<?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-266279746933800724</id><updated>2012-01-16T02:29:11.241-08:00</updated><category term='saving ani-magic'/><category term='moving'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='poor'/><category term='scientists'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='video games'/><category term='photography'/><category term='shooting'/><category term='books'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='cheese'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='2010'/><category term='fires'/><category term='military'/><category term='accident'/><category term='photos'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='crazies'/><category term='convention'/><category term='dreaming'/><category term='bananas'/><category term='job'/><category term='no car'/><category term='snacks'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='wal*mart'/><category term='stuck'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Saran Wrap'/><category term='Airforce'/><category term='fun'/><category term='emergency'/><category term='renting house'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='money'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>The Day The Blog Died</title><subtitle type='html'>My life.  My stories.  My thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-26061998815175884</id><published>2010-05-04T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:05:06.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Isaac!</title><content type='html'>Today Isaac turned 3!  Happy birthday baby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping this short today because I have a lot of cleaning to do before the party tomorrow afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had a chance to update my photo blog.  I am keeping my 365 project going!  20 Days and counting.  Getting harder every day!!!  www.restlessimagery.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-26061998815175884?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/26061998815175884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=26061998815175884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/26061998815175884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/26061998815175884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-isaac.html' title='Happy Birthday Isaac!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3034413639946327463</id><published>2010-05-03T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:45:52.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I told you so!"</title><content type='html'>Me:  Isaac, don't jump on the couch, you are going to hurt yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  NO!&lt;br /&gt;*keeps jumping...jumping...  CRASH.  Falls on my craft box bare butt.. Welcome big welt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Isaac, don't climb on the back of the couch, you are going to hurt yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  NO!&lt;br /&gt;*climb...climb.. CRASH.  Gets stuck in between window and couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Isaac, Felix doesn't like you pulling him across the room by his tail, one day he's going to retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Felix:  *growls*            *pounce*&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  Mommy, Felix bit me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Isaac, crawling on the edge of the bed like that is going to make you fall off.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  NO!&lt;br /&gt;*falls head first on the floor* &lt;br /&gt;Now has huge welt on head and a head ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a trend?  This kid is definitely a Taurus.  Stubborn as a bull.  Has to learn the hard way, and I still don't think he learns his lesson most days.  I'm just waiting for the day that I have to take this kid into the emergency room and have to explain to the doctors why a 3 year old has a broken shoulder or something... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3034413639946327463?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3034413639946327463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3034413639946327463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3034413639946327463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3034413639946327463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-told-you-so.html' title='&quot;I told you so!&quot;'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1336355665085261733</id><published>2010-04-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:40:19.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Photographing food.</title><content type='html'>Photographing food is hard.. I have been trying to figure it out for quite a few months now and I think I am figuring it out.  After doing some random research on the internet I found these tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Garnish the dish to enhance it's color&lt;br /&gt;2 - Place the food on a dish that will enhance it's color.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Place your dish in a setting that will enhance its overall appearance.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Use as much natural light as possible.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Stabilize your camera.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Carefully choose the best angle for taking the picture.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Zoom in so the dish fills up as much of the picture as possible.&lt;br /&gt;8 - Try using a 75-300mm lens at f-stop 4 or 5.6; ISO 200.&lt;br /&gt;9 - Keep in mind that tungsten lighting will turn your photo a green tint, set your camera's white balance to the appropriate setting or use a magenta filter.&lt;br /&gt;10 - Take the time to set up your shot.&lt;br /&gt;11 - Try to cut foods into geometric shapes for a more professional look.&lt;br /&gt;12 - Arrange items on the plate in a manner that showcases the strengths of a dish and its high-value ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;13 - Carefully placed focus and depth of field.&lt;br /&gt;14 - A solid understanding of your camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are fantastic tips that I am really hoping to try to use with my daily shots in the next few days!  So for those of you who follow my 365 blog &lt;a href="http://www.restlessimagery.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; keep an eye out for me taking photos of food!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1336355665085261733?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1336355665085261733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1336355665085261733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1336355665085261733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1336355665085261733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/04/photographing-food.html' title='Photographing food.'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-201401595304098385</id><published>2010-04-21T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:42:21.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bananas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Banana Muffins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/S89U80lEmUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KxPopg_4GJk/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/S89U80lEmUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KxPopg_4GJk/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678276906719554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a healthier recipe of my Mom's very tasty Banana Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 C. White flour&lt;br /&gt;1 C. wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. butter, room temp.&lt;br /&gt;1 C. sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 C. bananas, mashed&lt;br /&gt;1 C. chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place cupcake cups in muffin pan and lightly spray with non-stick cooking spray.  Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;In medium bowl: mix together flours, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.&lt;br /&gt;In large bowl: beat butter and sugar.  Beat in eggs, one at a time.  Beat in bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually add flour mixture and mix just until blended.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in chocolate chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon in one heaping tbsp of mixture into each muffin cup.&lt;br /&gt;Bake for around 20 minutes or until toothpick inserted into center comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;Cool on wire rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approx.  20 muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/S89U8f82LKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6A9yaSUPdEE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/S89U8f82LKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6A9yaSUPdEE/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462678271369292962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-201401595304098385?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/201401595304098385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=201401595304098385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/201401595304098385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/201401595304098385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/04/chocolate-chip-banana-muffins.html' title='Chocolate Chip Banana Muffins'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/S89U80lEmUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KxPopg_4GJk/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3051296762958133951</id><published>2010-04-15T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:22:43.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying this again....</title><content type='html'>Last time I tried doing a 365 project it only lasted 5 days because we ended up moving... Soo.. Now that there's no moving getting in my way I'm starting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View my photos... &lt;a href="http://www.restlessimagery.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3051296762958133951?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3051296762958133951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3051296762958133951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3051296762958133951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3051296762958133951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/04/trying-this-again.html' title='Trying this again....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7660947629768098079</id><published>2010-04-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:29:41.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the end.  Truth or paranoia?</title><content type='html'>With the large amount of natural disasters popping up lately, the crazies are coming out more and more - counting down to the apocalypse of earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking up information on the most recent earthquake in China I happened across these gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone remembers, Y2K, the first real earthly apocalypse scare [that I remember].  January 1st, midnight 2000.  End of the world.  Right?  No, just paranoia of the 21st century.  What about the massive comet that was supposed to come crashing into us in 2003, then changed course to hit the sun, then by some miracle a solar flare pushes the comet off course and out of harms way...  This puts me at the first video... NASA COVER UP OF 2003 COMET!  Please guys, there are people stating that it was visible at sunrise on the west-coast.  Ok... I was up at sunrise ALL the time that year, guess what.  I saw no looming comet in the sky.  Did you?  Then I come across a man who is all into Nibiru... AKA... Planet X.  He states that May 2003 was in fact NOT a large comet but interaction from the supposed Nibiru.  There are hundreds of cultish websites dedicated to this made up planet!  People who claimed that Nibiru is coming up due for its 3,600 year passage past earth.  Even wikipedia has a ton of information on this planet &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nibiru_collision"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;  . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With searching on wiki for more incredible paranoia's I come across more Nibiru information...  Whoa.. What's this.. All these looming earthquakes, strange dust storms, volcanic activity and a splitting glacier all part of Nibiru's return in May of 2010?  Keep a look out guys, we are in for a treat when a massive planet appears out of nowhere [not seen ahead of time by NASA, SOHO, or any other spacial satellite out there] right next door to us!  Causes dramatic shifts in the magnetic field of Earth, causing polar shifts and mass destruction.  Who cares about 2012, we won't make it that far!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here it is.  All these people claim that NASA is covering up the incoming planet!!  Yep that's right!  NASA is keeping our doomsday from us!  Can you believe that?  What jerks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if the government and NASA were so afraid of us all panicking then why would they have let oh I don't know a million nutcases go out and tell everyone that the Earth is seemingly doomed on a specific date in 2012?!?  Lets Hollywood put out a major film to feed on the fears, but hides a giant effing planet?  Come on people, please.  Make some sense here will you?  Oh wait, what was that?  NASA isn't hiding anything?  You mean to say that this strange made up planet called Nibiru is hiding behind the sun?  It's set orbit &lt;a href="http://www.alienresearchcorp.com/2012/nibiru/0910/discovered/img/nibiru-orbit.jpg"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; is letting it hide behind the sun?  What happens when we see the other side?  Once a year, can't we see it?  Certainly since one orbit takes 3,600 years.. Wouldn't we see it for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about sticking to one story.  The count down is here people, the earthquakes, volcanic action, strange weather patterns... Our warning to only about a month to live!  Enjoy it while it lasts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in June &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7660947629768098079?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7660947629768098079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7660947629768098079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7660947629768098079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7660947629768098079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/04/beginning-of-end-truth-or-paranoia.html' title='The beginning of the end.  Truth or paranoia?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1960245315048567094</id><published>2010-04-09T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:52:48.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solar Activity</title><content type='html'>My lifeless behind was scrolling through the &lt;a href="http://www.spaceweather.com/"&gt;Space Weather Website &lt;/a&gt;and there are two really cool things happening with in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one I noticed was that a comet heading for the sun is set to just 'graze' the sun in a matter of a few days.  The group SOHO [that I have mentioned in this &lt;a href="http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/04/astrotometry.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; ], has been monitoring it for at least a week now.  SOHO expects that the comet will not make it and will disintegrate as it grazes the sun.  The blue photo below shows a photo of the sun taken from SOHO equipment, labeled so you can see what everything is.  CME I will be talking about below ;) ...   They suspect the larger than normal comet is from Kreutz sun-grazers, from a large comet 2000 years ago that had been broken up into smaller pieces being sent barreling towards the sun.  It is said that smaller barely visible comets graze the sun everyday, but this particular one is large enough to pick up.  The original Kreutz comet was supposedly discovered by Aristotle in 371 BC, and later while traveling through our solar system was broken up.  The great comets of 1843, 1882, and 1965 are all broken pieces of the Kreutz comet.  These three comets were so bright that they were even seen during day light hours and was brighter than the moon.  Since the launch of the SOHO satellite in 1995, SOHO has discovered a lot more fragments than previously suspected.  It's only a matter of time before another large fragment will show.  Most Kreutz comets meet their demise directly into the sun, while others slowly disintegrate while grazing the outer most layers of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="article-image to-left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sott.net/image/image/s1/34269/full/comet_strip.gif" rel="ibox&amp;amp;ignore_target=true" target="_blank" title="© SOHO"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sott.net/image/image/s1/34269/medium/comet_strip.gif" alt="" title="Click to enlarge" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="image-caption"&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;© SOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;Now on to my second amazing spacial subject!  CME!  Coronal Mass Ejection was spotted back in March by SOHO and amateur astronomers everywhere.   A CME is a mass ejection of material from the solar corona [have you ever seen an eclipse?  You know the flares that you see?  That's the solar corona.. You can see it.. Sort of in the photo above and I will be posting more pictures below.. Later].  The ejected material is a plasma consisting primarily of electrons and protons.  It is a large mass of helium, oxygen, and iron, mixed with a magnetic field.  Recent studies have shown that the cause of these CME's and solar fla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;res is called a magnetic reconnection... During the reconnection the suns magnetic lines of fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;rce reconnect.  Almost like when two faults grind together to cause an earthquake.  These reconnections cause loops in the magnetic field in small explosions over and over until a large one occurs and shoots off solar flares towards the other planets.  This recent solar flare which is set to hit earth on April 11th and 12th is expected to be really strong.  The Northen and Southern lights are already showing signs of the magnetic burst.  The solar flare or what is now called an ICME [Interplanetary Coronal Mass Ejection] his the earth's magnetosphere pressing down on the days magnetic line and stretching out the nights magnetic line.  Other the auroras, what happens to the earth?  Radio frequencies can be poor, satellites may malfunction, bl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;ackouts and power outages can occur.  What does that mean for us?  Cell phone not working right?  Your lights flicker for a few hours?  Usually clear radio stations are fuzzy or comple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;tely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt; dead?  Your Satelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;te TV not working right?  Yep... Blame the sun ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/S8APGvNi4FI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ibCRwIQ1ZK4/s1600/sun_coronal_mass_ejection_2-4days_later_hits_earth_field_lines_30million.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/S8APGvNi4FI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ibCRwIQ1ZK4/s400/sun_coronal_mass_ejection_2-4days_later_hits_earth_field_lines_30million.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458379356799950930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a CME heading towards Earth.. I believe the blue lines around earth is its magnetic fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**For some odd reason I can't get the photo downloader to work on this thing now.. Ggrrr... &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JENNIF%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.png" alt="" /&gt;I am going to keep trying because this other photo I have is really cool.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/S8ARnbKsLEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/F2SScFMxeY8/s1600/slide13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/S8ARnbKsLEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/F2SScFMxeY8/s400/slide13.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458382117378206786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win.  :)  Here's another look at the CME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tiny"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1960245315048567094?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1960245315048567094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1960245315048567094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1960245315048567094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1960245315048567094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/04/solar-activity.html' title='Solar Activity'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/S8APGvNi4FI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ibCRwIQ1ZK4/s72-c/sun_coronal_mass_ejection_2-4days_later_hits_earth_field_lines_30million.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-5054431187134299109</id><published>2010-04-07T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:53:02.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrotometry</title><content type='html'>With my obsession over earthquakes and seismic activity I have discovered something even more interesting!  I was watching some local news broadcasts about the earthquake in Sumatra that happened yesterday and came across this man [John Bryant] who is a researcher for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/astrotometry#p/u"&gt;astrotometry&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to put this forward right now, I have no idea if this guy is legit or a hoax!  If you scan through his profile on youtube, you can see that his posts are posted before the actual dates of the earthquakes.  Now before I go any farther on my research I want to tell you what John actually does and see if I can make it in simpler terms [there are a few 'explanations' I have found, but are told by Physicists]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrometry and Astronomy play a big part in astrotometry [hence the name].  Dealing with star positions, kinematics, esoteric fields, and other space phenomenons.  John in the link above, explains that he takes xray images of the sun and studies sun spots, solar flares, and the link of time between the sun and the earth, and the positioning of the sun as clues to where the next earthquake, tsunami, tropical storm, and or hurricane might hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of John's most recent videos he shows an xray image of the sun with this curved dark spot on the sun in the northern hemisphere, positioning it at the placement of the United States West Coast down to Mexico.  He states that a large amount of seismic activity during the days of April 2nd through April 12th 2010 will lead to large earthquakes, but the positions were not accurate.  He also mentions a lot of activity to where the San Andreas Fault is.  This certain video has claimed to be posted April 3rd, 2010 as to where the first earthquake that was predicted landed on April 4th 2010. Then April 6th 2010 another earthquake that was predicted [well it was April 7th in Sumatra].  He claims that there is still more activity to be seen until the 12th.  Last I checked there was a 6.2 in the Moluccan Sea 24 hours before Sumatra's quake.  So at this point, he was at least right about an increase in activity, locations have been iffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of his response videos after the MexiCali quake he shows that a sunspot releases a lot of energy towards Earth, whether it is a solar flare or something else, I have no idea.  But if you go to &lt;a href="http://www.spaceweather.com/"&gt;the Space Weather website&lt;/a&gt; they explain that these possible flares have caused some excellent Northern Lights in Antarctica due to the solar wind streams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this there is another guy [Justin Shaw] who supposively works for SOHO [aka Solar and Heliospheric Observatory] is complaining about John, saying that his work is all stolen from SOHO and NASA.  John admits that he doesn't have the equipment to take xray photos of the sun and is using their equipment, I can't find anything that states that he is allowed to or not.  But since NASA has not shut his sites down, it seems that they really don't mind that much.  Now going to the &lt;a href="http://sohowww.nascom.nasa.gov/"&gt;SOHO website &lt;/a&gt;there is a lot of cool shit there.  This Justin Shaw states that there is no link to solar activity and seismic activity.  So again this brings up the question as to if John really is legit.  Or if Justin is in fact part of SOHO, or just some silly forum troll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I thought it was a good read and I hope to see more predictions from John, hoax or not.  I've always been fascinated with this type of studies and hope that John is not a hoax.  I've been looking and looking to see if NASA has stated anything along the lines of John's work but can not find anything.  So for now I will end this, in hopes that I can post more information later!  Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-5054431187134299109?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/5054431187134299109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=5054431187134299109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5054431187134299109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5054431187134299109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/04/astrotometry.html' title='Astrotometry'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3363431583260731828</id><published>2010-01-27T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:50:24.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gems of being a parent...</title><content type='html'>The week so far in review.  The things that Isaac says and does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  Mommy tail!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You have a tail?&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  YAH TAIL!  *points to butt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While Kayleb is over playing*&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  OUT MOMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Kayleb:  OUT! OUT! OUT!&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  *points to door with index fingers*  POW POW POW!&lt;br /&gt;Kayleb:  *points to door with index fingers*  POW POW POW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*while laying on the couch*&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  Mommy!  Blanket!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Can you say please?&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  Yah...&lt;br /&gt;Me:   Well&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  *sighs*  pleze&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Quilt or spongebob blanket?&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  spongebob&lt;br /&gt;Me:  *lays blanket over him*&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  Mommy!  No spongebob!  Quilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing at the TV tray...&lt;br /&gt;*gets down and knocks his ambulance toy on himself*&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  I don't love you WEOOWEOO!  I hate you!&lt;br /&gt;*slams the ambulance back on the tray*&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  STAY THERE! I SAIS STAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sitting down watching a movie*&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  *farts really loud*   OH!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Wow Isaac that was loud!&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  Yah.. It scared me!  *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3363431583260731828?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3363431583260731828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3363431583260731828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3363431583260731828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3363431583260731828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/01/gems-of-beign-parent.html' title='Gems of being a parent...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-2198159562791039823</id><published>2010-01-08T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:05:20.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays suck...</title><content type='html'>for one reason and one reason only.  All the yummy tasty oh so delicious goodies that I've gobbled and downed in the last month has taken its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One HUGE thanksgiving dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 dozen cookies - in which I had to taste test each batch to make sure they came out right - for holiday gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 holiday parties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-6 lbs more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... I now don't fit into my brand new jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The embarassment of it all when I hung out with Katie today [and when we weren't out in public] I had to unbutton the top button of my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*sigh*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIET HERE I COME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-2198159562791039823?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/2198159562791039823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=2198159562791039823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/2198159562791039823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/2198159562791039823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidays-suck.html' title='Holidays suck...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3820577484582993796</id><published>2010-01-07T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:20:07.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gibson Kitchen</title><content type='html'>This is for my friend Dana so she can learn how to cook and get away from all those nasty frozen foods!  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegibsonkitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.TheGibsonKitchen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my recipes will go up there, and if I feel like it.. Tips and tricks I've learned in the kitchen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3820577484582993796?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3820577484582993796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3820577484582993796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3820577484582993796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3820577484582993796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/01/gibson-kitchen.html' title='The Gibson Kitchen'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3404699270446531524</id><published>2010-01-07T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:15:16.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac's funny!</title><content type='html'>This morning before I woke up I guess Isaac handed Chris one of his hotwheels.  After Chris had left this morning I had walked into the kitchen with Isaac in tow and Isaac see's the car on the ktichen table, grabs it and goes - "OH! NO!  DADDY'S BEEP-BEEP!!"  He looked really sad!  Then said "Daddy beep-beep work!"  Looked really sad again, slumped his shoulders and everything.  Then looks at me all sad and goes "Call Daddy, plllllleeeeeaaaaasssseeee!"  So looking at the time, I'm hoping Chris is already at work and not driving any more.  So I call him and put him on speaker phone and Isaac says quietly "Bad Daddy, beep-beep work!"  To where Chris then said he was sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this afternoon while I was cooking dinner I had a movie on for him so he would stay out of my way.  He was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and a sippy cup of orange juice.  All of a sudden he yells "MOMMY!  ORANGE JUICE NOW!!!!"  and claps his hands at me!  I would really like to know where he learned that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3404699270446531524?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3404699270446531524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3404699270446531524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3404699270446531524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3404699270446531524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/01/isaacs-funny.html' title='Isaac&apos;s funny!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7440254981459939248</id><published>2010-01-04T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:49:59.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The crazies...</title><content type='html'>When we moved into this house back in October we knew that just a few blocks away was a very nasty area.  We also knew that our block was generally quiet [other than the elementary school right down the street], the neighborhood was full of elderly families who probably bought these houses brand new in the 50's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October and November passed by and the only sounds at night you can hear are the neighborhood dogs, sometimes a cat fight and the almost constant sound of sirens from Ambulances going in and out of the senior apartments behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of the blue on the Friday after Thanksgiving we were heading home from the mall and a woman was sitting out on the curb a few houses down in an almost fetal position rocking back and forth.  It was extremely cold outside and Chris and I were both worried that something was really wrong with the woman.  After a few minutes of talking with her Chris finds out she is extremely drunk and totally nuts.  She gave us a number to call her 'son' which was not a working number.  She was probably homeless.  After a few hours in the cold she starts getting angry and walks off.  I can't even count how many times we had called the Sheriffs over this and no one came out....  That was crazy number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy number two comes into play around a week before Christmas.  I was already in bed and Chris was on the computer when he hears a woman screaming outside.  We rush out to find a black woman hiding behind the neighbors camping trailer.  Chris gets her to come out, the poor woman was hysterical, gripping Chris saying that some one was threatening to kill her.  So we get her inside and call the Sheriffs.  This time, luckily, they were out here in just a few minutes with their helicopter in tow.  We go to find out that this woman was a prostitute and that she had gotten into the car of a black man to do her business and he told her to do it or he'd kill her - of course refusing to pay her.  I was shocked to see that she admitted this to the Sheriff's and also admitting she had a traffic ticket warrant out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads to crazy number three that came out on New Years Eve.  After a few days of convincing my Grandmother that we are in a great neighborhood [especially compared to other neighborhoods we have lived in, in the past].  My Grandmother and my Mom had just come to pick Isaac and I up to go shopping when an older black woman staggers down the street, yelling and screaming [what I have no idea she sounded possessed!] and taking her shirt off!  So yet again I call the Sheriff's and they send out a paramedic to the scene, but they could not find her.  I believe that this nice woman down the street is the daughter of this woman and instead of putting her Mother in a home that she keeps her at her home and that she 'escaped'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, the holiday season, - yet again - proves to not be boring!  Hopefully with the end of the holiday season ends to weird streak of crazies in our neighborhood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7440254981459939248?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7440254981459939248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7440254981459939248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7440254981459939248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7440254981459939248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/01/crazies.html' title='The crazies...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-9149088854127506386</id><published>2010-01-02T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:51:34.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the things...</title><content type='html'>Oh the things that we do for our pets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some of you haven't heard yet, the Friday after Thanksgiving my baby cat Felix came down with a bad bladder blockage and infection which led him to the Animal E.R, two shaved legs and a partial shaved neck, and a HUGE vet bill.  I spent around three weeks attempting to get him healthy again with a new diet, a multitude of anti-biotics and pain killers, and a few more expensive trips to the vet.  I battled washing sheets everyday, the covers on the couch, any towel or rug on the floor that could have been peed on... and finally when I thought he was getting better he took a turn for the worse.  His bladder completely blocked and felt like a brand new baseball.  So another rush to the Animal E.R, and a few tears to say the least, and of course another large vet bill.  They then warn us of a possible surgery.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following few days Felix spent some time at our family vet, still wondering if he was going to have to get surgery done.  Luckily not.  With a more strict diet, more pain meds, more anti-biotics, and another large vet bill Felix was sent home.  I even bought him a small doggie bed to recover in!  Three days locked up in our bathroom, and another week of almost constant sleeping, some eating and drinking, and more sleeping Felix seems to be well again.  ...and... I must say that I don't think there could ever be enough thanking to my parents for the midnight trips to the Animal E.R, the thousands of dollars they forked out for my baby, and of course the stress that came along with the lack of sleep and the huge vet bills that they 'suffered'.  Especially during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the whole ordeal, I must say that Felix has been more... 'clingy' since this last trip... and... last night while Isaac was watching a movie and I was relaxing with a book, Felix decided to use me, or shall I say my neck and face, as a pillow.  Purrring constantly.  Then Isaac deciding I was a good seat too.  So here I was with a cat on my neck and a two year old on my stomach.. How was that relaxing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, after Isaac was in bed we were laying comfortably on our couches [Chris on his futon and me on the other couch] watching a movie.  I was blessed with Felix's presence on my chest, maybe he thought I was cold?  Either way, the movie we were watching happened to be The Hangover, which if you haven't seen yet is absolutely hilarious, so of course my continuous laughing had offended Felix and he stretches out and places his paw on my mouth with a look like 'shut the f*** up already'.  Then proceeds to walk away to his own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I am glad he is better, but maybe the snotty attitude could go away?  Yeah right.  I love him and I'm so, so, so, so glad he is better.  THANKS MOM &amp;amp; DAD!  ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-9149088854127506386?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/9149088854127506386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=9149088854127506386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/9149088854127506386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/9149088854127506386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-things.html' title='Oh the things...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6837365608701392688</id><published>2010-01-01T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:53:55.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe at how fast the last three months flew by!  We are happily settled into our home and ready to battle yard work and cleaning out the garage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one got any good New Years Resolutions this year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Don't sit in front of the computer so much, unless I'm doing something more useful than playing Farmville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Get more motivated for my photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Get in shape better [right.. everyone says that.. ugh].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all.. I hope 2010 is much better than 2009.  FOR EVERYONE!!  ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6837365608701392688?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6837365608701392688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6837365608701392688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6837365608701392688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6837365608701392688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3261331542835307942</id><published>2009-10-07T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:30:47.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0_lAn4xEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R3NNODe8Sxo/s1600-h/101_3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0_lAn4xEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R3NNODe8Sxo/s400/101_3357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390034234087359554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0_kkSChbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BUIr55S2DDY/s1600-h/101_3356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0_kkSChbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BUIr55S2DDY/s400/101_3356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390034226479531442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0_kGtNupI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YU9qGDjZFMA/s1600-h/101_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0_kGtNupI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YU9qGDjZFMA/s400/101_3355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390034218540448402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0_jo8raZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xBRKJanl8HM/s1600-h/101_3353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0_jo8raZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xBRKJanl8HM/s400/101_3353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390034210552244626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to pose like me, but he got too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-6aNg2vI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0ws3x7PDZ3M/s1600-h/101_3352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-6aNg2vI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0ws3x7PDZ3M/s400/101_3352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390033502221687538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-6Mfx39I/AAAAAAAAAUY/mRAq0pHi47Q/s1600-h/101_3350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-6Mfx39I/AAAAAAAAAUY/mRAq0pHi47Q/s400/101_3350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390033498540203986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-5oEP-9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_XtQqHUzqlM/s1600-h/101_3349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-5oEP-9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_XtQqHUzqlM/s400/101_3349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390033488761060306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-5MUg52I/AAAAAAAAAUI/uGvdQ1GHWME/s1600-h/101_3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-5MUg52I/AAAAAAAAAUI/uGvdQ1GHWME/s400/101_3348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390033481313085282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-4ik5jDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/TkKwKGiCeIk/s1600-h/101_3347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-4ik5jDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/TkKwKGiCeIk/s400/101_3347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390033470107520050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look horrible but he took some good pictures of me.&lt;br /&gt;GO ISAAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just got a call from my Dad, my Grandfather is out of surgery.. 5 hours.  and it seems to be successful.  They will be waking him up with in the hour in ICU/Recovery.  His hospital stay will be around a week long, and another 6 weeks of at home recovery after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3261331542835307942?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3261331542835307942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3261331542835307942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3261331542835307942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3261331542835307942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-pictures.html' title='Random pictures'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0_lAn4xEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R3NNODe8Sxo/s72-c/101_3357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-5898118477849878739</id><published>2009-10-07T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:20:26.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-JqpoquI/AAAAAAAAAT4/S3VhFanMbXw/s1600-h/101_3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-JqpoquI/AAAAAAAAAT4/S3VhFanMbXw/s400/101_3360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390032664821017314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was refusing to take a nap all day... He got way too quiet... and this is what I find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-5898118477849878739?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/5898118477849878739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=5898118477849878739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5898118477849878739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5898118477849878739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/10/nap-time.html' title='Nap time'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Ss0-JqpoquI/AAAAAAAAAT4/S3VhFanMbXw/s72-c/101_3360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3474970315175625050</id><published>2009-10-06T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:55:04.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswCHWK44rI/AAAAAAAAATw/kViy9rEcLaA/s1600-h/101_3310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswCHWK44rI/AAAAAAAAATw/kViy9rEcLaA/s400/101_3310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389685179289232050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinning area [table is not ours lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswB5DKK3NI/AAAAAAAAATo/3fKuEbWGke8/s1600-h/101_3309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswB5DKK3NI/AAAAAAAAATo/3fKuEbWGke8/s400/101_3309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389684933667773650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswB4aA6HvI/AAAAAAAAATg/nWWd3sShr9w/s1600-h/101_3308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswB4aA6HvI/AAAAAAAAATg/nWWd3sShr9w/s400/101_3308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389684922623074034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswB3ztpFZI/AAAAAAAAATY/xs0KSAENm7w/s1600-h/101_3307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswB3ztpFZI/AAAAAAAAATY/xs0KSAENm7w/s400/101_3307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389684912341718418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaacs room getting painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswB3OR_74I/AAAAAAAAATQ/rcgu62yrtbI/s1600-h/101_3301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswB3OR_74I/AAAAAAAAATQ/rcgu62yrtbI/s400/101_3301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389684902293663618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswB27Lv-5I/AAAAAAAAATI/kJNpqNZR49E/s1600-h/101_3300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswB27Lv-5I/AAAAAAAAATI/kJNpqNZR49E/s400/101_3300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389684897167178642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep i finally posted pictures hahaha i kept forgetting to bring my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still a little bit of work that needs to be done, but alas!  It is getting there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one please keep my grandfather in your thoughts.  Wednesday he will be going in for a very dangerous surgery to remove cancer.   ...also...  to my best friend Katie...  Her father is in the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3474970315175625050?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3474970315175625050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3474970315175625050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3474970315175625050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3474970315175625050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/10/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswCHWK44rI/AAAAAAAAATw/kViy9rEcLaA/s72-c/101_3310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3193167412393072588</id><published>2009-10-06T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:47:43.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>359</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswBPx3c5tI/AAAAAAAAATA/Glh0N1YKqSU/s1600-h/10.04.edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswBPx3c5tI/AAAAAAAAATA/Glh0N1YKqSU/s400/10.04.edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389684224651224786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswBPCZfbmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/db0BAutA4vM/s1600-h/10.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswBPCZfbmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/db0BAutA4vM/s400/10.04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389684211909095010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3193167412393072588?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3193167412393072588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3193167412393072588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3193167412393072588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3193167412393072588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/10/359.html' title='359'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SswBPx3c5tI/AAAAAAAAATA/Glh0N1YKqSU/s72-c/10.04.edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7339687812397321982</id><published>2009-09-30T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:46:49.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>360</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SsQj2A_gnqI/AAAAAAAAASw/M3DsOiXiD9g/s1600-h/09.30c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SsQj2A_gnqI/AAAAAAAAASw/M3DsOiXiD9g/s400/09.30c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387470465128242850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SsQj1Ya2T0I/AAAAAAAAASo/rx_KHoo3ZQc/s1600-h/09.30b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SsQj1Ya2T0I/AAAAAAAAASo/rx_KHoo3ZQc/s400/09.30b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387470454237056834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SsQj08qFClI/AAAAAAAAASg/53PaiW76g-Q/s1600-h/09.30a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SsQj08qFClI/AAAAAAAAASg/53PaiW76g-Q/s400/09.30a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387470446784744018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't decide on one so here are the top three.  I asked Isaac if I could take pictures of him and he yelled "YES!"  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7339687812397321982?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7339687812397321982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7339687812397321982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7339687812397321982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7339687812397321982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/390.html' title='360'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SsQj2A_gnqI/AAAAAAAAASw/M3DsOiXiD9g/s72-c/09.30c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1779609676207387222</id><published>2009-09-29T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:15:51.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>361</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SsKxNwRGk5I/AAAAAAAAASY/JYDFjeLi8pY/s1600-h/9.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SsKxNwRGk5I/AAAAAAAAASY/JYDFjeLi8pY/s400/9.28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387062954141586322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that look tasty  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1779609676207387222?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1779609676207387222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1779609676207387222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1779609676207387222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1779609676207387222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/361.html' title='361'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SsKxNwRGk5I/AAAAAAAAASY/JYDFjeLi8pY/s72-c/9.28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-9009556615147612059</id><published>2009-09-27T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:20:27.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5sdXy8GI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Xyb0sVdFzOA/s1600-h/IMG_5504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5sdXy8GI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Xyb0sVdFzOA/s400/IMG_5504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386227852808220770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropping water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5ryKW7eI/AAAAAAAAASI/oFgImlnrt2w/s1600-h/IMG_5499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5ryKW7eI/AAAAAAAAASI/oFgImlnrt2w/s400/IMG_5499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386227841209134562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about to drop water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5GiGjbKI/AAAAAAAAASA/_gXyQMDDOaY/s1600-h/IMG_5496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5GiGjbKI/AAAAAAAAASA/_gXyQMDDOaY/s400/IMG_5496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386227201243049122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fire crew on top of the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5GKD-QeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wwGPzstJFJ4/s1600-h/IMG_5495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5GKD-QeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wwGPzstJFJ4/s400/IMG_5495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386227194789773794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picking up water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5FhvkljI/AAAAAAAAARw/7AivJeE2MCM/s1600-h/IMG_5493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5FhvkljI/AAAAAAAAARw/7AivJeE2MCM/s400/IMG_5493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386227183966787122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the station fire finally going out, a scare for us in the Antelope Valley as our mountain side catches Friday afternoon up by K and 130th west heading to Lake Elizabeth and also by Shay's Castle.  Luckily the fire crew out here did so well that by morning it was completely out!&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say, that I am quite disappointed in the attitudes of other photographers out there that night.  I made sure I did not block any of them with my car or myself [in fact I didn't leave the car due to Isaac being in the back seat].  Others didn't have that respect in fact one woman got upset at me because I had a better lens than her.  BOO HOO.  LOL!  I had stopped and pulled over a good 100-200 feet from where the fire crew was blocking the road up the mountain and to the fire to stay out of their way.  They had a job to do.  But this one man, I am assuming he probably worked for AV Press was adamant on getting past the blockade.  He was very rude and didn't care about what any one thought.  Oh well, it was an interesting night, Isaac loved watching the helicopter pick up water at the aqua-duct and drop it on the fire.  I wish it was a safer area to pull over at, so I could have pulled him out of his car seat.. Maybe when he's a bit older :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we signed the lease this morning and got the keys to the house.  I am going to start getting it ready to paint tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;..and now... I have a photo shoot to go to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-9009556615147612059?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/9009556615147612059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=9009556615147612059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/9009556615147612059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/9009556615147612059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/fire-season.html' title='Fire season'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr-5sdXy8GI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Xyb0sVdFzOA/s72-c/IMG_5504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6342816066540252296</id><published>2009-09-25T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:09:39.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>363</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr0woUNWjEI/AAAAAAAAARo/pKlW2BKzdFw/s1600-h/9.25.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr0woUNWjEI/AAAAAAAAARo/pKlW2BKzdFw/s400/9.25.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385514198582594626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure I like how this one turned out... I'm being lazy today but I wanted to do a photo since I skipped out on it yesterday...  For those of you who have never seen the inside of my apartment, my computer is seriously 2 or 3 feet from the stove... So all I had to do was roll over to it and snap some shots while my soup was cooking.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, being sick will do that to ya!  Hopefully someone will enjoy this shot :)  ... and something better will be produced tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6342816066540252296?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6342816066540252296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6342816066540252296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6342816066540252296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6342816066540252296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/363.html' title='363'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr0woUNWjEI/AAAAAAAAARo/pKlW2BKzdFw/s72-c/9.25.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-50115416146748160</id><published>2009-09-25T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:56:07.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr0gOdMOQBI/AAAAAAAAARg/4UmAiSUQ_2s/s1600-h/102_2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr0gOdMOQBI/AAAAAAAAARg/4UmAiSUQ_2s/s400/102_2812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385496162131132434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I don't remember him taking this one at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr0fuIWyUaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/67MFs2b7Ea4/s1600-h/102_3049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr0fuIWyUaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/67MFs2b7Ea4/s400/102_3049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385495606782480802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one isn't too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr0fdlCWRhI/AAAAAAAAARI/cqOtG0uosSg/s1600-h/102_2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr0fdlCWRhI/AAAAAAAAARI/cqOtG0uosSg/s400/102_2976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385495322423608850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, Isaac likes taking horrible pictures of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Isaac is asking why for anything I tell him.  That stage better go over quickly, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-50115416146748160?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/50115416146748160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=50115416146748160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/50115416146748160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/50115416146748160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-started.html' title='It has started...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Sr0gOdMOQBI/AAAAAAAAARg/4UmAiSUQ_2s/s72-c/102_2812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7107718568598022146</id><published>2009-09-23T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:23:25.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>364</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrqDKOdgZCI/AAAAAAAAARA/YdKDgmzTUS8/s1600-h/9.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrqDKOdgZCI/AAAAAAAAARA/YdKDgmzTUS8/s400/9.23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384760516178633762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I seem to talk to lately is anticipating fall more then they ever have, and I will agree.  This summer has dragged on... and on ...  and on...   I'm ready for Halloween!   So as an early treat, here is a bowl of candy and orange lights!  *takes a bow*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7107718568598022146?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7107718568598022146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7107718568598022146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7107718568598022146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7107718568598022146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/364.html' title='364'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrqDKOdgZCI/AAAAAAAAARA/YdKDgmzTUS8/s72-c/9.23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-4989114542355508150</id><published>2009-09-22T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:45:52.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrmW9NcwYHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uLnVsaYl6L0/s1600-h/9.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrmW9NcwYHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uLnVsaYl6L0/s400/9.22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384500807824597106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people have been bugging me about doing a 365 project, so here is entry number 1.&lt;br /&gt;Ribbon.  Why did I choose ribbon?  I was afraid that lame imagination of mine would get the best of me, but as I was staring at my mess of a desk.. Thinking.. "People take photos of the strangest things.. a stack of ribbons won't be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; strange!"&lt;br /&gt;I really like how this turned out... Took me 30 minutes to get the settings right, where I wanted to place them, the lighting right, etc. &lt;br /&gt;... but ...   the whole point of this project is to learn how to photograph different things, how to use lighting in different ways, so as of day one, I guess it's working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shutter speed - 1/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F-stop - 7.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Focal length - 45mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ISO speed - 800&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-4989114542355508150?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/4989114542355508150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=4989114542355508150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4989114542355508150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4989114542355508150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/365.html' title='365'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrmW9NcwYHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uLnVsaYl6L0/s72-c/9.22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6207520673205370455</id><published>2009-09-22T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:17:48.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrkwyxBxZzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/y2UGJGPLy-U/s1600-h/101_2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrkwyxBxZzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/y2UGJGPLy-U/s400/101_2363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384388478210500402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrkwyYdqkeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YI7aMcrwtZQ/s1600-h/100_3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrkwyYdqkeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YI7aMcrwtZQ/s400/100_3181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384388471616606690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Srkwxo9jwSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Dc-vfMGu31Q/s1600-h/100_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/Srkwxo9jwSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Dc-vfMGu31Q/s400/100_3165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384388458865475874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos by Isaac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a house!  We will be moving the last week of October.  It's a cute little house!  We are all extremely excited, no more apartments!!  I hope!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this coming month is going to be packing, packing, and more packing.  Some Ani-Magic fun... Then more packing.  At least I am really good at packing now, right?  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else has been going on, my grandfather goes back into surgery on the 7th, lets hope everything works out this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6207520673205370455?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6207520673205370455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6207520673205370455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6207520673205370455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6207520673205370455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-news.html' title='Big News!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SrkwyxBxZzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/y2UGJGPLy-U/s72-c/101_2363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-4169566114625975448</id><published>2009-09-11T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:18:45.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCT1Q5SeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LXzqpsHYQt0/s1600-h/101_2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCT1Q5SeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LXzqpsHYQt0/s400/101_2513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380396719562901986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to take a picture of the moon haha.. The small white spec.. is the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCTV08BsI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ybD2x0kIrHU/s1600-h/101_2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCTV08BsI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ybD2x0kIrHU/s400/101_2494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380396711124141762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCS5C0gHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4LYi8Tz2mUw/s1600-h/101_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCS5C0gHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4LYi8Tz2mUw/s400/101_2368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380396703397740658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCSIGNE5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/4Du996SOp9s/s1600-h/101_2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCSIGNE5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/4Du996SOp9s/s400/101_2272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380396690258596754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the bad pictures of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCRuzO1vI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UqhYRJmZUoc/s1600-h/101_2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCRuzO1vI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UqhYRJmZUoc/s400/101_2270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380396683468134130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a picture of Kate taking a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending 50$ on a winters worth of clothes.. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;For any one who lives in the Lancaster area and has kids.. should be shopping at New 4 U.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is garage sale day.. What kind of cool photography props shall I get?  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-4169566114625975448?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/4169566114625975448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=4169566114625975448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4169566114625975448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4169566114625975448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-was-trying-to-take-picture-of-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqsCT1Q5SeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LXzqpsHYQt0/s72-c/101_2513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3578730675349087499</id><published>2009-09-10T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:21:08.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Conversation with a 2 Year Old</title><content type='html'>Here's how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;br /&gt;"Isaac, what do you want to be for Halloween this year?"&lt;br /&gt;ISAAC:&lt;br /&gt;"allo-een?"&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to be something nice, or scary?"&lt;br /&gt;ISAAC:&lt;br /&gt;*jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;"Scary, mommy"&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, do you want to be a ghost?"&lt;br /&gt;ISAAC:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no ghost, mommy"&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;br /&gt;"What about a Zombie?"&lt;br /&gt;ISAAC:&lt;br /&gt;"yah mommy, zombie!"&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, what about a vampire?"&lt;br /&gt;ISAAC:&lt;br /&gt;"No amp, mommy"&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure you want to be a Zombie?"&lt;br /&gt;ISAAC:&lt;br /&gt;*jumps up and down and claps*&lt;br /&gt;"YAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess Isaac is going to be a Zombie this year...  At least it's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People really know how to get my blood boiling.  As some of you might already know, I was voted in as a board member for Ani-Magic this year... and by summer some already made changes with out asking my permission and making things extremely difficult, not just me but other Ani-Magic leaders as well.  Well with these changes came a lot of work figuring out where to put things and squeeze things in, we managed to do that.. Just a few weeks ago.  Then yesterday I get a message from one of the other leaders stating that he has just talked to the event manager at the hotel.. and that some one had left out some important information for me with the hotel contract and all that squeezing in and leaving out stuff wasn't necessary.  I was livid, and after hours of figuring things out and making a ton of phone calls... I still feel very upset and I don't feel I accomplished anything with it because there is still quite a bit of uncertainty.. OY.  The joys of running a business, haha.  So here we are, not even a month until the convention [crunch time for us], and I'm at a complete blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been sick the last few days and have nothing better to do with my time, I have been attempting to upload some home videos up on youtube.  Once I get them working I will post the link on here!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqlRZazdEYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KIjsl7p8p8A/s1600-h/101_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqlRZazdEYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KIjsl7p8p8A/s400/101_2133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379920727004483970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another photo that Isaac took.  Too bad it is blurry.. It would have been a GREAT shot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3578730675349087499?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3578730675349087499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3578730675349087499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3578730675349087499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3578730675349087499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/halloween-conversation-with-2-year-old.html' title='Halloween Conversation with a 2 Year Old'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqlRZazdEYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KIjsl7p8p8A/s72-c/101_2133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3263674668872088953</id><published>2009-09-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:15:07.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Views from a two year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgShTtEIpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pO03-S1Lpes/s1600-h/101_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgShTtEIpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pO03-S1Lpes/s400/101_2054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379570118328328850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he took that!  AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgSgIDDnDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CcHcVG9yQBs/s1600-h/101_1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgSgIDDnDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/CcHcVG9yQBs/s400/101_1940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379570098019474482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one!  I can't believe how well he even picked up the dirt on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgRnDSkQII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/z_QhGm7wy5A/s1600-h/101_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgRnDSkQII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/z_QhGm7wy5A/s400/101_1901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379569117489807490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he spinning???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgRmRvJ4CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nSLU3IylG5E/s1600-h/100_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgRmRvJ4CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nSLU3IylG5E/s400/100_3156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379569104187940898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOODS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgRl74PH7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6TJDhkCs864/s1600-h/100_3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgRl74PH7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6TJDhkCs864/s400/100_3130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379569098320453554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look too good here.. Must have been REALLY early haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3263674668872088953?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3263674668872088953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3263674668872088953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3263674668872088953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3263674668872088953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/views-from-two-year-old.html' title='Views from a two year old'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SqgShTtEIpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pO03-S1Lpes/s72-c/101_2054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-8612566542640878659</id><published>2009-09-09T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:09:07.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little photographer</title><content type='html'>Isaac has been taking after me and taking photos.... The above post will be his current work tehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is so smart its not even funny.  He will be 2 1/2 in November and is talking up a storm!  He is now forming sentances and I can understand him at least half of the time!  He has been showing some slight interest in potty training.. We drove by Desert Views Pre-School area yesterday and Isaac wanted to go play.. and I told him he wasn't a big boy to go to school and he got so upset! I told him if he gets potty trained by the time he turns 3 that I will enroll him in Pre-School.  What did he have to say to that?  "YAY!  Soooooool!"  Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is jumping like a frog and gets hurt constantly because of his dire need to climb everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photography is coming along... Just had a photoshoot with a model on Monday.. Now I just need to get my card reader working so I can upload those photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-8612566542640878659?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/8612566542640878659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=8612566542640878659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8612566542640878659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8612566542640878659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-little-photographer.html' title='My little photographer'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3197011781429925028</id><published>2009-04-09T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:32:58.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of history</title><content type='html'>With my past dissinterest in History.. I have found a major love for the History of Lancaster/Palmdale/A.V. Strange I know. I didn't realize at how interesting this boring shit hole could be. I know some of you guys have parents/grandparents that grew up out here. I would love to put together any historical information any one has. Websites, info from family. etc etc. With my interst in photography, I would like to visit some historical places and take photos for a history journal of mine that I would like to start to piece together.My current interest is Shea's Castle. I've been in search of this place for two days now with out luck. I fear that I might need an off roading vehicle to find it. :*( Any information would be greatly appreciated! Thanks all! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://insearchforhistory.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://insearchforhistory.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3197011781429925028?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3197011781429925028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3197011781429925028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3197011781429925028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3197011781429925028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-search-of-history.html' title='In search of history'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-8447175507492257296</id><published>2009-03-17T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:11:50.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New words from Isaac:&lt;br /&gt;Oh God&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;Yay&lt;br /&gt;Eeew&lt;br /&gt;Yuck&lt;br /&gt;Gross&lt;br /&gt;It's stuck&lt;br /&gt;Stop it&lt;br /&gt;Ashweee&lt;br /&gt;Bang&lt;br /&gt;I've cought him saying Bitch, shit, and dammit.. But once and only once for each word.&lt;br /&gt;The bitch situation was pretty funny, and I know its my fault that he did this.  We were sitting down having lunch with my parents and he turns to my Dad punches him and says Bitch.  I couldn't help but laugh.  He sees me do that to my Dad and Chris so why not, why can't he do it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is completely off the bottle now, it's been a whole week with out them so now they are getting thrown in the trash.  YAHOOOOO!  Once I know for sure he is good and ready I am going to switch his crib to the toddler set up and maybe by the end of summer or even Christmas, get him a real bed, like one of those car beds or something.  I think he would love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else has really been going on, Chris gets changed to his new hours next week.  I won't have a car, and I know its going to depress the hell out of me, but there's nothing else we can do until we get our credit cards paid off or for some odd lucky reason his boss decides to give him a fat raise.  We are definately enjoying our new place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-8447175507492257296?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/8447175507492257296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=8447175507492257296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8447175507492257296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8447175507492257296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-words-from-isaac-oh-god-hi-yay-eeew.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-722101099814400023</id><published>2009-02-22T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:42:37.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SaGcLG5HE3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/T-cwSagC4Es/s1600-h/101_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305693550661800818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SaGcLG5HE3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/T-cwSagC4Es/s400/101_1158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SaGcKz7Ak8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/wN0rfRYEWII/s1600-h/101_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305693545569489858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SaGcKz7Ak8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/wN0rfRYEWII/s400/101_1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a week since we moved into our apartment, and I am loving it so much. Going up and down the stairs is a little bit of a hassle, but that isn't a big deal. EXCERSIZE!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac is liking it, he loves his new room! Any one new comes by he has to show them his room. It's too cute. We have pretty much the whole place unpacked and organized minus some office stuff and our books of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had company last night, and it was really nice to not have to send them home when it's my parents bed time, lol. We made dinner and had a nice time. I ate too much of course. It is, though, nice to socialize again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise not much has really gone on this week. Just cleaning and unpacking. Above are some photos I took this week. They are the Tehachapi Mountains before the snow melted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-722101099814400023?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/722101099814400023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=722101099814400023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/722101099814400023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/722101099814400023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-week-since-we-moved-into-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SaGcLG5HE3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/T-cwSagC4Es/s72-c/101_1158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6430192948586080382</id><published>2009-02-17T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:22:01.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So a lot has happened since the last time I posted on here.  We decided that we weren't going to wait for section 8 and I started looking for apartments.  The second place we looked at we took and are already moved in!  It's perfect for us, a small two bedroom one bathroom apartment in a nice little area.  We love it!  We had a little bit of drama with the people who we are buying the refrigerator from.. In fact, we moved in here on the 14th, and we still haven't gotten it.  I am supposed to go over and pay them today for it and make sure they deliver it today, but I just have this feeling it's not going to happen and that I am going to have to go somewhere else to get one.  We have been eating fast food and crap for the last few days and I am so sick of it!!!  It's rediculous! &lt;br /&gt;Isaac is taking to the new place very well.  He seems to love his new room and the peace and quiet that we can have during nap time here.  Hopefully tonight I can make our first home cooked meal here!  We are already having company over on Saturday.  Felix was a little scared at first but now he seems to be exploring and coming out from under the bed.  We are almost all unpacked other than, of course, our books.  We have to wait until the first paycheck of March then we are going to buy a book shelf or two for all of our books.  :) &lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of words that Isaac is saying now, we are so proud of him, he's been talking a lot more lately.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;Kitty&lt;br /&gt;Dog&lt;br /&gt;Teeeveee&lt;br /&gt;Baka [Japanese word we've been trying to get him to say and he finally said it]&lt;br /&gt;Yo&lt;br /&gt;Kyle-Kyle&lt;br /&gt;beep beep&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;GG [refers to Chris's grandmother]&lt;br /&gt;Gampa&lt;br /&gt;Gamma&lt;br /&gt;What's that&lt;br /&gt;EIEIO [Old McDonald LOL]&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Pow&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh&lt;br /&gt;Ball&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;Help Me&lt;br /&gt;Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so exciting!  He's also learning to point at body parts and other objects thats around him all the time.  He also learned how to jump in the last couple of weeks.  He is so happy about that, and if you count 1,2,3,4  He will march in place.  I have no idea where he picked that up but he did.  He also learned how to shoot a nerf dart gun, thanks to Grandpa Mike.  Haha.  He's the king of the copy cat game, what ever you do he will do it too. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still doing the photography stuff, been making phone calls to get more weddings booked for the wedding season, but that isn't working too well.  Dissapointing.  But the wedding season starts soon so we will have weddings to do.  :P&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be all for now, have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6430192948586080382?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6430192948586080382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6430192948586080382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6430192948586080382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6430192948586080382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-lot-has-happened-since-last-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3347320383250622850</id><published>2009-01-29T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:04:57.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SYIZnrwvY6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/poNLyk3VVqc/s1600-h/101_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296824281293874082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SYIZnrwvY6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/poNLyk3VVqc/s400/101_1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SYIZnajGE-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/-ht5WU0aFFo/s1600-h/101_1087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296824276673237986" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SYIZnajGE-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/-ht5WU0aFFo/s400/101_1087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time, but there really hasn't been much of exciting news lately. The Holidays were great like always, a little stressfull with Christopher's Grandmother ending up in the hospital right after Thanksgiving. We had gone out to Lake Havasu to see her and all drama hell broke loose as always. I still had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still living with my parents, we applied for Section 8, but the waiting list is so huge I don't know what is going to happen. I know me and Christopher can afford our own place again, but its just the game of convincing him that we can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up top are some latest photos. The little baby girl is my best friend Katie's little girl they had her on the 6th of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Christopher got hired back at IVC [the place he got laid off from back in October of 07]. He's in a better paying more stable position this time. THANK GOODNESS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.  I got my first tattoo done for Christmas!  It's a star with Isaac's name in it and a few small stars around it.  Got it done on my ankle.  ITS AWESOME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3347320383250622850?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3347320383250622850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3347320383250622850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3347320383250622850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3347320383250622850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-long-time-but-there-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SYIZnrwvY6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/poNLyk3VVqc/s72-c/101_1065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7767993969640124286</id><published>2008-11-07T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:37:15.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SRR8tJvNduI/AAAAAAAAANo/pQuBtEIdQOM/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265970979452843746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SRR8tJvNduI/AAAAAAAAANo/pQuBtEIdQOM/s400/017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SRR8s9Bf-KI/AAAAAAAAANg/YRmlyf9EKgk/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265970976039893154" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SRR8s9Bf-KI/AAAAAAAAANg/YRmlyf9EKgk/s400/012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7767993969640124286?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7767993969640124286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7767993969640124286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7767993969640124286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7767993969640124286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SRR8tJvNduI/AAAAAAAAANo/pQuBtEIdQOM/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7073050233622611179</id><published>2008-11-07T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:28:42.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flew!</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize how fast time flies....  Ok, that's a lie.  Things have been SUPER busy with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got those costumes done!  They turned out really cute!  I will have to post some pictures in a seperate post, should be the ones before this...  =)&lt;br /&gt;Ani-Magic [now known as Autumn-Dream] did really well this year.  Isaac had fun for the little bit of time he was in there, I didn't stress out for once at all, and I actually got to have fun and hang out with some friends.  We had a fun little party the following weekend at a friends house, that was a lot of fun too.  We are already working on some stuff for next year.  HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was cold, but fun.  I was only planning on taking Isaac to two houses for trick or treating since he's so young and doesn't really need all that candy, but once he realized what was going on and saw all the other kids on the block doing it, we ended up going to about 4 or 5 houses.   We are still eating candy from Halloween &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;That same week, I got called for Jury Duty.  Let me tell you, this has not been fun.  I actually got picked, but as an alternate, so I had to sit there and listen to the evidence and witnesses and take notes, but I don't get to diliberate with the rest of the jurors.  So unfair.  That's where I am today, in the Jury Waiting room playing on the computer while the rest of the jury gets to go and talk about the case, while here I am dying to talk to SOMEONE about the freaken case, but I can't yet.  It's almost over though.&lt;br /&gt;This stupid case has caused me to be so behind in my school work.  But once Microsoft Office is done installing, I am going to sit here ALL day and do school work!  HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you might be asking why I am installing Office now?  Well, here's a wonderful and sad story.  My computer blue screened on me and I lost everything.  Yep.  That would be right.  All my photos, school work, etc. etc.  I was so mad I cried.  Stupid computers, so untrustworthy.  But, alas, I have learned my lesson!  Keep all my files backed up on more than one computer!  And don't trust CD's!!!  I had spent a very long time backing up all my photos and work onto CD's and it didn't work.  I finalized everything too, but I guess the hard drive was so messed up that it just didn't work.  BOO!&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are going to be fun this year, with the lack of money we probably won't be doing much, certainly since Christopher only has about a month left at Deluxe and no idea if they are wanting to hire him full time or if not, if Sage Staffing has another position for him. &lt;br /&gt;My job stuff has been stressful, I really don't like working at the book store and it isn't helping me with being behind on my school work.  I have been debating if I want to quit or not, or if Christopher would let me.  I've applied for some photography positions but nothing.  I'm still working for Phil, and I am still taking his photography classes.  But alas, that doesn't seem to be enough, I need a better camera before I can do anything else. &lt;br /&gt;Isaac is getting really big.  He's running full speed now, climbing all over everything AND is trying to learn how to jump.  He is saying a lot of words now... Well sort of, more like he mumbles them.  Kitty, doggie, thankee, baba, gaaaaa maaa, daddeee, mom, stinky, he's said shit and god dammit a few times.. no thanks to me and my dad.  He seems to be understanding a lot of what we say to him, when he feels like it he seems to follow instructions really well.  He knows how to fasten himself into his booster seat, pull his arms thru his sleeves and pull up his pants on his own.  He is getting interested in the potty a little AND he says stinky after he's pooped... Most of the time.  He's learning that telling us leads to a diaper change and any one who knows Isaac well enough knows that he sure the heck doesn't like that!  He knows how to throw garbage in the trash, he's learning how to drink from a cup and help us clean the house.  YAY!  HELP!  =)    He is definately growing out of most of his toys, which is okay gives us enough to get for him for Christmas!  He's becoming very socialble and loves going to the mall and wal mart and all his play dates.  He's in love with watching T.V.  not too good on my part but at least it's something to keep him entertained when the weather is bad or maybe if he or I are sick or something.  My Mom got him to watch that new Tinkerbell movie yesterday with her, and in the evenings now he watches Hannah Montana and The Suite Life of Zack and Cody instead of the Muppets.  THANK GOODNESS!  He is starting to show a disinterest in his bottle too, he more hugs it at night than drinks from it, so I am thinking he is getting ready for it to not be around at all. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, Office is done, so that means school work time.  Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7073050233622611179?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7073050233622611179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7073050233622611179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7073050233622611179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7073050233622611179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-flew.html' title='Time flew!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-637481404957740218</id><published>2008-10-15T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:17:14.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I Have Learned While Making Costumes</title><content type='html'>1. Don't wait until three weeks before the costume needs to be made.&lt;br /&gt;2. Using odd and random patterns via the Internet, just does not work!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Measuring properly would help, don't just guess with a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Cut even, or you are going to regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Neck hems first, not last.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Do not allow dogs in room while sewing, he might lay his fat butt on the machine pedal and almost take your finger with it.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I SUCK AT SEWING.&lt;br /&gt;8.  When making a mask and the directions tells you to use a certain clay... Damn it use that clay.  There is a reason for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costumes are actually looking pretty darn good.  I will have pictures up by Monday.  Ani-Magic is this weekend.  Things are looking good!  Isaac and Kyle are going as the same character but they look a little different.  I can't wait to see how cute it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good rest of week and a great weekend!  &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-637481404957740218?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/637481404957740218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=637481404957740218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/637481404957740218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/637481404957740218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/10/lessons-i-have-learned-while-making.html' title='Lessons I Have Learned While Making Costumes'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7945021792920478103</id><published>2008-09-26T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:28:07.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can happen in a month?</title><content type='html'>A lot, and can I remember it all?  No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Christopher started work and it isn't too bad, he's been there almost three weeks now.  Training was the first two weeks so this week was his first week of real work.  The place is interesting, ran by a bunch of middle aged women who think it's okay to treat the two weeks of training like you are in summer camp.  Pot luck on the last day, along with skits and a mini graduation.  My jaw dropped when Christopher told me this, these are all adults here!  WHY!  Christopher has requested an IPod because its so quiet and dull there, I want to say no, but I can't of course.  I will have to think of something that costs 250 bucks to get me so that we are even.  =D  He's only there until December, I would say the second week in.  So not too long but he's been trying to apply for other things too, wish him luck.&lt;br /&gt;My parents requested for us to start paying rent which is okay.... If the cash aid we were supposed to be getting through the welfare system was actually active.   Yes, they got us thinking we were all good and cool and what happens?  The F*CK with us again.  We get one letter stating "due to changes you are not elligable for cash aid, please contact your case worker"  then not even a week later we get a letter stating "due to changes you will now be recieving $305. " [and some odd change] "instead of your original $212, please contact your case worker" .. Now theres this magic phrase in these two letters "please contact your case worker".  Here's the trick.  I've called a ton of times, never hear from her, get a letter in the mail saying they changed our case worker, I call a ton of times, never hear from her, get ANOTHER letter in the mail saying not only that the case worker has changed again, BUT, [this is where it gets good] I have to go to a meeting on the 2nd of October [which I can not make due to work] to make sure I keep recieving the cash aide that they took away from us almost a month ago.  Do they realize how stupid they are?  The card was turned off a week after we recieved it!!!  We got 300 dollars from them and that was it.  Then they expect ME to go to a freaken meeting about jobs and who knows what else?  NO WAY!  I am seriously about to blow on them, I understand the country is in financial dismay.. I get it.  But, we signed agreements and all this other stuff, they said we were elligable for help for them to turn us away after a week?!?!?   I hope our medi-cal still works, or all hell will break loose!&lt;br /&gt;On to other news, ever since Christopher went back to work, Isaac has been H E L L!!!  This kid has had tantrums like I've ever seen before, his sleeping was terrible, fought naps, etc etc.  So this week after he woke us up at 430 in the morning and screamed until I pulled him out of bed at 6 and that when he fought his first nap AND refused to take a second one that it was time to change his schedule up a little bit.  One nap during the day, I don't care if he sleeps for three hours, but its one nap and one nap only.  If that means I have to take him out and about every morning and every afternoon, so be it.  I honestly didn't think it was going to work.. But it did!!!  He doesn't fight his nap any more, and he usually sleeps for about 2 hours, and he willingly goes to bed at night.  Now if I can only work on his tantrums and his poor eating habits he's oddly enough, picked up the last month or so I will be good.  I've got him on a nice evening routine that I wish Christopher will keep up with on the weekends when I'm out late working... After dinner is bath time, then there play time/tv time, outside/walk time, a little more play time inside, brush teeth, sit on his potty, saying good night to every one, then going to bed.  It works for me!  His talking is getting better, lots more babble but some real words are coming out here and there.  I've taught him how to throw things in the trash can, he gets really excited about that, certainly if its his dirty diapers haha.  He got his first computer this week, its a VTech tote and something or other.  It's 15 dollars at Wal*Mart and it has all these cool educational games on it and such, I know he's too young to actually play the games, BUT, it keeps him from wanting to play with the real computers and it distracts him while I make his meals!  Speaking of toys, this kid is growing out of them so fast its putting us in a bad situation... Will he make it to Christmas?  Probably not.  =(  He's getting really big.  I'm putting money down that he's almost 30 pounds if not already 30 pounds.  Big boy, very soon he will be moving up from a car seat to a booster seat!  Crazy!!  We are hoping to have his 2nd birthday at the L.A. Zoo.. Wouldn't that be super fun??  I think he would love that!&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, on to me.  Boring yah yah I know.  I started back at ITT, and alas, they have already pissed me off.  Plus they gave me Economics as my first class, and thats a total bore to me.  I've still been doing weddings for Phil and this last weekend he even let me help come up with poses!  So exciting!! I have another one tomorrow.  He also wants me to use some of my marketing skills and come up with some eye catchers for his booth at the wedding expo in January.  I have a few ideas, and I have to remember to write them down or I will forget!  Still working at the bookstore in Palmdale.. don't really like it that much, but it's work.  Kiddie Kandids is hiring temporary workers for November and December for that Christmas/Holiday rush.  That would put some really good experience on my plate!  Wish me luck!  Isaac and my brother Kyle are bothing going to Ani-Magic as Ichigo from an anime called Bleach so while Kyle is working on the masks I am making their Kimonos.  Scary, I've never really sewn before, so we will see how badly they come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe that is it.  have a good weekend all, and I will keep you all updated as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7945021792920478103?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7945021792920478103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7945021792920478103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7945021792920478103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7945021792920478103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-can-happen-in-month.html' title='What can happen in a month?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-120845921573371370</id><published>2008-08-28T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:38:33.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the very late update.  Nothing really interesting has happened.&lt;br /&gt;I have been working at the bookstore and I did one more wedding for Phil, and he hasn't called me since.  I start back to school on the 8th and have been fighting to get all my paperwork done due to a lazy rep [she tends to get back to me with in about 4-7 days] a lack of a good internet connection, and of course a screaming toddler who likes to refuse naps!&lt;br /&gt;Christopher starts to work right around the time I start back to school... It's a temp job but it's better than nothing!  We finally got approved for cash aid and Medi-Cal.  Our medi-cal starts on the first.  We have a lot of doctor visits coming up, hah.&lt;br /&gt;The fair was this week, so my whole family decided to go.  It was a lot of fun!  Isaac loved the animals!!!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that life is going on!   Have a good one all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-120845921573371370?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/120845921573371370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=120845921573371370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/120845921573371370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/120845921573371370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6697379680714243891</id><published>2008-08-04T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:18:51.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working = sick</title><content type='html'>So a week after I start working I get sick.  Go figure!  What makes it even more depressing, I get it on my birthday AND the last day of my photography class so I was pretty miserable.  BUT I did get some more good news at my last photography class!!  He wanted to have me assist him at two weddings on the 9th!!!  So I'm doing it!  Going to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is sick now too almost a week later, and I'm still not better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's really nothing going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start potty training Isaac very soon though, he is definately showing signs that he's ready.  Wish me luck!!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6697379680714243891?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6697379680714243891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6697379680714243891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6697379680714243891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6697379680714243891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/08/working-sick.html' title='Working = sick'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6658953496902409419</id><published>2008-07-22T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:24:44.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work?!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SIaUNZprcFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e9W4uiItTdg/s1600-h/100_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226027375554949202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SIaUNZprcFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e9W4uiItTdg/s400/100_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SIaUN868woI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4ZSN-VebdcI/s1600-h/100_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226027385022628482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SIaUN868woI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4ZSN-VebdcI/s400/100_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isaac playing with the ducks at Apollo Park, and then Isaac hanging out with a sleeping Daddy! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally got a little bit of work!  I will be working for my friend Roshelle at her bookstore a few days a week until I can find something else.  Plus Christopher should be getting unemployment very soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isaac had fun at this weeks playdate [which I can't find the pictures for]... We went to Lancaster City Park and played with chalk!  He came home a few different colors but all went well!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that, it's still job searching and making a few bucks here and there.  We went to go see The Dark Knight on Friday, let me say that it is AWESOME!  I loved it.  I've liked all the batman movies but was never a really big fan.  I wasn't too impressed with Christain Bale during the first Batman movie he did, but after watching a few other movies with him in it [including the one where he's a magician - which is really good] and up to The Dark Knight.  I've gotten to like him and his acting.  He makes one hell of a batman, probably my favorite out of all of them!  .... Plus he's better looking too.  =D  So for any of you who haven't gone to go see it yet, go!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6658953496902409419?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6658953496902409419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6658953496902409419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6658953496902409419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6658953496902409419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/07/work.html' title='Work?!!?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SIaUNZprcFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e9W4uiItTdg/s72-c/100_1338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-4813665799720911347</id><published>2008-07-15T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:30:20.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHzoaEoAuLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/M-djMEMInrU/s1600-h/100_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223305202458736818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHzoaEoAuLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/M-djMEMInrU/s400/100_1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHzoaVkbAiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mGvMez16xmE/s1600-h/100_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223305207007085090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHzoaVkbAiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mGvMez16xmE/s400/100_1317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHzoa7WCZPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pivWWNXACJM/s1600-h/100_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223305217147299058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHzoa7WCZPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pivWWNXACJM/s400/100_1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one was my assignment last week for my photo class.  Sunsets!!  Since my camera isn't too good for this.. that was the best picture which shockingly turned out pretty good!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second one wasn't for fun, this idiot parked his car right up against mine and just left it there.  There was no damage but I needed to take a picture for my records of STUPID PEOPLE.  How can you not tell you hit the car?  If there was damage he would have been in deep trouble.  I would have reported a hit and run.  But my car being the cheap plastic molding it is... No damage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third one is a funny one.  A neighbor this week gave Isaac a cute little lawn chair to sit in and Felix decided to call it his own.  This goofy little cat took it to the extreme when playing in it.  It was too cute to miss.  He was watching Isaac across the room... From under the chair.. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any ways, been doing some job searching and applying to Welfare again...  This time we talked to someone well.... sort of.. Who wasn't a complete moron.  This time we can properly apply and technically consider ourselves homeless that way we can get emergency housing.  It's not lieing either I guess since we aren't paying rent and don't own the place so we can be kicked out at any time type of situation.   I don't like the idea but if thats what we are.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our bank has been calling me multiple times a day now, ctrying to collect money we do not have.  Joy.  I haven't answered yet though, what am I going to tell them. You can't have money we don't have?  They won't believe us like all bill collectors are told to do and what of it?  Arguments?  I've had my share!  Thanks.  I think I will just miss those calls.  When we get money, they can have it!  But we don't have any.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a complete breakdown last week too.  I took it all out on Christopher and totally had like a moment where I was completely nuts.  I went into a cry fest and then I've been feeling better ever since.  I just needed to get it out I guess.  I definately don't want to do that again though. It wasn't fun for any one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am officially [or so I believe] a board member for Ani-Magic this year.  I've been wanting this position for a while now, so I am glad to have it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of us are still looking for jobs, I am applying for a photography job as soon as my Dad corrects my resume and sends it back... I would love to have that position!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polly_Adler"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polly_Adler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading a book called Mistresses of Mayhem.  This is the first woman in the book.  Big scary woman, I know I wouldn't have wanted to cross her path.  A lot of the women are very interesting reads though!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will probably post one every time I post a blog because its very interesting history of what a woman can do [don't cross us dammit!].  Some of these woman are just completely disgusting and insane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't started the finishing process of weaning Isaac off the bottle.  I really should do it though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac is learning how to climb on things very well and is very close to talking.  Other than that he's been a good lil' one with the daily tantrums like usual.  With his new sleeping pattern though, the tantrums have gone down but during the afternoon I have to take him somewhere or he gets into loads of trouble.. and frankly I just get bored!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-4813665799720911347?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/4813665799720911347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=4813665799720911347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4813665799720911347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4813665799720911347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-week.html' title='Busy week'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHzoaEoAuLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/M-djMEMInrU/s72-c/100_1308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-344726063926862022</id><published>2008-07-09T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:32:49.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHTYvHoMmTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cgxwjWnsLpo/s1600-h/136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221036172042344754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHTYvHoMmTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cgxwjWnsLpo/s400/136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHTYv41wFiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Joiz7_vl0IU/s1600-h/137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221036185252533794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHTYv41wFiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Joiz7_vl0IU/s400/137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHTYwjddovI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lBgrYj0ZjJg/s1600-h/138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221036196693385970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHTYwjddovI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lBgrYj0ZjJg/s400/138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are my latest photos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Monday we took Isaac to DryTown Water Park.  He had so much fun!!  We both got a nice tan!!  Thanks Katie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days have been slow.. and hot.  Still no jobs and the only phone calls we get any more is from people who want our money.  Its getting really bad.  I'm having nightmares about creditors taking our stuff away to pay bills... =(  There has to be something out here for us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-344726063926862022?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/344726063926862022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=344726063926862022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/344726063926862022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/344726063926862022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/07/those-are-my-latest-photos-so-monday-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHTYvHoMmTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cgxwjWnsLpo/s72-c/136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-8990846488204917424</id><published>2008-07-05T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:23:06.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHAql5qOmwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MABtsMHK6io/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219718798743870210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHAql5qOmwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MABtsMHK6io/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHAqmOWmLSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8BsmPH2g5vY/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219718804298673442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHAqmOWmLSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8BsmPH2g5vY/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHAqmcqotEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vZrPFzWbaDE/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219718808140821570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHAqmcqotEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vZrPFzWbaDE/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHAqmQqzFyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vGI4rxtAkH8/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219718804920276770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHAqmQqzFyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vGI4rxtAkH8/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They turned out good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Isaac had a good time yesterday, he went swimming three times!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting Monday, I will be starting to finish weaning Isaac off the bottle.  I already took his bouncer apart and put it into storage.  The way I'm doing it is a little different than I planned...  I want him used to going to bed with out a bottle before I take the others away.. I'm trying to figure out what I can flavor his water with to get him to drink water out of a sippy cup... Any ideas??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read that one of the reasons Isaac wakes up so early in the morning is because we are letting him nap too much &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; letting him go to bed too late, along with his afternoon nap is too late.  So we are going to try and put him to bed at 7:30 instead of 8, only let him sleep and hour for each nap and eventually see if he will nap a little earlier in the day or even get to taking one 2 hour nap in the middle of the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie is paying for us to go to a playdate at the waterpark on Monday, I can't wait to take Isaac!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-8990846488204917424?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/8990846488204917424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=8990846488204917424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8990846488204917424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8990846488204917424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-turned-out-good-so-isaac-had-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SHAql5qOmwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MABtsMHK6io/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-9042912199653232291</id><published>2008-07-03T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:24:14.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Theres nothing better than having Celicity playing the same demo track on the keyboard over and over &lt;em&gt;while&lt;/em&gt; your husband play the first part of chopsticks on the keyboard over and over &lt;em&gt;while&lt;/em&gt; your 1 year old bangs his hands and feet on the highest keys possible on the keyboard over and over..... and over............. It's not a quiet afternoon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Celicity left for the last day, she threw a giant tantrum.  I understand that she likes it over here, but she just can't stay here forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner this evening, Isaac was in such a good mood that he decided to show us a new dance.  Usually his dance consists of him swaying back and forth or holding onto something while he shakes his head back and forth or up and down.  Tonight he decided to show us his foot dance to where he shows off his biggest smile and begins to run in place! I couldn't help but to die laughing, it's the cutest thing I have ever seen him do.  I wish I had the video camera out for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, have a good 4th, be safe and hopefully if everything works out right I am going ot expiriment with my Dads expensive camera and try to get some good shots of the fireworks. I will post them tomorrow if I get any good ones.  [its an assignment for the photo class I'm taking].  Have fun everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-9042912199653232291?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/9042912199653232291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=9042912199653232291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/9042912199653232291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/9042912199653232291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-nothing-better-than-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-9021493412347172676</id><published>2008-07-02T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:10:03.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGxPjjWe5rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hel4f3hilSU/s1600-h/134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218633540419118770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGxPjjWe5rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hel4f3hilSU/s400/134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGxPkNaO-1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/rI4Wo8E_oco/s1600-h/135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218633551709141842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGxPkNaO-1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/rI4Wo8E_oco/s400/135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top one is Celicity. I don't like how the photo turned out though, it looks like I took it with my phone &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second one is a film strip of Felix, haha.... silly cat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any ways, the photography class is really cool, I think I might learn a lot.  I actually had a pretty good camera compared to the others, except the teacher who owns a couple of $2K+ digital slr cameras.  *Jealous*  But he's also been into photography since the 1970's !!!  I'm really looking forward to the rest of the classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took Isaac and Celicity to the park today for a playdate and it turned out really well.  Everyone, of course, loves Isaac.  It's just so funny.  That boy just eats all that attention up.  That's going to be bad when he gets older, I can see it already.  Poor kids going to be exhausted by the end of the week, hmm.  Maybe a day to sleep in is coming =)  If I don't post anything tomorrow, have a happy and safe 4th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-9021493412347172676?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/9021493412347172676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=9021493412347172676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/9021493412347172676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/9021493412347172676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/07/second-one-is-film-strip-of-felix-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGxPjjWe5rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hel4f3hilSU/s72-c/134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1753992923406442794</id><published>2008-07-01T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:54:56.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGpTCT4vxzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/42lkPSRcqzU/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218074417425270578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGpTCT4vxzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/42lkPSRcqzU/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't mind me if I don't post much this week... I am watching Celicity all week and when she goes home and Isaac goes to bed. I sit in a coma until bed time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow night I start my photography classes, I'm really looking forward to it.. But I swear I'm going to get laughed at with the camera I use. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above is my newest .... what ever on photoshop.  It's just a simple picture of a flower that I converted into Line Art [the stuff you find in coloring books], then I digitally colored it and added the odd background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1753992923406442794?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1753992923406442794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1753992923406442794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1753992923406442794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1753992923406442794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-mind-me-if-i-dont-post-much-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGpTCT4vxzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/42lkPSRcqzU/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7359320831826803463</id><published>2008-06-27T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:15:53.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGWecP-rn8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/UCz33oA98lI/s1600-h/130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216749951541551042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGWecP-rn8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/UCz33oA98lI/s400/130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGWecQXeQhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tRVH_93HnMk/s1600-h/132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216749951645532690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGWecQXeQhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tRVH_93HnMk/s400/132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGWec-0inbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2fsLqLOKIA8/s1600-h/133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216749964115484082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGWec-0inbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2fsLqLOKIA8/s400/133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stress relief... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7359320831826803463?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7359320831826803463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7359320831826803463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7359320831826803463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7359320831826803463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-stress-relief.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SGWecP-rn8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/UCz33oA98lI/s72-c/130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1967286126870224953</id><published>2008-06-26T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:45:31.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just doesn't seem fair...</title><content type='html'>Yah, I'm getting so frustrated and angry... No job offers.  NOTHING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem fair that I've been sitting here waiting and waiting for one of the oooh 100 places [I swear its that much!!], that I've applied to!  I just don't get it!  Is there something wrong with us?  Are we doing something wrong?  Do we have not enough experience?  Too much experience?  I just want to scream I am so mad.  It just makes no sense at how bad luck we are getting.  I'm thinking it's almost time to start applying for places in Valencia and Santa Clarita just because I'm getting desperate. &lt;br /&gt;I'm literally at my wits end with this.. I don't know what else to do.  I can't sleep well or concentrate on any thing right now.  What if we never find jobs?  What if we are stuck in this rut for another month or two months or even three?  Are we going to have to file bankruptcy? &lt;br /&gt;I just can't keep going like this, I'm feeling depressed and lost, and well frustrated.  I don't know what to do any more!&lt;br /&gt;What's going to happen if my parents can't afford to pay for everything any more?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I feel like crying.  I feel like crap.  It sucks! &lt;br /&gt;I mean I feel lucky that we have my parents.. but what if we had no where to stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to go to bed now.  =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1967286126870224953?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1967286126870224953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1967286126870224953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1967286126870224953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1967286126870224953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-doesnt-seem-fair.html' title='Just doesn&apos;t seem fair...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-2866104926430892272</id><published>2008-06-25T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:39:34.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The play date was a lot of fun!  Kayleb is getting so big, but, he's teaching Isaac some bad things.  Like how to climb onto the couch or onto the dinner table chairs. &lt;br /&gt;Isaac hasn't slept much today, which makes life hard haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for 4 different jobs today, Staples, 2 different jobs at Claim Jumpers, and Ginza Japanese Restaurant... Maybe &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; will call me back, sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;Christopher has applied for many more than I have.... plus unnemployment.. So we will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-2866104926430892272?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/2866104926430892272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=2866104926430892272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/2866104926430892272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/2866104926430892272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/play-date-was-lot-of-fun-kayleb-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-5551739297104258769</id><published>2008-06-24T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:29:51.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks Melynda for the comment!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Isaac had a good pediatrician visit.  Other than the 45 bucks it cost my Mom, the doc said Isaac looks good, and to keep him on that fruit diet!  Isaac is almost 25 pounds now, but I think the slower weight gain is due to him growing like a bean sprout... I give him another year before he passes me up!! Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac has a play date tomorrow with Kayleb then over the weekend I'm taking him to the Water Park with Kayleb... erh well.. Let me rephrase that.. Katie is taking us.. Since I'm too poor to even afford a trip to the local water park.  I just have to make sure Isaac drinks a billion gallons of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no luck with the job search... I just can't believe that out of all those places I applied that &lt;em&gt;none&lt;/em&gt; of them are interested in me!&lt;br /&gt;ITT Tech finally called me back... Just to ask if the recruiter person who is supposed to re sign me up called me.. Of course not!  Other wise I'd be enrolled, duh.  So he said he will send out another e-mail and all that and if I don't hear from them to call him back.  I don't understand why he can't just e-mail me the freaken paper work.. It's not that hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-5551739297104258769?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/5551739297104258769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=5551739297104258769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5551739297104258769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5551739297104258769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-melynda-for-comment-yes-isaac.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-4246106707324462402</id><published>2008-06-23T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:06:04.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isaac seems to be completely back to normal... We started today off with a nice giant tantrum.. just because I needed to pee.  &gt;_&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was an okay day, went by pretty smoothly.. We had to miss a playdate though.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac has his check up appointment tomorrow with his pediatrician. But I am sure he is going to say Isaac is all good.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Isaac will be feeling better enough with in the next few days to do another photoshoot with me, I have run out of things to do in photoshop!  Gggrrr &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-4246106707324462402?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/4246106707324462402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=4246106707324462402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4246106707324462402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4246106707324462402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/isaac-seems-to-be-completely-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-8276199244602034798</id><published>2008-06-22T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:37:51.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeeellll.... It seems I am going to have to slow down on his bottle weaning for a little while....  We had to take Isaac to the Emergency room today.  He woke up this morning very lethargic.  After his vomit fit the other night, he got really dehydrated.  I've never had such a more stressful time at the Emergency room.  They wanted to take blood from Isaac and put in an I.V. to make sure he got enough fluids and they couldn't get into his veins properly, so yes not only did he scream bloody murder and make every person for a hundred miles nervous but now he's got bruises all over from those evil poking needles.  After a while they finally got the blood and the I.V. in.  With a little nap he was back to himself... Even though he gave every one a hard time the nurses just loved him!  One of the nurses gave Isaac some pedialite and with in... oh two hours?  Maybe a little more Isaac had a massive diaper explosion.. No more constipation... The two weeks of hard work on that dumb diet that didn't work for Isaac to have 8 ounces of pedialite..... GAH... So we are going to go back to the fruit diet and see what happens... If he goes back to the constipation I am going to go get him some pedialite and see what happens [it might have been from the Split Pea soup too... Not too sure yet =) ].  &lt;em&gt;Something&lt;/em&gt; worked.&lt;br /&gt;The hospital made us apply for Medi-Cal for Isaac, even though we were told we couldn't get it... So maybe with the aid of the hospital we can get it.&lt;br /&gt;As of right now Isaac is completely back to normal... Except a little tired from the lack of naps today, but we have to call his Pediatrician tomorrow and make a follow up appointment and they told me that if Isaac gets sick again to take him right back to the Emergency room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now... I think I am going to put Isaac to bed and go pass out in front of the television!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-8276199244602034798?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/8276199244602034798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=8276199244602034798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8276199244602034798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8276199244602034798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/weeeeellll.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1854456138612354539</id><published>2008-06-21T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:04:13.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 48 - He screamed again, but it was only 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Isaac ended up really sick last night, around 1AM he started throwing up... Poor kid.  We didn't get back to sleep until around 4AM.  He seems better today.. but me and Christopher are exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;We took Isaac swimming today, he had a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1854456138612354539?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1854456138612354539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1854456138612354539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1854456138612354539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1854456138612354539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-48-he-screamed-again-but-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7230936088364268276</id><published>2008-06-20T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:10:44.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 47 - HE SCREAMED!! For about 15 minutes and went to sleep.  I knew it was going to be like this... His precious nap time bottles.  Sheesh.  It definately felt like more than 15 minutes.  Hopefully a few more days of this and it will be time to tackle that afternoon nap time bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't heard from ANY of the places I applied to.  I just can't believe it!  It makes me think that there's something wrong with me!&lt;br /&gt;Christopher has to talk to his parents tomorrow about borrow about 300 $ so that he can get his guard card, since there are no options left for him any more. &lt;br /&gt;It's so depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is really starting to climb now, it's scary!!  I can't leave him alone for a second!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7230936088364268276?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7230936088364268276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7230936088364268276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7230936088364268276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7230936088364268276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-47-he-screamed-for-about-15-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-994594930045979422</id><published>2008-06-19T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:35:03.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 46 - So Isaac isn't allowed to have a water bottle in the morning any more, and no more bottle at his first nap time either... He cried for oooh, fifteen minutes and he got over it.  I am assuming it's going to be that way for a few days, once that is calmed down it will be time to take away the afternoon water bottle.  Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christopher went to that job fair thing out in Pearblossom today and they are looking for more... blue collar, rough outside type people for that job.  Christopher said he didn't fit in out there at all.  They were all dressed in work boots and jeans, haha.  I  think he talked to his parents about getting his guard card.  Hopefully that will work out, because there isn't much left to apply for.  I just can't believe at how frustrating this is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-994594930045979422?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/994594930045979422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=994594930045979422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/994594930045979422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/994594930045979422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-46-so-isaac-isnt-allowed-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7212196049131493674</id><published>2008-06-18T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:36:04.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day - 44/45 - Its been about the same... Tomorrow, though, one of his nap time bottles is gone.  Time to learn how to fall asleep with out the comfort of a bottle.  This is the super tough part but it has to be done. &lt;br /&gt;Isaac is now learning how to talk into the phone, how to put his shaped blocks into the proper hole [or cheat and just take the top off put the block in and close it again], how to carry heavier/bigger objects around the house, play the tambourine [yes, my mom thought it would be cute to buy a 14 month old a freaken tambourine], hit the dog with his toy baseball bat, and lastly HOW TO CLIMB!  Yes, he can get off the couch himself but he's been trying to get on the couch too, and I've become his personal jungle gym. &lt;br /&gt;We had a fun trip to the mall today, we didn't use the stroller - only his backpack leash thing - and he behaved!! Mostly!  He had a fit when we had to part him from the water fountain and the car ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher is going out to Pearblossom tomorrow for a job interview, I hope he gets this one. &lt;br /&gt;I still haven't heard back from ANY ONE!  It's frustrating, I wish we had the bookstore back.  It's times like these that I miss it a lot.  =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7212196049131493674?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7212196049131493674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7212196049131493674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7212196049131493674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7212196049131493674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-4445-its-been-about-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1815665188296996396</id><published>2008-06-16T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:55:38.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 43 - I tried to cut out that darn bottle of water he drinks in the afternoon... It lasted until about 2 when he screamed so much I couldn't handle it any more.  Tonight though... He's only getting one bottle of water... I couldn't believe the amount of pee that was in his diaper after 2 hours of sleeping last night.  Tomorrow I am going to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't so darn hot outside I would have taken him out to play or even taken somewhere else, like that mall or something, but I didn't want to take him out there.  What am I going to do this summer?  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for Red Robin today for a waitress job.  That would be a cool place to work!  I hope they call me soon! &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of jobs, Christopher went over to meet that one lady again... She flaked.  I was so mad.  I honestly didn't want Christopher working a night shift but it was better than nothing!  But for goodness sake, how ride that woman was to do this twice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1815665188296996396?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1815665188296996396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1815665188296996396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1815665188296996396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1815665188296996396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-43-i-tried-to-cut-out-that-darn.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-4916070570165809848</id><published>2008-06-15T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:57:00.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SFXIRAnY9AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DwJTn6bleWI/s1600-h/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212292338299761666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SFXIRAnY9AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DwJTn6bleWI/s400/125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 42 - Less and less water bottles.... I am hoping with in the next week or two there will be no more all together and I can throw away those stupid things. SIPPY CUPS ONLY! Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac played in the pool with daddy today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-4916070570165809848?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/4916070570165809848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=4916070570165809848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4916070570165809848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4916070570165809848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-42-less-and-less-water-bottles.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SFXIRAnY9AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DwJTn6bleWI/s72-c/125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-7214564814117578901</id><published>2008-06-15T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:50:46.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SFU6OveGmAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qIcUkIkhH0g/s1600-h/124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212136168686524418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SFU6OveGmAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qIcUkIkhH0g/s400/124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is my best yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-7214564814117578901?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/7214564814117578901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=7214564814117578901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7214564814117578901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/7214564814117578901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SFU6OveGmAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qIcUkIkhH0g/s72-c/124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6689504032664954424</id><published>2008-06-14T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:26:05.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 41 - Going strong!  Isaac definately doesn't like drinking water out of a sippy cup much.  No shocker, though, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an Ani-Magic meeting tonight [yes I decided to stay with it this year].  Things look good and bad.  Normal for this time of year.  Now I have to start really getting at working on my stuff.  HURRAY!  More things to add to my busy life.  Nah, I don't mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6689504032664954424?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6689504032664954424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6689504032664954424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6689504032664954424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6689504032664954424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-41-going-strong-isaac-definately.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-4748911625276838475</id><published>2008-06-14T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:52:18.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 40!!!   He's getting better and better every day, still no more formula and we are trying to get him more interested in the sippy.  Which, wasn't too hard since he already liked it a lot.  I just need to get him to take water in it.  Maybe if it's really really cold!&lt;br /&gt;Isaac's whole sleeping pattern was way off, he needs to realize if he's going to get up at 5AM that he's going to be tired.  He was so grumpy that I just couldn't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for the Ross job... Had a group interview and he didn't seem to be very pleased with my answers.. Or well me at all.  I was dressed really nice, my hair was nice, I smiled the whole time, I only stuttered twice and I thought my answers were better than the girls next to me. &lt;br /&gt;Question - Who do you think is the hardest worker you know?  Her answer - Me.  In fact any question he asked she was  ME ME ME ME ME. I am better than all of you, kind of answers and she laughed a lot at the poor Philipinno couple who barely spoke english who answered the questions funny.  I was quite annoyed with her, but I'm the one that the interviewer didn't seem interested in.  Makes no sense to me.  I better get this job.  That's all I have to say.  He told us that they can call us Monday or up to two weeks.  TWO WEEKS!?!?  I guess that means they've already talked to a lot of people.  Wonderful.  Makes me feel really confident!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-4748911625276838475?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/4748911625276838475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=4748911625276838475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4748911625276838475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4748911625276838475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-40-hes-getting-better-and-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1250360171829383204</id><published>2008-06-12T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:53:37.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 38/39 - Yesterday morning he whined for less than a minute then this morning he didn't whine at all.  NO MORE FORMULA!  I wish that every kid was this easy to wean off. HAHA.  Next week the first set of water bottles go and he's just going to have to get used to having the sippy more often.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac was having issues again this morning with him going poop but it seems to be fine now, I don't understand, he's eating nothing but high fiber and water content fruit!  Why is it still so solid!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christopher went to that interview yesterday and the lady never showed up.  Yep, never did.  How ride is that, she didn't even answer her phone or anything.... well he finially got a hold of her today and she made this big long excuse about losing her phone and then the computer crashing and all these excuses that ... well that sounded a bit like BS to me.  She told him they will meet up on Monday, so we will see if she flakes on him or not.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to pass on that babysitting job, she wasn't going to be able to pay enough for the hours I was going to work.  Too bad, she really seemed like a really nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a job fair thing for a new clothing store opening in Palmdale so I am going over there tomorrow and applying for that, since the hotel people NEVER CALLED ME!  Jerks.  &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1250360171829383204?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1250360171829383204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1250360171829383204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1250360171829383204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1250360171829383204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-3839-yesterday-morning-he-whined.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3665095807054298547</id><published>2008-06-11T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:16:47.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 37 - He cried for less than a minute and then got over it!!&lt;br /&gt;He was generally in a foul mood, I don't know if it was the weaning, the diet, lack of sleep or all put together. But he drove me nuts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher has in interview tomorrow for an over night job at some sort of safe house as a counsellor or something. Sounds like a boring job, but what ever it's money.&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview for a babysitting job on Thursday, it doesn't pay much for now but it's better than nothing. This will be a good job for me since I can take Isaac with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again ITT has screwed me over, since I took some time off I figured if I didn't go back by Sept. that I would have to start paying my loans back, which was understandable but me and Christopher had decided that I should finish my degree. Well, Sallie Mae [my student loan people] called me and said that I should have started paying them 6 months ago!  ITT hasn't had me on their records as going to school in over a year!  WHAT THE HELL!!  So I have to call them and tell at them.  Well I would love to yell at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into an old P.E. teacher from High School at the gym... He was probably so shocked to see me of all people working out haha the laziest person in his classes,  haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3665095807054298547?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3665095807054298547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3665095807054298547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3665095807054298547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3665095807054298547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-37-he-cried-for-less-than-minute.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-8377218110916533913</id><published>2008-06-09T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:37:46.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 35/36 - Yesterday went okay I guess. I don't know. He was with his Grandparents again while I worked the last day of the open house. Today on the other hand was the first day that I took his morning bottle away from him, he only cried for about 2 minutes before taking something else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, still no word from the hotel.  I am so mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-8377218110916533913?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/8377218110916533913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=8377218110916533913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8377218110916533913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8377218110916533913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-3536-yesterday-went-okay-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1695112367395188103</id><published>2008-06-07T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:11:19.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEs-lwEuj_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7LUbtFAR0NY/s1600-h/100_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209326212264923122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEs-lwEuj_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7LUbtFAR0NY/s400/100_1160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEs-mthJEjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9W7lbBkp8MA/s1600-h/100_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209326228758663730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEs-mthJEjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9W7lbBkp8MA/s400/100_1161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEs-nGFb6_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/HaFu0pZXEyg/s1600-h/100_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209326235353345010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEs-nGFb6_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/HaFu0pZXEyg/s400/100_1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I had to deal with when I came to my open house today.  I was warned that this certain neighborhood is relaly bad and that I shouldn't stay there by myself so the realitor in charge had me switch with another guy.  I guess she had the cops show up and everything.  It's really sad at how far people will go to amuse themselves.  Who ever ends up buying this house has so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 34 - I have no idea!  Isaac stayed with Christopher's Mom today so I have no idea how he was or if she even liestened to me about the no milk in bottle and the strict fruit diet.  &lt;br /&gt;Now I remember why I didn't want to work, I am such a nervous non trusting person haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no word from Hampton Inn, I'm getting really irritated.  I really hope that there wasn't something on my background check that they didn't like.  That scares me.  If I don't hear from them by Monday I am going to start applying to other places.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1695112367395188103?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1695112367395188103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1695112367395188103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1695112367395188103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1695112367395188103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-what-i-had-to-deal-with-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEs-lwEuj_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7LUbtFAR0NY/s72-c/100_1160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-8064089788977818442</id><published>2008-06-06T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:08:54.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 33 - It's... well.. going.&lt;br /&gt;we had to take Isaac to the doctors today because he was so constipated that he couldn't go at all.  We go to find out we are feeding him too many carbs and starches.  The doctor told us that he has to go on a fruit/veg diet for the next few weeks.  He's still allowed to have crackers and pasta and cheese here and there, but not much.  After about two weeks we can start slowly giving him the cheese and pastas and stuff, see what the balance is for him.  Poor kid was miserable today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did some research on that company Christopher got hired at, thanks to a friend who mentioned that it was a fraud company.  It was!!  They've been sued by state attourneys and lossed in multiple states and sued by the labor board!!  So he spent the day applying to a bunch of jobs and he is going to tell this company that he got a better offer.  I figured it was too good to be true.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both working Open Houses this weekend so Isaac is spending the weekend with Christopher's parents.  They are going to hate me because I have such a strict diet for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Hampton Inn would call me.  &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-8064089788977818442?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/8064089788977818442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=8064089788977818442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8064089788977818442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8064089788977818442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-33-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1817409770144982028</id><published>2008-06-05T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:19:51.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEi5qjTcheI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Hdz0pLfudL0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208617109736424930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEi5qjTcheI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Hdz0pLfudL0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEi5qzTchfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/s6S3WWR-xoY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208617114031392242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEi5qzTchfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/s6S3WWR-xoY/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEi5rDTchgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hYoz91q-M0M/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208617118326359554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEi5rDTchgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hYoz91q-M0M/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEi5rTTchhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mCTcE-1KM9s/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208617122621326866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEi5rTTchhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mCTcE-1KM9s/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo shoot fun!  I love how these turned out.  The only thing I need to work on is lighting at the top of his head, it came out shadowed and dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 32 - Doing good, a little grumpy in the afternoon but not too bad.  We headed home today from house sitting Christopher's parents house.  Isaac seems to be very glad to be home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher called a job add in the penny saver this morning and he got an interview this evening... and he got the job.  It's a sales job for knives.... expensive knives.  I don't know what else to say, it's all very confusing to me but he seems excited and hey, money is money!&lt;br /&gt;... Now if only Hampton Inn will call me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1817409770144982028?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1817409770144982028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1817409770144982028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1817409770144982028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1817409770144982028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/photo-shoot-fun-i-love-how-these-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEi5qjTcheI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Hdz0pLfudL0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-2997645971153165560</id><published>2008-06-05T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:20:08.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 31 - Doing better, he's back to drinking a lot of water in the bottle but that will change soon enough.  This week has been up and down and next week I can see as being even worse!  Morning bottle is going away.  NO MORE FORMULA IN THE BOTTLE!!! Then it will be time for the bottles to start dissapearing all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really has been happening.  Watched Disturbia and 3:10 to Yuma.  Both SUCKED.  too predicatable, and lame.  A big dissapointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-2997645971153165560?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/2997645971153165560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=2997645971153165560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/2997645971153165560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/2997645971153165560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-31-doing-better-hes-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6581278888751250294</id><published>2008-06-03T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:41:20.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 30!  30 days! And he's almost done!!  He barely has a bottle of water any more only for naps and after dinner, the rest of the time it's sippy cups.  He has one 2 ounce formula bottle in the morning and that's it!  He wasn't fussy today... Just hyper. &lt;br /&gt;We took him to the park and he had so much fun.  He met a friend there and they played the little bell things for a while with each other it was just too cute! &lt;br /&gt;I think after he's weaned off the bottle, it's time for the bouncer to go.  It's on the highest setting and he's still too tall for it.  That's going to be cold turkey though.  HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;AND THEN!!!   Potty training!!!  I'm not going to rush that, when he's ready but I want to have the training potty ready for when he's ready!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6581278888751250294?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6581278888751250294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6581278888751250294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6581278888751250294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6581278888751250294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-30-30-days-and-hes-almost-done-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-905780612715147526</id><published>2008-06-03T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:21:38.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day 29 - HELL! Absolute HELL! I don't think I've heard this kid whine so much during the afternoon. MY GOSH! I can see it already, this week is going to be lots of fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEVg6zTchbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OX-_vhWhDE8/s1600-h/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207675107444295090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEVg6zTchbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OX-_vhWhDE8/s400/115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEVg7DTchcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/l0vzRKieEGY/s1600-h/117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207675111739262402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEVg7DTchcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/l0vzRKieEGY/s400/117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEVg7jTchdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LhZXomq45nY/s1600-h/118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207675120329197010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEVg7jTchdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LhZXomq45nY/s400/118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are my new projects of the day!  The one of Katie and Kayleb is so good I just love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-905780612715147526?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/905780612715147526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=905780612715147526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/905780612715147526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/905780612715147526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-29-hell-absolute-hell-i-dont-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SEVg6zTchbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OX-_vhWhDE8/s72-c/115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-8694928557830435161</id><published>2008-06-01T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:31:21.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 28 - I am assuming his grumpiness is due to sleeping in a different place last night and not a last day of this week I want more bottles than what you have been giving me attitude. He has been in a bad mood... ALL DAY! He slept a little longer for his first nap and went down early for his second. I'm so tired of just listening to him scream all day. I swear my left ear has a permant ring to it now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SENKPDTchYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jMcRrG5lrXc/s1600-h/100_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207087216615785858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SENKPDTchYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jMcRrG5lrXc/s400/100_1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SENKPjTchZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jBAodAYBO6Y/s1600-h/100_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207087225205720466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SENKPjTchZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jBAodAYBO6Y/s400/100_1124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now lets focus on Isaac's hair in first picture. Let's have lunch... IN MY HAIR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW! Let's focus on the dog's fur in the second picture. Yep, lunch was served on the doggie too. With her long thick hair it took me forever to pick everything out of it, and to make it worse... ISAAC DID IT TWICE TODAY! The poor dog needs a bath now because I can't get all the mac N cheese and peas out of her fur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to get Isaac to actually go into his pool today, but then he got distracted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SENLtjTchaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z-NDuQjBvzs/s1600-h/100_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207088840113423778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SENLtjTchaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/z-NDuQjBvzs/s400/100_1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep that's right.... By the BROOM!  He was eyeing that damn pool for 2 days and I finally let him play in it today and what does he do... Oh thanks Mom but no thanks, I think I want to go play with Grampa's old cruddy broom and try to sweep up the leaves on the patio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been an interesting day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it all worse while I was showering today I got shampoo in my eye.  Not normal shampoo either... It had a ton of menthol in it to keep my hair from getting too dry.  I seriously thought I was going to die the pain was so bad.  To make it worse I couldn't wash it out with water... It just made it worse.  So I had to run around with one bright red eye and a very bad burning sensation in my eye all day.  Oh well, the day is almost over.  Dinner was easy, we have a little cleaning up to do and once Isaac is in bed... MOVIE TIME!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy June!  Summer is right around the corner!!  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-8694928557830435161?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/8694928557830435161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=8694928557830435161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8694928557830435161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8694928557830435161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-28-i-am-assuming-his-grumpiness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SENKPDTchYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jMcRrG5lrXc/s72-c/100_1123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-4870007454475247188</id><published>2008-05-31T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:16:59.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 26/27 - Both the same.   Isaac is doing so well!  Next week probably won't be so good, we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really interesting the last few days.  Been slow and boring.  I haven't even opened up photoshop in a few days!  Have a good weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-4870007454475247188?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/4870007454475247188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=4870007454475247188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4870007454475247188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4870007454475247188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-2627-both-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6566635745246813297</id><published>2008-05-29T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:23:46.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 25 - He's almost out of his last can of formula, we aren't buying any more, so if he wants a bottle after this week its regular milk or nothing at all.  He loses another bottle in a few days any ways, that's not going to be very fun.  Certainly since we will be house sitting for Christopher's parents, so we will be in a different place, but he was fine when we went to Vegas so we will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten 1000 hits on my blog now!!  Thanks to all of you guys who read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job interview went well, I think I got the job.  They are doing a back ground check on me and they said the main manager will call me in about a week.  Training will start soon after I am approved from the main manager.  WISH ME LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started an online portfolio for my photography/photoshop stuff.  It's here :  &lt;a href="http://s281.photobucket.com/albums/kk213/Gibson_Photography/"&gt;http://s281.photobucket.com/albums/kk213/Gibson_Photography/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be adding new stuff all the time I hope.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6566635745246813297?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6566635745246813297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6566635745246813297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6566635745246813297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6566635745246813297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-25-hes-almost-out-of-his-last-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-4577282581068771983</id><published>2008-05-28T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:18:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SD4DhjTchVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/asq1q-mxSEU/s1600-h/109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205602094234240338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SD4DhjTchVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/asq1q-mxSEU/s400/109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SD4DijTchWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VS5PwkXNgXw/s1600-h/113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205602111414109538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SD4DijTchWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VS5PwkXNgXw/s400/113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SD4DizTchXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZMYBy9ADTuo/s1600-h/114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205602115709076850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SD4DizTchXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZMYBy9ADTuo/s400/114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These three pictures are my new projects I was working on.  #1.  An older photo that I added clouds and a cool back ground.  #2.  I love this photo, so I fixed it up a little and added a neat little border.  #3.  I loved this photo too, I fixed this one up and added a very interesting little border.  ...and yes I am starting to put watermarks on my photos I got an e-mail warning me that there is a woman on myspace who likes to steal other peoples photos and make them her own and all that scary stuff.  If any one wants a copy of my photos just ask and I can e-mail it to you or what ever.  =)&lt;/p&gt;Day 24 - Both bottles at 2 oz! No fuss!&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say, now that he isn't having so many bottles his appetite is huge!! I can't believe that this kid can eat almost as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is my interview. Nervous? NO. Excited? NO. Well how do I feel? NOTHING. That's right, I feel nothing. This subject feels dead to me. I have no feelings. Eeh. Do wish me luck though, because I know I do need a job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-4577282581068771983?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/4577282581068771983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=4577282581068771983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4577282581068771983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4577282581068771983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/these-three-pictures-are-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SD4DhjTchVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/asq1q-mxSEU/s72-c/109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1146239905202847568</id><published>2008-05-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:47:50.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 22 - Morning bottle was still 4 oz, I forgot to tell Chris and I didn't wake up when Isaac did.  His second bottle was 2 oz and he seemed to not mind at all. &lt;br /&gt;The day was slow other than that, just visiting the in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - Christopher forgot about the 2 oz and gave Isaac 4 again, I will get it through his head sometime this week.  His 2 oz bottle in the afternoon went well.  So he's been taking it pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;We finally went to the welfare place today and got completely denied.  I know we wouldn't get anything but sitting down listening to it was rediculous.  All the crap you can't have, my car... Worth too much for welfare.  Are you serious?!?!  So stupid.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note I got a call from Hampton Inn today and I have an Interview on Thursday.  Hope it goes well!  I need to see if my Mom will take me to get a more appropriate shirt to go with my skirt... Christopher told me the red one that I have isn't  &gt;_&gt; I don't want to screw this up.  Nope.  We'll see.  WISH ME LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1146239905202847568?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1146239905202847568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1146239905202847568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1146239905202847568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1146239905202847568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-22-morning-bottle-was-still-4-oz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-8900952026604612738</id><published>2008-05-25T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:56:03.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 21 - Tomorrow is the big day!  2 ounces only!  I've decided to go with it all in one day.  Other wise he's been pretty good, still cutting out those bottles with the water too, I'm trying to get him into taking water in his sippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of photo stuff the last few days and I actually joined a few groups on photography and photoshop through &lt;a href="http://www.cafemom.com/"&gt;www.cafemom.com&lt;/a&gt; .  There are contests and how to's and all kinds of cool stuff.  I am really excited about all this, I'm having a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else has been going on really, slow day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-8900952026604612738?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/8900952026604612738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=8900952026604612738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8900952026604612738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8900952026604612738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-21-tomorrow-is-big-day-2-ounces.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-5303569026757318810</id><published>2008-05-24T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:05:40.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SDjIMDTchTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2ZpbJjs8Rnk/s1600-h/102+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204129478797460786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SDjIMDTchTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2ZpbJjs8Rnk/s320/102+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SDjIMTTchUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/utbv4ZGyrZs/s1600-h/103+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204129483092428098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SDjIMTTchUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/utbv4ZGyrZs/s320/103+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my new photoshop works.  I really really like the first one.  I'm planning on getting that one printed out and put into a frame.  I need to sit Isaac down for another photo shoot and get some more.  I have a few that I want to do for other people too for gifts or something.  I don't know.  I need money first.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 20 - Still the same.  I am wondering how Isaac is going to take the formula cut next week.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my Mom really wants to get the back yard cleaned up so me and Chris took the first initiative and got one side of the house de-weeded and all the crap cleaned out from over there.  My Dad ended up going and getting some plastic sheeting and they pulled up all the rocks put the plastic down and put the rocks back that way there's no more pulling weeds.  It looks 100% better.  Now for the next step... I don't know.  Money first, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-5303569026757318810?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/5303569026757318810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=5303569026757318810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5303569026757318810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5303569026757318810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/these-are-my-new-photoshop-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SDjIMDTchTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2ZpbJjs8Rnk/s72-c/102+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-2278240021145261836</id><published>2008-05-23T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:01:13.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 19 - Still at two bottles, he's shying away from the water bottles a little during the day too.  No matter what he's only getting 2 ounces of formula starting next week, one day one bottle will be cut, then 2 days later the next one will be cut.  I've been trying to somewhat follow that schedule I worked so hard to figure out and I am going to work hard at following it!  YES!  =)  Isaac's mood has been up and down today, hopefully its just because of that tooth coming in.  He's been eating A LOT again today.  Big boy - big appetite!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing got done today.  I was supposed to go to a play date in the morning, and forgot.  By the time Isaac went down for his first nap I was staring off into space not feeling like doing anything at all.  I know I should have gotten up and done something, anything.  But I didn't.  I wasted the whole hour Isaac was asleep on doing nothing.  I did get some organizing done when he got up, but the rest of the day was wasted too.  We were going to go to the Welfare Office but we don't even know where it is and we can't find the right address, so we are going to try again on Tuesday, that gives us three days to figure out where the heck it is.  They have each and every welfare subject in a different area.  What a pain that is.  &gt;_&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that the weather has been cold and icky, makes me feel bad too.  I was so happy that it was warm and nice and then BAM a cold windy wet couple of days to make me get all gloomy and depressed.  Hopefully by the end of the weekend the weather gets better, Isaac probably wants to go swimming again and I know I do!  Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-2278240021145261836?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/2278240021145261836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=2278240021145261836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/2278240021145261836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/2278240021145261836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-19-still-at-two-bottles-hes-shying.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6627984701122905019</id><published>2008-05-22T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:16:35.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 18 - His 2nd bottle today he almost didn't get.  He totally forgot about it until 10 minutes before his nap time.  NUTS!  I will try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac's been eating like crazy again, he must be going through another growth spurt.  He's already taller than most kids his age, sheesh.  As long as he doesn't end up short like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much today other than a few errands.  My last wisdom tooth is growing in and it hurts like hell, my Mom wants to drag me to the dentist but with out dental insurance I refuse.  It will honestly cost too much right now, I know that they are going to want to pull all 4 teeth and we just can't do that right now.  It's making my neck sore and my ears feel all clogged.  I might have to start taking some allergy pills, see if that helps with all the pressure in my head.  I don't know what else to do at this point, I don't want to feel like crap all day every day but I also don't want to completely drug myself up either. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to get out and go to the Welfare office and get some of those apps turned in and I still haven't heard anything from Sear's so I am for sure going over there tomorrow to bug them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I have mentioned on here yet, that my best friend Katie is pregnant.  It's funny really, I was sure she would have a kid before me.  But any ways, she's been super paranoid about it all, every thing that isn't normal with her she's freaking out about.  I mean I don't remember doing that, but maybe I did and didn't realize it.  Any who, she wants me to help her decorate the nursury when she finds out what the sex is, and I am just so excited.  This is what I get for watching all those room decorating shows and stuff.  I have like a billion ideas running through my head and I'm like should I write them down?  Should I start telling her my ideas?  Or should I just leave it be until she moves into her new place and know if it's a boy or a girl so that can cut down on all the thinking I am doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that makes me totally understand why I can't commit to going to school for one thing.  I have an interest in so many things that I just can't decide what to do because I want to do everything!  No wonder my head hurts all the time!  =)  Christopher says he would like to see me going back and doing something with music, but I don't see myself doing that living out here.  The music program at the A.V. college blows and I can't go out of town for college certainly something like that, I'm not sure I would want to either no matter what my situation was.  There was a reason I switched to the Online ITT Tech instead of commuting to Sylmar three days a week.  Driving into L.A. blows, and I have the patience of about... zero with the retarded people who drive on the freeways.  I don't know, I was really hoping to get this photography job to get some training and working with something I like to do.  I wouldn't mind working for another bookstore but I haven't been hired yet.  It's dissapointing.  What about a daycare?  Nope.  Gah, all these choices and I can't pick one.  I just don't think that being out here helps me at all, I was really looking forward to moving somewhere new and get a change of scenery to help me get motivated to find something that one thing that I really love to do the most.  I don't blame Christopher though, I can't force him into something that I don't want him to do.  Plus, I am not too sure if I am ready to move away from my parents and Christopher's parents.  All of them are so close to Isaac and I think that moving Isaac away from them right now will make things hard for them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I didn't expect to write this much, guess I had a lot to get off my chest.  Have a good evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6627984701122905019?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6627984701122905019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6627984701122905019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6627984701122905019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6627984701122905019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-18-his-2nd-bottle-today-he-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-5213603910791019812</id><published>2008-05-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:33:04.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 17 - Two bottles and no fuss!!&lt;br /&gt;Isaac does have a tooth cutting through but he seems better today, 8 teeth now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Christopher went over to AppleBees and Hampton Inn to apply and Christopher filled out an application for Clark Pest Control.  No word from Sears today so I am going to go over there tomorrow and bug them.  I am going to re apply to Best Buy, Starbucks, and Game Stop.  Hopefuly I have better luck this time.  Either there is crap for jobs out here or these people don't know how to advertise that they are looking for employees.  So annoying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-5213603910791019812?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/5213603910791019812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=5213603910791019812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5213603910791019812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5213603910791019812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-17-two-bottles-and-no-fuss-isaac.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-5669188225316186739</id><published>2008-05-20T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:46:12.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 16 - Still at two bottles, he was a bit fussy this morning but me and my Mom tried our hardest to distract him until his nap time and it worked pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;*Edit* His fussiness could also be the fact that he's teething again, I just noticed a few minutes ago a tooth cutting through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher called some jobs that were listed in the Classified see if they were any good for both me and him, and they weren't. Most of them were crap. We did see that there were a few restaurants that need waitresses and waiters so tomorrow we are going to go out and apply to those. Hopefully Sears calls me tomorrow to set up an interview. If they don't call me tomorrow, I am going to go over there on Thursday and harass them, tehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Thursday, we are planning on going over to the welfare office to see if we can get some sort of aid, I don't think we will because we live with my parents, but we are going to try any ways. Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on getting a call from Sears tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-5669188225316186739?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/5669188225316186739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=5669188225316186739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5669188225316186739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5669188225316186739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-16-still-at-two-bottles-he-was-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-685805845920360092</id><published>2008-05-19T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:51:08.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~100~~ Posts!!</title><content type='html'>Day 15 - He is now down to two bottles!!  He was a bit fussy this morning, but he got over it quickly, I just need to keep him occupied with other things.  Seems to be the best idea.  It's turning out a lot easier than I thought it was going to be.  No complaints here, a little whining here and there, TOTALLY WORTH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get any job searching done today, our living space was getting out of control, when you can't see the floor any more, its time to clean.  Tomorrow, no more excuses!  Gotta go and get er done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-685805845920360092?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/685805845920360092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=685805845920360092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/685805845920360092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/685805845920360092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-posts.html' title='~~100~~ Posts!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6277901591867979926</id><published>2008-05-19T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:58:13.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 14 - Same, tomorrow a bottle goes bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher is home and ready to start looking for work, more seriously this time it seems.  We had a lot to discuss and I think he's got it worked out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another place [a yogurt shop] that is hiring and I am going to go check it out this afternoon and apply, even though I still really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want that photography job I am going to look for some other alternatives just in case it doesn't work out. &lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a big drop in prices for rent on houses out here since we were looking last time, so I don't think we will have an issue finding a place to live again on our own.  We don't want another apartment though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see, we need to get serious and start thinking about moving out of my parents house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6277901591867979926?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6277901591867979926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6277901591867979926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6277901591867979926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6277901591867979926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-14-same-tomorrow-bottle-goes-bye.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6529967359935004470</id><published>2008-05-17T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:33:53.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 13 - Same again.  I almost &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;got him to forget about his 2nd bottle of the day, but at the last minute he cried for it.  That's a good start!!  =)  One more bottle gets lost next week, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I applied for a job at the Sears Photography place today, hope that I get it.  The manager said he would call me back hopefully Wednesday and schedule an interview.  Chris decided last night that he didn't want to live in Vegas/Henderson.  He can't make up his mind at this point so I need to just work harder at finding a job until he can figure out what he wants to do.  Which is fine with me, I just want to make sure he's happy at what he's doing and that his panic attacks don't come back.  He is heading back tomorrow on the train, I don't know if I am picking him up in L.A. or out here, just depends on if he can get a train to Union Station instead of the train station on 7th street in L.A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac has been pretty well behaved today considering the long tiring vacation he had.  Thank goodness, I am so tired I don't think I could have handled a whiney crying tantrum throwing toddler today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was considering going out tonight, but then I realized I have nothing to do.  Makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6529967359935004470?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6529967359935004470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6529967359935004470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6529967359935004470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6529967359935004470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-13-same-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-6441113063736963674</id><published>2008-05-16T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:44:42.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 10,11,12 - Same, same, same.  He did very good with us travelling and him being with out that 4th bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of travelling, the Vegas trip went very well.  Christopher is still out there, as soon as I left he started applying for jobs.  I am very proud of him, he's trying really hard.  I have a few pictures here and there of stuff, I didn't want to play tourist that much and go OMG its the Luxor snap a hundred photos!  I will post them tomorrow, my legs hurt so bad from walking all over that I don't want to move any more.  In fact I am planning on falling asllep very soon, I don't know if I can make it to sun set haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-6441113063736963674?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/6441113063736963674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=6441113063736963674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6441113063736963674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/6441113063736963674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-101112-same-same-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1543552427248370012</id><published>2008-05-13T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:40:05.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 9 - Still the same.  Next week I will be cutting him down a lot, he will probably hate me for it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are heading for Vegas.  As far as we can tell, Christopher will not be returning with me.  He will be staying with Cindy and looking for a job.  Hopefully she finds a place soon so me and Isaac can go out there.  We are staying at the Excalibur, that is going to be so much fun!  I've been looking up places to eat out there and all that cool shit.  My parents are heading out Thursday and they got a room at the Excalibur too, my Dad seems really excited while my Mom is like.. eeeh about it.  Oh well.  I will make sure and take her gambling at some cool places haha.  They will be heading back with me Friday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I talked to my friend Katie today and she just found out for sure that she's pregnant.  She's due January 11th.  I'm so excited!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try my best to keep this up while I'm out there, but I have no idea if I am going to have Internet access at all.  Have a good week, well the rest of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1543552427248370012?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1543552427248370012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1543552427248370012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1543552427248370012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1543552427248370012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-9-still-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-2721435792281877490</id><published>2008-05-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:48:02.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 8 - Still going good.  Attempted to have him lose one more bottle but that failed miserably.  Still at 3 bottles at 4 ounces each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to go see Iron Man.  Excellent movie.  I have to give Robert Downey Jr. some credit, he did a kick ass job in this movie.  I was generally shocked!  If you haven't seen it yet, go see it.  I think this is the best comic book movie made so far.  It's definately worth the money to go see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-2721435792281877490?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/2721435792281877490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=2721435792281877490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/2721435792281877490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/2721435792281877490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-8-still-going-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-319612737572357567</id><published>2008-05-11T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:35:39.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 7 - Today was a bit tougher than the others due to us being somewhere else.  He still only had three bottles, but when the time came around that he usually gets his fourth bottle he started getting upset, but I didn't break.  He didn't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-319612737572357567?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/319612737572357567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=319612737572357567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/319612737572357567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/319612737572357567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-7-today-was-bit-tougher-than-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1767945707086747746</id><published>2008-05-10T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:38:40.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 6:  He is down to 3 bottles!!!  We are ahead of schedule, how sweet is that!?!?!  Isaac is doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heading to Vegas on Wednesday, I will be coming back with Isaac on Friday, but Christopher will be staying out there while he finds a job and Aunt Cindy gets a place.  She has decided to buy a house instead of rent one [costs about the same monthly so why not].   I'm still not very keen on the idea of me having to come back right away, I have to find a job too and a baby sitter if I'm going to get a job.  Gah.  What ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just moody.  Mother's Day is tomorrow and I'm going to still have to get up early and probably help with dinner after I asked NICELY to get to sleep in too and said I wasn't going to cook.  But now we are going over to his parents house [which is fine] but his Mom is like you two are cooking.  No.  Him and his Dad can.  I'm not doing it, for Christ's sake I'm a mother too!  It's not very often where I get to sit around and be lazy, GIVE ME ONE DAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, holidays like this just makes me angry and depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1767945707086747746?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1767945707086747746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1767945707086747746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1767945707086747746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1767945707086747746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-6-he-is-down-to-3-bottles-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1950247780231016973</id><published>2008-05-09T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:49:32.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 5 - 3 bottles at 4 ounces each.  Isaac hasn't even cried for his 4th bottle of the day yet.  I know he will eventually but the later the better haha.  Or even if I could just keep him busy and not give it to him?  Maybe!!!  JUST MAYBE! Shhh, I know I am dreaming here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got our tax money today so it looks like this next week or next weekend we will be driving out to Vegas for some good old job searching.  Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Isaac had a rough day today.  When we got home from shopping he fell head first into the gutter containing something that reeked of manure. He screamed and screamed until he was out of his bath.  I was about to put his diaper on when he escapes and runs for the kitchen where he points at daddy laughs pees, steps in it and falls and hits his head and drenches himself in his own pee.  Poor kid =(  Hes okay now though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1950247780231016973?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1950247780231016973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1950247780231016973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1950247780231016973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1950247780231016973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-5-3-bottles-at-4-ounces-each.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-8748711624592342682</id><published>2008-05-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:25:39.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day four - Christopher ruined it twice by giving Isaac 6 ounces of formula in his bottle.  Gggr.  Better luck next time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas idea update:  Looks like Christopher is serious about this, which is ok with me.  Once we get our tax money we will probably go.  Christopher might not come back if he can find a job or what ever, I don't like that idea much because I know I am going to have to find a job too, but what ever.  I don't know.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-8748711624592342682?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/8748711624592342682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=8748711624592342682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8748711624592342682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/8748711624592342682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-four-christopher-ruined-it-twice-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-1286156482522800877</id><published>2008-05-07T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:04:50.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day three -  Still only 3/4 bottles are down to 4 ounces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's the less bottle or if he's teething but he has been in a really crabby mood today.  So bad I want to pull my hair out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-1286156482522800877?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/1286156482522800877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=1286156482522800877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1286156482522800877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/1286156482522800877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-three-still-only-34-bottles-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-3019704139023881202</id><published>2008-05-06T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:57:43.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day two -  Three of his four bottles have been cut down to 4 ounces, and no complaints yet.  So far so good.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva Las Vegas!!!  Looks like the Antelope Valley sucks for jobs right now, even the L.A. area isn't looking too good.  We got an offer from Christopher's Aunt Cindy that we can share a place with her if we move out there and find jobs.  We are considering it right now because there are tons of opportunities out there and none out here.  I just don't know what else we can do - we can't stay with my parents forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-3019704139023881202?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/3019704139023881202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=3019704139023881202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3019704139023881202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/3019704139023881202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-two-three-of-his-four-bottles-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-5397365779880167826</id><published>2008-05-05T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:40:14.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors</title><content type='html'>Isaac is healthy, of course.  He weighs 24 1/2 pounds now and is 31 in long.  My big boy!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Isaac is a year old it is time for the bottle weaning.  At this point he has 4 bottles a day with 6 ounces each of formula and his water for naps and night time.  Week one is to get him used to having only 4 ounces for each bottle.  Week 2 is to get him off of his #3 bottle of formula and into having a sippy cup of juice, water or whole milk [which the doctor okayed], and/or a snack.  Week 3 is to get him off his #2 bottle of formula and maybe having a later breakfast or some sort of sugar free snack before his nap time.  Week 4 is to get him down to 2 ounces of formula for hopefully the last two bottles of formula he has.  Week 5 is to get him off of the bottle of formula he has before bed time.  Week 6 is to get him off that last bottle of formula, his precious morning one.  Week 7/8 is to get him to not have any water in the bottle when he goes down to bed and naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I do it in 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - four ounces for afternoon bottle of formula, no complaints from Isaac, he didn't even take the bottle until oooh, 1 1/2 hrs after his normal time.  =)  So far - so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-5397365779880167826?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/5397365779880167826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=5397365779880167826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5397365779880167826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5397365779880167826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/05/doctors.html' title='Doctors'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-4126210331284231564</id><published>2008-05-03T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:15:16.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SB0mkuNaqmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/S17tXKkJyuM/s1600-h/100_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196351957376871010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SB0mkuNaqmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/S17tXKkJyuM/s320/100_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SB0nTeNaqnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HWNfevjS8Ik/s1600-h/100_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196352760535755378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SB0nTeNaqnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HWNfevjS8Ik/s320/100_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SB0oMuNaqoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mOuFiwOYzLg/s1600-h/100_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196353744083266178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEAFJuPTQ8c/SB0oMuNaqoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mOuFiwOYzLg/s320/100_1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac's first birthday cake and Lexi's first birthday cake, I made them myself. GO ME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's Isaac trying his birthday cake.  YUMMY!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the first year birthday party for Isaac and Lexi went really well, it was a nice turn out and everyone seemed to have fun.  The weather was perfect!!  Isaac got some cool gifts including a swimming pool with some pool toys, this cool mail box squishy toy - I don't know its pretty cool.  Lots of really cute clothes and 50 dollars!  Which is getting him a kick ass stroller.  Haha and probably some more clothes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac has his one year appointment on Monday, I am affraid to know how much he weighs now haha.  I know he's going to be over the 50 percentile for his age.  Sheesh, he's such a little piggy and he's wearing 24 month and even some 2T size clothes.  It's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that nothing is going on, no job offers yet.  It's getting super depressing.  I don't understand, I have plenty of job experience [unless the book store doesn't count], and the same with Christopher.  I have no idea what we're going to do about money, it's getting really bad.  Luckily we have been picking Christopher's youngest sister Ashlee up from school so his Mom has been giving us money for gas.  Other wise we would be in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, nothing interesting going on.  Maybe now that Isaac is officially a toddler things will start getting more interesting, like him learning new words, or something.  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While, I knew it was the stomach flu.  Silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else has been going on, I am still working out who to invite to Isaac's birthday party and I have a wedding to go to this weekend, plus a garage sale to run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher called Brinks on Monday and they sent his resume to the Brinks office out here and told him to call them on Wednesday.  Well today is Wednesday and I will have to remind him to call, and hopefully something good comes out of it. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of phone calls I have to make a very angry one to the bank today.  I forgot to make my credit card payment so they had called me last week and asked if they can pull the money out of the bank.  I said no because we needed that money to feed Isaac and ourselves and so they asked if they can pull it out of the savings.  I told them they could and they said they would do it, why would I be getting a letter from the bank telling me my checking acocunt has been over drew by 200$ because of a credit card payment?  Someone screwed up, and now they are in deep trouble.  I was so mad when I saw that letter I probably turned scarlet red.  I know they can see how much is in each account, I know they can tell which one the 200$ was supposed to be pull out of.  Makes me wonder what kind of idiots they hire there.  Oh well, I'm refusing to pay the fee because it's not my fault THEY pulled it out of the wrong account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-4124994405270664327?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/4124994405270664327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=4124994405270664327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4124994405270664327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/4124994405270664327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/04/spreading.html' title='Spreading'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266279746933800724.post-5271417389918956885</id><published>2008-04-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:20:02.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a pain</title><content type='html'>So both me and my Mom had a nasty 24 hour stomach flu.  She was lucky enough to be able to stay in bed all day while I still had to take care of Isaac due to Christopher being down in L.A. for a job fair.  Thankfully Isaac wasn't his normal self yesterday [hmm I wonder where we got the stomach flu from?] so I didn't really have to chase him around all day.  I think the worst part of it, with me puking my guts out and people eating all around me then having to change 4, yes 4, VERY VERY disgusting poopie diapers.  Usually the diaper changing doesn't bother me, but I thought I was going to die every time I had to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Christopher even had an interview at the job fair yesterday, so lets all hope that he gets this job.  With the pay that he would be getting and the hours, we could easily get back on our feet with in 6 months!  6 MONTHS!!  He was thinking about asking if they are hiring in Orange County or at least once we are ready to get our own place again seeing if he can get transferred out there.  He honestly doesn't want to stay in the A.V. any more, which I don't blame him.  Maybe if they end up hiring him in Santa Clarita we can move out there.  Who knows.  Let's just hope he gets this job though, that would make me a lot less stressed and depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266279746933800724-5271417389918956885?l=thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/feeds/5271417389918956885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266279746933800724&amp;postID=5271417389918956885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5271417389918956885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266279746933800724/posts/default/5271417389918956885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedaytheblogdied.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-pain.html' title='What a pain'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03136591814073300362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c172/noiluvumore/jenandisaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
