of them as being in another country if that makes sense?  I dont LIKE to think that the LAND I LOVE is suffering as it is.   Im at a lose at the moment.  Unlike Alex it's been 1 year and 2 months since I started smoking regularly so I think Im going to have a smoke.  And maybe one for her too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112563914699730674?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112563914699730674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112563914699730674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112563914699730674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112563914699730674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-dont-know-anymore.html' title='I just dont know anymore'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112498891391678743</id><published>2005-08-25T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:55:13.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Id Like To Do In This Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go back to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sky dive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel to England, Scotland, Ireland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive my car thru a plate glass window&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel the USA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go back to Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend 2 nights out in the woods alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lose weight (of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim with the dolphins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play chicken with a train&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This will be added to whenever I think of things I wanna do :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112498891391678743?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112498891391678743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112498891391678743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112498891391678743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112498891391678743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-id-like-to-do-in-this-lifetime.html' title='Things Id Like To Do In This Lifetime'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112495798517952051</id><published>2005-08-25T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T03:19:45.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So I saw grease monkey from last night *lol*  I was incredibly rude to him (considering I CANT be rude to people thats bad!)  and I had a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ive been corrosponding with this dude that I met on myspace.com  Im in love hahaha....not really but boy I think I could.....dude and I are like 2 peas in a freakin pod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex I love that YOU update frequently too!  And we need to get together soon and talk.  I mean.....like take 8 hours out of our day (or a few days) and talk....because you know we both like to talk :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said...and I have SO much more to say but Im so tired....Im going night night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;juli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112495798517952051?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112495798517952051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112495798517952051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112495798517952051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112495798517952051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112486748046905558</id><published>2005-08-24T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T02:11:20.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing</title><content type='html'>Im not using names or anything but I have 2 much older friends that both crossed the line tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Im fucking hot *lol*  OK if you really know me you know Im kidding but whatever.  They both were ALL over me tonight.  The one...has been my DADS good friend for years....the other just freaked me the fuck out.......hands UP my shirt (and if you know me...I DO NOT like my fat rolls showing) TRYING to undo my bra......it kinda scared me.  More so because these 2 didnt think it was wrong....they laughed which made it kinda worse you know?  I mean....Keri even told me I should have jacked him afterwards (she was in the bathroom or she would have put a stop to it).    I mean really people.  I was SLIGHTLY intoxicated and I have big boobs....does that REALLY make it ok for me to be molested?  I could go on but Im so confused and hurt and creeped out that Im going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112486748046905558?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112486748046905558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112486748046905558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112486748046905558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112486748046905558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/08/disturbing.html' title='Disturbing'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112478520505736563</id><published>2005-08-23T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T03:20:05.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh this is gross....I came home tonight and I was SO hungry....like, I hadnt eaten ALL day hungry.....so I got one of those cup o noodles things that you get at the $ store....and I ate 5 bites or so.....and found a worm.  Swear to the Almighty there it was....dont know if it was alive prior to my adding HOT water to the noodles but SICK!  IM not really sure but I think my mom only bought them like not even a  month ago so if ANYONE goes and buys those things PLEASE check them out....unless you like worms and then by all means happy hearty eatin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112478520505736563?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112478520505736563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112478520505736563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112478520505736563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112478520505736563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/08/fyi.html' title='FYI!!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112469112906183024</id><published>2005-08-22T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:12:09.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pics!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://prideofcucamonga.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://prideofcucamonga.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have a picture page now too hahaha......Im just jumping on all sorts of wagons arent I?  I just need a digital camera now :(   I'll have to look around for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil ex was home this weekend.  Thats all Im saying.  He just evokes feelings of hatred and lust mixed together and I dont like that....grrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112469112906183024?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112469112906183024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112469112906183024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112469112906183024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112469112906183024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/08/pics.html' title='pics!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112443256638066417</id><published>2005-08-19T04:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T01:22:46.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats-A-Happenin?</title><content type='html'>Welp...just finished Alex's newest additions to her blog and I must say Im frickin jealous.  I wanna go to salem!!  dammit hahaha...anywho....I do have to tell you Alex, (and anyone else who's reading this) a more accurate truth is out there about the "ex roomie" and HIS "ex roomie"  she was charging him over half of the rent PLUS more than half the bills PLUS the fact that he had ZILCH privacy because she never told her son that it wasnt OK to traipse thru his room.  Here what happened was this one month he gave her the money for the tv or electric or whatever and didnt think anything of it until it was turned off!!!  So he calls up whatever company it was and they're like "We havent been getting your money" So he gets wise to her jive and starts sending in his half of the bills and whatever and she got wise to HIS jive and they had it out and he basically said "you screwed me over and I'd like it if you left" (because without his $$ she couldnt live there anyway)  So she moved....and moved....and I think she NOW moved to Clearfield....or North Carolina....or California (I know there was a C in there somewheres)  I heard this from him and also pretty much the same thing from her.  But hey, I dont talk to her or anyone else really anymore so I will no longer have any gossip.  At least for a lil while :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought that was a fun lil story to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the shittiest 2 days off EVER!  Seriously Im SO fucking tired of trying to help people out and putting my all out there and getting STOMPED on.  Im going to become a hermit...seriously.  On my next 2 days off (in 3 weeks)  Im taking my dogs and Im going to camp for 2 days and NO ONE is going to give me shit because NO ONE can find me.  Just me my dogs and my books.  Yup....and the bears....that damned coyote that Gilbert saw last year.....and turkeys.....and rabid deer.....yup....Im gonna go....juuuuuust watch me.  OK so maybe I'll bring my sister....but she's not allowed to talk to me when Im reading or otherwise deep in thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is cry anymore and the people that I talk to about it?  Yeah well...I think -I- have it bad.....NOTHING compares to what THEY'RE going thru.....yeah you know what?  Im NOT going to jail and you know why?  WHY?!  Because Im not stupid and drive when Im 12 sheets to the wind.  Thats why I have a sister.  Im not "Oh hi, I just found out that I might possibly be going to jail for 90 days but let me get plastered and get pissed at my friend and boyfriend and then say Im NOT drunk and rant and rave and then pass out in my car" girl.  Oh...Im sorry....when Im sober I ALWAYS go out to my car and pass out....fuck driving home when Im sober....I'll just sit here in my car and let every Tom Dick and Harry see me.  Yeah that's it...get all over MY shit because Im trying to prevent you from going to jail for YEARS.  Screw that bitch, and screw you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous paragraph was what I would say to a certain someone that Im/am not friends with after we fought last night :-D   Damn that felt good.  Thankyou all for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go run the vaccuum and go to bed.  My little black brother is leaving for NYC tomorrow and I wont see him again for another 10 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112443256638066417?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112443256638066417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112443256638066417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112443256638066417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112443256638066417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/08/whats-happenin.html' title='Whats-A-Happenin?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112425683793808929</id><published>2005-08-17T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:33:57.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Do....what To do......</title><content type='html'>So Im bored....it's 1:05am on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning......I gotta take the garbage out...holy shit soon too.  Be right back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:25am......way to kill 20 min hahaha..........oh hum....so I had my family reunion this weekend.  It actually wasnt that bad.  In FACT Keri came down Friday night and didnt have an awful time so she came BACK down Saturday night to pick me up!  My family would be a lot better if some of them werent such holy rollers but I guess thats what makes the world go round, eh?  Different Strokes For Different Folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you hate when you have so much to say but just no energy to type it all out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night......maybe I'll post more tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112425683793808929?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112425683793808929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112425683793808929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112425683793808929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112425683793808929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-to-dowhat-to-do.html' title='What to Do....what To do......'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112347908196212977</id><published>2005-08-09T05:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T02:34:09.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Idea</title><content type='html'>Im so tired and bored and I really do need to go to bed but I just cant. I slept for like....2 hours....and I awoke. I MUST say tho that I dipped into my little used pile of hydros so that could be why Im so tired :-P I foot/ankle is KILLING me tho :-( I really need to go to the doctor. I dont know tho, we have a new health ins provider at work now and from what people are saying it's NOT all that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news on Mike and Johns dad. No news is good news eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really hoping that "state" will come into work this week. Im not doing all that "save the manors ass by lying" shit that they WANT us to do. Screw that crap! If they shut us down Im sure I can find MORE work SOMEWHERE.....everyone is looking for a good ass wiper, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im going to have to go to the library tomorrow and check my hotmail account because I think it's probably close to expiring if I dont and I have ALOT of addresses that I need to retrieve. F-in Alltel is having "technical difficulties" with some websites and Im getting pissed because I SOOO love checking my email and reading it and stuff :-( if anyone needs to get in touch with me for now my temp address is &lt;a href="mailto:gratefuldead1977@yahoo.com"&gt;gratefuldead1977@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; blaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6661/1174/320/matt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this pic uploads it's a picture of my Dogniece Camille. She's coming to visit me on August 23 for a week with her daddy (and my just-like-a-brother best friend)Matthew T. If it doesnt upload I'll get honked off and do it again some other time.  Nope nevermind there she is :-D  Isnt she cute for a little dog?  She gets bitchy when Matt and I are on the phone too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm...what else?  I have a few cameras that I need to take to WalMart and get done up because I need new pics and stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's all....it's late and I need to get rested for tomorrows chores and crap.  My Tennesee family is coming up on Thursday for the weekend because our SUPER Work family reunion is this weekend.  Im glad they're all coming but.....I dont really KNOW them...you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well...I"m outta here for tonight/today whatever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;buhbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/13391230-112347908196212977?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112347908196212977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112347908196212977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112347908196212977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112347908196212977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-idea.html' title='No Idea'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112347587542345841</id><published>2005-08-07T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:51:28.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings and Such</title><content type='html'>So my weekend was OK. I went with the family to have our family portrait done Sat. Yeah they turned out real nice until I noticed that all that "OK Julianne, lean forward, turn your head to the left, now look at me" from the photographer had made me look a bit.....er.....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;retarded&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which of course everyone says Im being silly about and maybe I am but....I dont think so. Then from there we went to my cousins wedding. It was very nice.....LONG....but nice. I mean...holy crap! haha......Catholic weddings are so long. Anywho....the Orient Club picnic was Saturday and I got pretty drunk and then stayed at Johns house...which is funny because HE stayed at Welshy's house but whatever. I saw Mike when I woke up. Id love to take the butterflies that magically appear in my stomach when I see him and RIP their wings off. That'd be so nice. Im not even a mean person. Well they got a call today saying their dad (Mike and Johns) was shipped to Pittsburgh this morning. He's in kidney failure and it doesnt look good. It's weird...I mean...they kept up the usual brotherly banter and stuff for me and acting like "oh well" and I know that they arent close to their dad but I could tell they werent happy and I wanted to knock their heads together!! But I didnt :-) Anywho, Im going to go do something constructive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112347587542345841?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112347587542345841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112347587542345841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112347587542345841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112347587542345841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/08/ramblings-and-such.html' title='Ramblings and Such'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112331280213624347</id><published>2005-08-06T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T02:20:02.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men!</title><content type='html'>Ok so MR M and I havent been "together" since like...November....but we "officially" broke it all off in Feb.......so he calls me....5 TIMES yesterday....wanting to get together and shit Sat and Im like "I have this and this and this to do but call me and we can get together in the late afternoon" (because I still love him and always will)  and he asks me about this friend of ours and I told him I hadnt talked to him over a month.  OK......so we're getting together tomorrow.  OR SO I WOULD THINK!!!  I go out for a beer tonight and another friend is asking MR M if he's going camping tomorrow.  MR M his bro will be there....he said so because he and my friend is going and TALKED to MR M and he said he'd go.  So MR M is a no good liar anyway so is he lying to me or the friends of ours?!  Im drunk and pissed and thats all I have to say right now dammit!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta la bye bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112331280213624347?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112331280213624347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112331280213624347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112331280213624347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112331280213624347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/08/men.html' title='Men!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112192811766791795</id><published>2005-07-21T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T01:41:57.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I was perusing my friends message board tonight when someone posted this site &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;postsecret&lt;/a&gt;  I cant even describe it but I know a few friends of mine here will like it.  It just....struck something with me and makes me want to do the same but I wont.  At least not right at this moment.  Just...read....and be moved by the secrets people felt compelled to share.  Some are funny, some sad, some disturbing....but they're all.....remarkable...I guess is the word Im thinking of.  Thats really all for tonight.    Nite nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112192811766791795?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112192811766791795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112192811766791795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112192811766791795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112192811766791795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112188187799711883</id><published>2005-07-20T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:51:18.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Dont Know</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say that I havent ever in my life been more depressed than I have been the last few weeks.  Work has gotten to me, family, friends, myself......it just doesnt matter!  Ive managed to ignore a lot of people that I love thus making them think Im sure that I hate them which I dont.  I just feel so worthless at the moment and I know that Im NOT worthless  but that's just how I feel.  Work is SUCH a drag.  I havent come home feeling anything but tired in FOREVER.  I need a vacation but I dont really have the days to TAKE one.  I should just go to the doc and have them write me off for a week or 4.  I dont laugh anymore.  My cell phone is set to silent so I cant hear it ring....I probably have close to a full message in box on my phone from people calling and leaving messages.  I dont know.........all I know is that I slept almost 12 hours today and I have to go to work and I STILL could sleep another 18 hours.  Too bad it's too late to call off :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go now.   Isnt everyone SO happy Im back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112188187799711883?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112188187799711883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112188187799711883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112188187799711883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112188187799711883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-dont-know.html' title='I Just Dont Know'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112175231936798573</id><published>2005-07-19T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:51:59.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im baaaaack</title><content type='html'>Too tired to post anything at the moment but the DSL is hooked up and all that crap so I'll be back to writing sooooon!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112175231936798573?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112175231936798573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112175231936798573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112175231936798573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112175231936798573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-baaaaack.html' title='Im baaaaack'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-112019871354795275</id><published>2005-07-01T04:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:18:33.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Be Warned!</title><content type='html'>The flu is going around people....a nasty....cruddy....crummy flu that SUCKS the LIFE out of you for weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so Ive only been "ill" for 36 hours but it feels like forever!  See I woke up Wednesday morning and threw up...nothing big....Id been drinking a little the night before and I was hacking so I just thought you know...I hit the gag reflex or whatever and WHOOMP there it was.  So I felt fine then...and then I went to work and it all went down hill and I left at like 6:30 for home with a temp of 101.2 and that was orally it wasnt even rectal.  So thank GOD I made it home and then I laid in my bed until 9am today and I could barely move and I had the sweats and the chills and I couldnt keep the ginger ale my mom bought me down and it was just crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's 2:15am and Im feeling not QUITE up to par but I can keep a lil bit of food down and Im not throwing up anymore so YAY!  WOOHOO!!!  Im better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time to have my regular day off tomorrow and do my laundry and all that crap....you know...gotta get the bedroom clean and stuff just in case...well....you never know.....I might get lucky on July 4th.......yeah right :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-112019871354795275?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/112019871354795275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=112019871354795275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112019871354795275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/112019871354795275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/07/ye-be-warned.html' title='Ye Be Warned!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111993514335050256</id><published>2005-06-28T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T00:13:18.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One of Dem Days!</title><content type='html'>So I had an INCREDIBLY bad night at work tonight.  There's this one resident.....I dont hate people...but she's real close to being the first.  Now before you all deem me a monster because she's old and frail and whatever STOP!  She's a 49 year old schizophrenic who doesnt even BELONG in a nursing home she BELONGS in a NUT WARD!!!!  Im not going to get into it too much for fear I may cry again but thats what Im reduced to when I see her or am near her or anything...I come home and I cry.  So I come home tonight and I just needed to vent a little to someone who knows nothing about anything having to do with a nursing home.  A friendly ear if you will.  Well Keri called me and I vented a little to her but I didnt want to vent to her.  See, my dad bitches because I never talk to him...never tell him whats wrong with my life...whats new...whatever.  So silly me I tried that tonight.  And I got this line of "I dont know what you're talking about you need to talk to your union you need to transfer off that unit if you cant take this line of work then find another line of work" bullshit.  He basically yelled at me and shit on me and whatever when all I wanted was to vent.  I mean I thought....Ive listened to him come home and bitch for HOW many years about his job and not knowing a flip about what he's talking about but did -I- bitch at HIM?!  Nope...I didnt.  It's taken me 1.5 hours to write this so Im going for now.  I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L8R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111993514335050256?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111993514335050256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111993514335050256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111993514335050256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111993514335050256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-one-of-dem-days.html' title='Just One of Dem Days!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111985647916531350</id><published>2005-06-27T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T02:14:39.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Over And Over And Over</title><content type='html'>Not sure what the title really MEANS but it was the first thing to come to my mind.  So the weekend was alright.  Friday night I met John, his sister, and brother-in-law for drinks at the Orient and SOMEHOW John and I got plowed and his sister took us to his house where I passed out in his sons bed and never woke again til 1 Sat afternoon.  I wouldnt have woken then but the bed I was in was a twin and Im used to sleeping in my queen so I rolled right off and Johns bulldog promptly jumped off his bed and ran across the hall to me and bathed me in slobber.  Ew yuck.  So then I went home and then next door to the grad party......I remember that boy when he was an ANNOYING 2 year old......now he's annoying at 18! haha....no I love the kid, he's super. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and JoAnne and Ron and Scott and I went out to Who Cares? Sat night to see the band Serious Jones.  I think they're out of like Grampian or something.  I hate live bands...I dont know why I just do but Ron wanted to check them out so we went out.  And had fun.  There were like......18 people there.....and I knew all but 3.  I felt bad for the band because you could tell they were bummed but they were actually pretty good and I even danced which NEVER happens and I got drunk on long island iced teas.  Then I stayed at Keris apt that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are fucking spiders on my back porch and Im tempted to not let the dogs out because my luck those fuckers will fall on me or something and then the entire neighborhood will hear my blood curdling screams.  (I typed screws instead of screams hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I'll go lay down now.  I took a little nappy nap today after I watched St Elmos Fire and now I cant sleep.          dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111985647916531350?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111985647916531350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111985647916531350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111985647916531350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111985647916531350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-over-and-over-and-over.html' title='And Over And Over And Over'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111963094628573571</id><published>2005-06-24T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:35:46.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>Well 1 week from tomorrow my "little brother" will be here.  We're having a "weiner rosa" for him Sunday.  (I swear thats what he calls it, NOT a weiner roast...I weiner rosa)  Of course I have to work and of course it's mom's birthday AND of course Alex invited me to her brothers wedding and of COURSE I cant do ANY of this because I'll be sweating my ASS off at work.  Lovely day lovely day.  So anyway it's supposed to be SO freakin  hot this weekend.  I have off this weekend too so that makes me happy.  I have a graduation party to go to tomorrow and then on Sunday I have a wedding shower.  I'll probably go to the grad party only because it's right next door but the wedding shower is another thing.  I dont think so.  I got things to do!  Namely NOT sit in a stuffy reception hall all day and listen to 'oooohs' and 'aaahhhs' as my cousin opens every....single.....one.....of her presents.  Maybe if I were actually close to her Id go but Im not so I wont :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats really all I have to say....I dont have alot going on right now.  I do have to go take a shower now tho and make sure my work clothes are dry so thats what Im going to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111963094628573571?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111963094628573571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111963094628573571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111963094628573571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111963094628573571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/fresh-air.html' title='Fresh Air'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111954891174788241</id><published>2005-06-23T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T12:48:31.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings and whatnot</title><content type='html'>So Ive been checking out &lt;a href="http://www.godubois.com"&gt;www.godubois.com&lt;/a&gt; alot and reading the message boards.   There's alot of stuff on there about stuff going on at BPM.  Ive been waiting for the day that my dads name comes up and lo and behold there it was today when I checked it out.  Fuck people thats all I have to say.  My dad is on oxygen almost 24 hours a day and on disability.  And yet  he STILL gets up every day and makes his way to BPM and tries to get shit in order for the workers whether they deserve it or not.  Ungrateful bastard that wrote that on the message board I'll rip his nuts off if I ever find out who he was.  Of course he didnt leave a real name or email because he was a COWARD!!!!  Here's what "Joe" wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;JOE - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:HOWDY@EIEIO.COM"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt; - BROCKWAY - June 22 Wed 2005 00:05am&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who dont understand the current situation at Brockway Pressed Metals. This recently occurred at a union meeting. It was brought up about an employee buyout of the company and our upper officers stated that the union supports the Democratic party and we wouldn't want to see the current Republican senetor get a good "mark" on his record. Here we go now with the union playing politics with everyones life. A word to the wise for the people of Brockway come election time. If you vote for Floyd Work or Ken Inzana who representes this Democratic Union,and who are now running for bourgh concil you may very well find yourself in a similiar situation. (SPREAD THE WORD) And buy the way at least a company person has enough heart to be looking in to this, THANKS Annette.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Keri now lives across from the BP Inn in Brockport and we were chillin there last night and I went to bed and all of a sudden Im awakened by Eric and he's like crying and going on about Keri and the landlords pool and shit so I run outside and there's Keri and Shannon and Shannon is bitching and Keri is like.....COVERED in blood.  So Eric and Shannon left after we cleaned Keri off and she and I went to bed and then we woke up late this morning and her nose is all swollen and she's getting black eyes.  I wanted her to tell people I did it so people would fear me but I doubt she will :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez I dont wanna go to work today!  It's lovely outside and of course Im sitting here blogging away.  Daytime Soap Operas are so cheesy.  Full of sex.  hmm....Im so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so I spose I should go throw some scrubs on and go to work.  Holy Shit it's my sisters birthday today too.....Im so bad at remembering things like that!  Crap.....well Im going to the store to buy a card and THEN going to work anyway :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111954891174788241?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111954891174788241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111954891174788241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111954891174788241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111954891174788241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/ramblings-and-whatnot.html' title='ramblings and whatnot'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111911696566003540</id><published>2005-06-18T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T12:49:25.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>Please keep the families of Blaine Snedden and Megan Skalicky in your thoughts and prayers.  Blaine and Megan were killed in an ATV accident last night in Brockway leaving behind a 1 month old child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111911696566003540?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111911696566003540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111911696566003540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111911696566003540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111911696566003540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111877130781396090</id><published>2005-06-14T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T12:48:27.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Alien</title><content type='html'>I freakin love &lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com"&gt;angry alien&lt;/a&gt;!  30 second movies staring bunnies....it truly should be checked out and enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho......lets see....Friday night.  I went to get my hair cut.  You know, this pisses me off.  I went to JC Penneys because Ive always liked the way they cut my hair so why not pay the $18 to get it done the way I like it.  Right?  Yeah.  OK.  Sure thing.  So I get it cut and go to the register and the freakin blankity blank is all like "That'll be 30" and I said "huh?"  and she repeated it.  What the fuck did she put in my hair, gold mousse?  Keri got her brows done AND hair cut a month ago and paid $24.  Crazy.....I hate it.  Boy that pisses me off.  I mean....yeah ok so I got my hair chopped off 3 months ago...is that why?  Keri's is longer and they took less off?  I dont know....she gave me her card and I ripped it up.  Heh heh heh heh....bitch.  So then later on that night I got drunk, slept at Keri's and woke up cuddled up tight against John.....CrAzY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Saturday night I hit a deer.  Nipped her right in the ass....thank GOD there was no damage to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, it's time to go get ready for work.  I have 2 days off...woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111877130781396090?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111877130781396090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111877130781396090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111877130781396090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111877130781396090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/angry-alien_14.html' title='Angry Alien'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111833274025210532</id><published>2005-06-09T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:59:00.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yadda yadda yadda......</title><content type='html'>So....Im going to write a bit now because I dont know if I'll be on here again til Saturday or so.   Work is getting SO exhausting that I was actually in bed before like....1 am last night...I dunno, anytime before 4am really is early for me to go to bed.  I need a freaking vacation is what I need.  I have 3 or 4 days off first part of July so that should be ok.  Im washing my sheets at the moment so when I crawl into bed TONIGHT it will be HEAVEN ahhhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, tomorrow is Friday and I have off.  Im going to go get my hair cut because it's starting to 'fro out and it's just WAY too thick so I need it thinned out and crap.  My face is breaking out.  You know, I never ever EVER crave chocolate.  Until this month....all I want is chocolate *sob*  Even Hershey bars taste like Heaven to me...whats this world coming to?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Im rambling BIG time so Im just going to go into the kitchen and scrub out the fridge before work.  WOOHOO!!!!  YIPPEE!!!!!!!  YEEHAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111833274025210532?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111833274025210532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111833274025210532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111833274025210532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111833274025210532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/yadda-yadda-yadda.html' title='yadda yadda yadda......'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111821350372057203</id><published>2005-06-08T04:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:51:43.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can It GET Any Worse?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok.....so I wake up today to the phone ringing NON stop because of all this crap with Pressed Metals going under and even tho dad is on disability he's taken an active role in trying to get people calmed down....feathers unruffled if you will....but it looks like BPM will PROBABLY get shut down anyway which sucks for alot of people.  hmmm.....it's a downer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anywho, with all this construction on Rt 28 Ive been searching for quick and creative ways to get back and forth to work.  I thought for sure I'd found it buuuuuut.....nup...I didnt.  Im boogying down this dirt road and my car is doing this crazy thing but I didnt think anything about it because....well....I just didnt.  So I get out onto a backwoods main road (are you following?)  and my car is going "thunk ka thunk ka thunk" and Im like "shit"  so I pull over and lo and behold....I gotta flat.  What the f*ck?!  I just got 4 BRAND NEW TIRES put on my beastly car like 2 weeks ago...this was UNCALLED for.  So I call John and he didnt answer so I had to call dad which I knew he'd be pissed but who else could I call?  Im iliterate when it comes to my car so I called him and he said he and Elise would come find me because I wasnt completely sure where I was (come to find out I was being a dummy and didnt realise I was in Richardsville *duh*)  So Im standing there looking at this MOUNTAIN of pop cans in my car that my sister put in there...seriously like 12 bags FULL of them and this real nice dude pulls up and says he can help me out and he did....changed it and kept up a cheering conversation the whole time.  So he leaves and Im sitting in the car and dad comes and I take the truck and he drives my car to the tire store so Im sure Im going to have to pay more money that I dont have even tho I dont think I SHOULD because it was a brand new tire but whatever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So back to the cans....I told Elise we had to get them out of my car like 3 weeks ago but she was having too much fun calling me Fred Sanford so when dad showed up I hid the cans in my back seat and she and I went to the tire store and got them all out of my car and distributed them to every recycling bin between there and my house.  What a shitty day.  But I do have some good news......I found a new ringtone for my phone.....the theme song to Sanford and Son hehehe......I love it.  I love it alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK Im done for now, Im tired and I'll probly go upstairs SO tired and end up reading til 4am.  Such is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See ya in the funny papers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111821350372057203?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111821350372057203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111821350372057203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111821350372057203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111821350372057203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/can-it-get-any-worse.html' title='Can It GET Any Worse?!?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111812592690618869</id><published>2005-06-07T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T01:32:06.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sh*t Is Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I like that song.....perhaps because I aint no holla back girl.  I really need to listen to the words tho because...what IS a holla back girl?  A big ol slut perhaps hehehe.....OK so.....is it just me....or is there SOMEONE else out there that feels just the teensiest bit sorry for the orange m&amp;m in the commercial where Megan Whats-her-name goes around singing to the M&amp;amp;Ms and when she gets to orange she's all like "nothing rhymes with orange"  poor lil guy looks so sad and dejected. *sigh*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So anywho (btw Ive put this entire post in orange in honor of my buddy "lil orange m&amp;m")    I slept late today (still trying to catch up on the missed sleep from my wonderful weekend) and then I went to work.  Rt 28 is closed for like 2.5 miles so I had to find an alternate way to work.  Boy howdy was that fun!  That reminds me, I have to put GAS in my car tomorrow...grrrrr.....so now Im home and my dad made fun my toes again and Ive messed around long enough....it's time for bed!   Good night, sleep tight, dont let the bed bugs bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111812592690618869?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111812592690618869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111812592690618869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111812592690618869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111812592690618869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-sht-is-bananas_07.html' title='This Sh*t Is Bananas'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111812406080217071</id><published>2005-06-07T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T01:01:00.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw Shucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok I cant figure this crap out because Im sorta thick in the head so Im just going to say &lt;a href="http://www.basho6969.blogspot.com"&gt;www.basho6969.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; is a good blog to read and not just cuz she's my friend :-)  And my all time favorite 2 links are &lt;a href="http://www.jigzone.com"&gt;www.jigzone.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thesuperficial.com"&gt;www.thesuperficial.com&lt;/a&gt;  jigzone is a crap load of online jigsaw puzzles that is SO freaking addictive it isnt even funny.  And for when I need the gossip in Hollywood I go to the superficial because the guy who writes the articles is freakin hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111812406080217071?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111812406080217071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111812406080217071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111812406080217071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111812406080217071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/aw-shucks.html' title='Aw Shucks'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111808091104799238</id><published>2005-06-06T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:01:51.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Feeling In The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im sorry friends but I have GOT to say that the best feeling in the world (for me anyway) is when you wake up in the morning and pee for the first time *sigh* yeah.....thats real nice.  OK so that said Im going to work now.  I just had to get that out hahahaha.....more later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111808091104799238?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111808091104799238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111808091104799238&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111808091104799238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111808091104799238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/best-feeling-in-world.html' title='The Best Feeling In The World'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111803614491557429</id><published>2005-06-06T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:35:44.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What A Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well Ive finally recouperated from my weekend adventure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me take you all thru the chain of events.  It all started with me NOT getting a WINK of sleep before we left Saturday morning for Pittsburgh.  The agenda for the day was Elise and I leaving around 10-1030, arriving by 1 at the latest (we put in time for getting lost, and pee breaks) checking into our hotel and resting/watching the Red Sox for a while and then leaving for Star Lake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah Right!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We leave around 11 which really was no big deal.  I made it about as far as Brookville before I had Elise get behind the wheel.  So Im resting "peacefully" and we just pass Kittanning when Elise slaps my leg and says "Jul.....we forgot the tickets"  Thats right folks, our dumbasses left for a DMB concert yet FORGOT the TICKETS.  So we turn around and go BACK home to get them and Elise is driving MY car like a maniac.  She didnt see why I was bitching but I said "when my car seat is laying back and wake up, slide my butt UP the back of the seat and slam my foot on the dashboard trying to brake....you HAVE to know you're going too fast" but anywho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we get back to Brockway, get the tickets and start out again.  She calls the hotel to see how long they'll hold the room and they say they hold it til 2am.  OK cool.  So we drive to Star Lake instead of the hotel because there was no time to do it the original way.   We missed the opening act but that was OK...we got there in plenty of time to see DMB.  So we're walking down to the ticket line when Elise slides in the gravel and falls and skins her knee alllllll up.  Mind you, I havent shaved my legs in 4 days and my hair is like a grease ball BECAUSE I was going to shower at the hotel and then I couldnt.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So get there and the concert starts and well....it sucked!  I mean.....I was hoping for some Ants Marching.....some Two Step......nadda.  He put on such a  mellow show and we'd had such a shitty day anyway and the people standing next to us were having sex without actually HAVING sex that we jetted during the encore.  Us and about a MILLION other people.  We get out of there...and get lost....BIG time.....so 1 am I have no idea where we're at....and we have an hour to get the hotel.  Needless to say we didnt make it.  So start home.  Around 3am Im so fucking tired I cant see and Elise is tired and my head is killing me and all I had were hydros for my tooth that I couldnt take because then Id be rediculously woozier than I already was so I pull into a rest stop and we stick up all our clothes in the windows so no pervs can see us and sleep for a few hours&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We wake a 6am to a HOT smelly car.  Smelly because I took my sneakers off...oops.  So we drive home and I wait up for mom who was at the camp with dad and tell her about our hell and then I slept til 4.  And then took a nap around 6 hehhehe........so anywho......that was our weekend.  Im sorry it sucked but it's actually funny now that I think about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im gonna go now try to sleep...back to work tomorrow.  Bleck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111803614491557429?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111803614491557429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111803614491557429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111803614491557429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111803614491557429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-what-day.html' title='Oh What A Day!!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13391230.post-111781204491434076</id><published>2005-06-03T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:20:44.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Hello!</title><content type='html'>Well thanks to my friend Alex Im jumping on the blog wagon.  I really dont think many people will find me interesting enough to read about but you know what?  I dont really care :-)  This gives me something to do while Im online putting jigsaw puzzles together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day so far has just been SUPER :-P  I had to get up @ 8:30am (Im not a morning person)  and then I had to go to the....dum dum dummmm.....dentist.  Gah!  What a trip....he was all like....there will be a little discomfort and whatnot after 2 hours or so.  I wonder if he's ever had to have a tooth EXTRACTED from his GUM?!  Prolly not because Im feeling a little bit more than slight discomfort.  Thank God for those groOOooovy pain pills.  Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I have to go collect the change thats laying around my room and cash it all in because my sister Elise and I are going to see DAVE MATTHEWS tomorrow and I'd at least like to get a bumper sticker or something and since payday isnt til NEXT Friday I have to resort to pennies, nickles, dimes and quarters.  And then I go to work.  Yee...............................haw.  I used to like my job....now?  Not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13391230-111781204491434076?l=tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/feeds/111781204491434076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13391230&amp;postID=111781204491434076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111781204491434076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13391230/posts/default/111781204491434076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tilthemorningcomes.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-hello.html' title='Hello Hello!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16659428116267153316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
