<?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-2411394812197048280</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:13:11.428-04:00</updated><category term='The girls'/><category term='Christmas baking'/><category term='mushy'/><category term='workout'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='It&apos;s a new way of life.'/><category term='Bunched up'/><category term='Wondering'/><category term='Going to Hell I am sure'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='Phillies Spring Training'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='home'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Weight Loss'/><category term='Blog issues'/><category term='Christmas Eve Dinner'/><category term='The beginning'/><category term='Happy Birthday America'/><category term='Time is now'/><category term='Marathon'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Grrrr family'/><category term='on my soap box...'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='carbs'/><category term='Happy 2009'/><title type='text'>Just A Jersey Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>A Jersey Girl by birth, trying to find her way back...There is much to say about a Jersey girl... You can take her away from Jersey, but you can't take the Jersey out of her.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3093181410774003054</id><published>2009-12-06T09:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:37:03.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who cares about Tiger Woods and his Putter?</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming yeah... I love the holidays. I am joyful, loving, caring and hopeful that each year will be greater than the last. Then the tabloids hit and some scandalous escapade hits. Who cares about Tiger Woods and his putter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, infidelity happens. It happens in private citizens that do not make a gazillion dollars a year. It happens to regular people who drive mini vans and worry about how to pay for the gas bill during the reported worst winter in years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cheated, she caught him and whipped his ass. Good for her, now leave them alone. If I were those girls, I would be a little afraid that she might putter drive on my head as well. Being a Jersey girl with a temper I can assure you that is exactly what I would do if the hoe's involved kept the public relations campaign going. I'm just sayin'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am feeling is... leave it go, it's his problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3093181410774003054?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3093181410774003054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3093181410774003054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3093181410774003054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3093181410774003054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-cares-about-tiger-woods-and-his.html' title='Who cares about Tiger Woods and his Putter?'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-1211354365017067245</id><published>2009-11-17T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:01:23.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthcare 101 for me</title><content type='html'>Today's watercooler topic is the Mammogram topic. While I have been fortunate to have awesome health coverage in my life, I never once take it for granted. When I decided to take a breather from the Law gig and write for a while, I was perplexed with the insurance questions. I choose a plan that would be affordable, but with a great amount of coverage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a mammogram since the age of 36; I have felt both confident and relieved that I could catch a problem early on if it happened. One of my high school friends was diagnosed with breast cancer and it has made it all too aware for me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic has me a bit more than peeved. As my associate writers and I gathered for a social meeting, it was discussed. If you are self employed and have insurance, which is a step better than the BCBS-BlueChip, you were able to get a mammogram because it was mandated that it be covered without the horrible copay of $500.00. Today? Not so much... if this passes and is put into action, how many lives will be lost? Who cares anymore? The insurance companies do not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad day. I worked for one of the best insurance companies in our country, ranked the highest in this and that, we didn't cover health, but all other areas, you betcha... After taking my leave I found I had serious rose color glasses on. Insurance is not what it was, and will never be the same again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-1211354365017067245?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1211354365017067245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=1211354365017067245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1211354365017067245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1211354365017067245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/healthcare-101-for-me.html' title='Healthcare 101 for me'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-2926003582808853350</id><published>2009-11-16T07:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:54:49.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading out to Cape Canaveral to see the Launch</title><content type='html'>Today is a glorious day. The weather is perfect and the day couldn't be brighter. The launch is scheduled for today and I am very excited to go see it. My bestest friend and I are going and he is very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space program is very precious to us and is very endangered. This president could discontinue it and we would be in a world of hurt. I am quite sure the powers that be have good reasons for the space program. I often think it's a spy unit for us to track nucs and such, but that would be way too silly for even me to think up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to see the Space Center and... drop by I Dream of Jeannie Blvd one more time... Opps can't forget Ron Jon's either...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-2926003582808853350?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2926003582808853350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=2926003582808853350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2926003582808853350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2926003582808853350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/heading-out-to-cape-canaveral-to-see.html' title='Heading out to Cape Canaveral to see the Launch'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-8655484070642799641</id><published>2009-11-13T18:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:46:45.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing in Action</title><content type='html'>As I gear up for the meeting with the editors, the publisher, the agent, the crew that want to take my book to the final chapter so to speak, I am nervous and I am having all kinds of pangs of "nooooooooo I don't want this book published" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems unbelievable, but as romance writer I get too attached sometimes to a story this latest one is almost a mirror image of a love in my life. This story has a different ending than the real story and in a strange turn of events, the real story is starting to mimic the story ending...Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my passion of writing that has turned into a paying career. I also love that the travel to nice places without the book signings and the pomp and circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from a small writers conference and I am heading out to the Romance Writers Conference in NYC. I have purchased more clothes than the 3 suitcase allotment, and now I have to choose what to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day with my latest story, it's personal. It's not business it's personal. Wish me luck I can surrender this baby. If not I am on the hook for that hefty advance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-8655484070642799641?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8655484070642799641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=8655484070642799641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8655484070642799641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8655484070642799641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing in Action'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7142470180109727006</id><published>2009-10-29T11:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:30:48.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy days... The Phillies won last night..</title><content type='html'>I am very glad the Phillies are in the World Series again this year. I am not so happy that NY Yankees are playing them. I am not afraid of the Yankees, I am just not interested in watching them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the game seemed so off sided. The refs calls were odd. Even though the Phillies won, I am not sure I liked the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are decked out in Phillies garb. My goose is dressed for the game, my dogs are dressed and we are clearly dressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a mixed emotion right now. I have 2 very very close people to me that are fighting for their lives and I am beyond scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is little distraction for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the games get interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7142470180109727006?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7142470180109727006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7142470180109727006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7142470180109727006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7142470180109727006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-days-phillies-won-last-night.html' title='Crazy days... The Phillies won last night..'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-35109532238281951</id><published>2009-10-20T17:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:36:06.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charities and the economy</title><content type='html'>I have had this post in a saved file because I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's economy is a struggle for most families. Many families are faced with jobloss, homeloss, and the thought of Christmas put one of my friends in a near panic attack. My comment of "Christmas isn't for Children" didn't seem to ease her pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that is going on with the economy, the charities are suffering as well. I tend to pick the charities I believe in, or that serve more than just one single cause. While contributing to Metorpolitan Ministries for Thanksgiving, it made me think of other charities I contribute to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love animals so they are always first, they cannot take care of themselves. I wonder if there is a charity for police dogs or working dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be quite apparent to my usual gift receivers this year that Christmas is NOT about toys, and how much money I can spend. I have decided that I am going to spend all my Christmas money on one or two charities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find the charity that I believe in. That will be another post I am sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-35109532238281951?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/35109532238281951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=35109532238281951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/35109532238281951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/35109532238281951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/charities-and-economy.html' title='Charities and the economy'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-895705984016975852</id><published>2009-10-20T16:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:03:34.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the National Holiday ... my birthday..</title><content type='html'>While many people do not celebrate their birthday's over a certain age, I am not one of them. I feel that every year you can celebrate is a great year in deed. This year isn't a milestone year, however, to me it is... I will be 45 years old tomorrow... Man where did the time go? I thought I was just 35 last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 45 has no real emotional tie to it. I am 45 not 44 and for once, I am just about drama free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have writers block on my newest project and that has me bugged. I am allowing someone else to invade my personal mind space and rip the words from my finger tips. Maybe a few drinks of wine or hard liquor would help...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I celebrate tomorrow, I am hoping that this year of my life will be better and stronger than ever. I will accomplish what I have set out to, I will make the half marathon and then some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, I will look funny getting a new birthday cake every month, just to try it over and over again until it clicks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-895705984016975852?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/895705984016975852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=895705984016975852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/895705984016975852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/895705984016975852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-is-national-holiday-my.html' title='Tomorrow is the National Holiday ... my birthday..'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5564191316937280327</id><published>2009-10-15T00:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:22:35.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waah waah society, say it and then take it back...</title><content type='html'>Tonight as I was minding my own business viewing twitter, (first mistake) I read from this post a guy who has a habit of shooting his mouth off insulting women, then crying foul. He really didn't mean to say or wear things that are degrading to women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he comes back with the "I have women friends"... I would never do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's topic, more Germain to my anger is his flagrant comment... @karlerikson RT If I have to hear much more of this music, I may put diamond chips on my grillz and then cap a cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and the return comment after I told him he was scum.... typical ... Um, that was a joke. Just so you know. Rap music? Detest it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk your life once asshole and not by jacking off. I usually just read and keep my mouth shut, but being former LEO and having several close family members in Law Enforcement, I don't think it's funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tampa last night, a deputy was shot in the neck. So very lucky to be alive. Everyday man or woman in law enforcement puts on the uniform, it's not only a challenge to do their job, but a realization of "this could be the day"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece of shit people that degrade police officers with jokes and humor are low life. Then, once they realize they have said something they back track and make psychosis claims. Get a friggen grip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5564191316937280327?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5564191316937280327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5564191316937280327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5564191316937280327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5564191316937280327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/waah-waah-society-say-it-and-then-take.html' title='Waah waah society, say it and then take it back...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-8334974193866320427</id><published>2009-10-04T16:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:01:25.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Car is guilting me.</title><content type='html'>I bought a new vehicle yesterday. I didn't trade in my 2006 SUV because I am going to sell it outright. The deal with it wasn't wonderful, so I called a friend and they ran the numbers and I am selling it for cash this week. But back to the guilt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new SUV and last night I put the new one in the garage because I have a 2 car garage and there is another car in there sleeping, so only room for one more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went outside to move my old car around and the guilt I felt. I kept thinking; Piggy (that's her name) should be in the garage, she doesn't like to be outside. As I fought the guilt, I somewhat gave in and decided to drive Piggy until I sell her. I can't bare to look at her with those sad eyes saying why are you leaving me here?  (Before you call the funny farm people, car's do have expressions and I am trying to free myself of guilt on many levels)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new SUV, her name is going to be Pearl. She is suppose to be GREAT on gas mileage.  Her safety rating is very high and she has 6 air bags, 2 even are head bags I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more about Pearl once Piggy is relocated. So back to the guilt... I am hoping she will forgive me and understand I had to go foreign, they are the only cars that aren't closing shop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-8334974193866320427?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8334974193866320427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=8334974193866320427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8334974193866320427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8334974193866320427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-old-car-is-guilting-me.html' title='My Old Car is guilting me.'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4500226997942606825</id><published>2009-10-04T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:03:49.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The half marathonish update.</title><content type='html'>I have been slowly trying to build myself back up to maybe squeak by and do the half marathon. My doctor says no, but if I pace myself, I think just maybe I can do it. I was doing 5k with ease, so I thought to myself, I can just add to it. And I did, I was at 8 miles and the foot wasn't doing to bad. On mile 9.2 I went lame. So, back to slowly bringing it back up and now I am at 2 miles and counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have added in rollerskating, not rollerblading because I have an adversion to change something so historic. I refuse to give up my quads. It's been a good workout and the feet seem to like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can do a marathon on wheels??? hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4500226997942606825?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4500226997942606825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4500226997942606825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4500226997942606825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4500226997942606825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/half-marathonish-update.html' title='The half marathonish update.'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4778895663262840582</id><published>2009-09-26T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:35:52.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Jet... I am not that kind of girl</title><content type='html'>I posted my long story on the private jet thing and I was torn apart in an email about how can I; little ole me who writes Romance Novels afford a ride in a private jet. Quite frankly, I can because I write Romance Novels that are published, and I pay cash for everything else, so I am sort of not living the American dream of debt and credit cards and such... I live like I make 300.00 a week. It's what allows me to pay for private jet rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless of all that, I wrote my post disjointed because I was processing the prospect of me actually commissioning a private jet, when in actuality, I am just a regular fly South West kind of girl. I love the element of surprise when I get the graham crackers shaped like planes, instead of crackers. I love being a simple girl that still loves to bowl and is a kick ass bowler. I will admit my matchy match outfits are a bit much, but nonetheless, I am a regular girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to blow off the private jet for the parade trip, not because the emails were so nasty, because I know better. Besides, I would rather put that money into my trip to Germany, me and the man person are going to Germany for the Christmas markets, so Cuckoo clocks for everyone. And awesome chocolate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4778895663262840582?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4778895663262840582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4778895663262840582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4778895663262840582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4778895663262840582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/private-jet-i-am-not-that-kind-of-girl.html' title='Private Jet... I am not that kind of girl'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3207659159615004314</id><published>2009-09-24T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:35:30.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant... When is a private life really private.</title><content type='html'>When a person makes a movie or is on tv or is a music icon... why does their personal life become an open book???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of the media and people in general thinking they are entitled to know everything. Today it becomes big news that John Travolta's son had an illness. Who's business is it? Just like the ancient story of Jerry Lewis and why he is such a strong supporter for MD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a personal life and no matter who you are, you are given a private life that is precious. It is no one's right to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cyber stalker for many years and I know the invasion I felt. Clearly this society we live in needs to step back and remember everyone has a private life... It needs to stay PRIVATE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3207659159615004314?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3207659159615004314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3207659159615004314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3207659159615004314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3207659159615004314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/rant-when-is-private-life-really.html' title='Rant... When is a private life really private.'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-388200532103552269</id><published>2009-09-22T21:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:40:32.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr still sick</title><content type='html'>I am sorry I haven't updated this blog with my latest and greatest things happening. I have been sick. STILL SICK. I have pharyngitis. I have had this since September 2. I get better and then I get worse. It's been a sliding time of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month in celebration of my 45th Birthday, I cannot believe I just typed that out loud... I am having a wing ding of an event. I learned recently that life is too short to be sitting and waiting. Therefore I agreed to a mini (big) celebration. Plus with my latest book ready for the editor, I am a happy girl. More shoes more shoes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sexy man is meeting me in New York City for Thanksgiving to watch the Macy's Day parade and do a little shopping, so I have been working out double time... That could be why I am sick??? No, that's not it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back in the writing saddle tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-388200532103552269?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/388200532103552269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=388200532103552269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/388200532103552269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/388200532103552269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/grrrr-still-sick.html' title='Grrrr still sick'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5418109942449793815</id><published>2009-09-12T00:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:49:39.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my soap box...'/><title type='text'>Not the best babysitter in the world....</title><content type='html'>I have several friends that think I am the break under glass for emergency in the babysitting department. Clearly I like kids, I just don't own any of my own... But I will digress a moment and share a tidbit about my growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated with gadgets. My grandmother would take me to the rummage sales at church and I would plead for hand mixers. Not the electric kind, the OLD kind. I would pretend they were telephones. I loved all kinds of gadgets and I would make them something other than there intended use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was not underprivileged. I had horses, clothes, dolls, a real cash register for my little store and my own phone in my room. All the latest and greatest toys, but I really liked to use my imagination and play with odd ball stuff. I remember how it started. My grandmother had a box in the utility room with old pots and pans, and hand mixers (ooh my favorite) and I would take them outback and play with them. She also had a trunk of old lady purses and clothes and I played dress up in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that's what kids did, we used our imaginations... Well... fast forward to this week... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have babysat the Richy riches and when their Mother came early and saw them with colanders on their heads for helmets, I think she was mortified. (It's OK, they were actually playing Knights and Queens or something)... Anyway, I made them reynolds wrap clothes and swords made of paper towel cardboard... It was fun. The kids loved it, and they didn't want to go home. Hey I had to unwrap a lot of paper towel and wrapping paper for this project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, my buddy, my pal said to me... I know you have money, and you were not raised by wolves, what the hell are you doing? Don't you have Playstation or Wii or something? Can't they just play on your computer???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes I have PlayStation and Wii and DDS and videos and movies and games and computers, but... but... but... they were having fun. I didn't charge her for watching them this week, I fed them real food, taught them to bake a couple of things, made photo books on snap fish of our week and ordered and paid for them. Even took them to the mall today for a nice lunch at Too Jays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some where along the line of thinking I was doing something nice and helpful; I became ODD; WEIRD; STRANGE; OFF MY EFFING ROCKER;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, You're Welcome!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5418109942449793815?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5418109942449793815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5418109942449793815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5418109942449793815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5418109942449793815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-best-babysitter-in-world.html' title='Not the best babysitter in the world....'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-1883417409144623247</id><published>2009-09-09T13:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:01:45.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like I am cheating...</title><content type='html'>I love recipe books, recipes and just plain ole cooking/baking... I love to create dishes and I like to remake a few of the old standards. However, I am feeling like I cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love www.thepioneerwoman.com's website and her recipes. Even though she stopped responding to my email, I still think she is the cat's meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to make her cheesy biscuit with bacon and onions, and immediately stopped and used a premade mix and just added more cheese, bacon and onions... I feel like I am cheating. I loved them, they came out so great and it was easy to make without having to use all the ingredients mixing and measuring. One package and I added to it. It totally rocked and I am a rock star. OK, not a rock star, maybe a pebble star, but regardless, life was great the biscuits were Divine and I cheated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr it's all the Catholic Churches fault. I have all this guilt!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-1883417409144623247?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1883417409144623247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=1883417409144623247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1883417409144623247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1883417409144623247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-i-am-cheating.html' title='I feel like I am cheating...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7068174747913196920</id><published>2009-09-07T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:29:56.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day 2009</title><content type='html'>Many are out of work and today doesn't seem like a holiday. BBQ's that are customary have slipped by the wayside. The family down the street that always hosts the biggest end of summer party is not at home, as a matter of notice, they don't even live there anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day to me was a great 4 day weekend that ended out the summer and celebrated the day off for work well done. Today that doesn't mean the same to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are out of work, or underemployed. Some wondering how will the electric bill get paid, or do I have enough gas to get to work until pay day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what you would call unemployed sort of. As it was my choice, I took a leave of absence and have been fulfilling other desires. Today I wonder about health care and job's that do not offer stability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this Labor Day you can put away any fears and frustrations and celebrate for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not easy, it's just a constant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7068174747913196920?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7068174747913196920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7068174747913196920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7068174747913196920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7068174747913196920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-2009.html' title='Labor Day 2009'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5127024440586753489</id><published>2009-09-04T20:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:37:01.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh it's over...</title><content type='html'>Summer is officially over in my world. I came home from my great adventure with many plots started and because Philly loves me so much, I have a cold. Yep, a rotten stuffed nose, cough producing, sore throat scratching, fever blazing cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer was more than I could have ever dreamed of. Many situations produced additional situations and I really came out stronger for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to leave for Hawaii for a writers meeting/strategy planning, but to tell you the truth, I would just as well meet in Tennessee right now. I have no desire to fly anywhere. NOT even back to my love escape of New Jersey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most people can't wait to leave Jersey, I am the only known idiot that can't wait to get back there, but not today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my cold will go away, and I can get back on the horse that is taking me to new territory. Yeah yeah the Hawaii thing sucks, but I cannot fly like this. My nose looks like an Irishman on a drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the grind for me... stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5127024440586753489?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5127024440586753489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5127024440586753489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5127024440586753489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5127024440586753489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhh-its-over.html' title='Ahhh it&apos;s over...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-715570351285501652</id><published>2009-08-26T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:52:01.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is coming to an end</title><content type='html'>As summer is slowly finding it's way to the end; I am somewhat sad, but somewhat hopeful that Fall will be amazing. I make no secret that I do not like the heat in Florida, that is why I love to spend it elsewhere. However, the weather everywhere else is not cool either. But the humidity isn't as bad I keep saying... This week had me on an adventure to buy a new Motor home. I nearly died from the heat. It was so awful, it made me physically ill. So ill that I couldn't write, and I need to finish my latest plot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am finishing up my latest plot I look forward to sending it off for review. Writing has been a great release and wonderful outlet for creative expressions. My Mother encouraged me to write and loved that I would put pen to paper and draft a mystery or two for her. My dream would be to her favorite piece published. I have never submitted it or even let anyone else see it. I might this weekend put it in the old typewriter and take a stab at it. Clean it up for good measure and see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to the summer coming to an end. I made a vow that I would go back to real life after the summer and the writing wouldn't be full time. Not sure I am ready for that, but a vow is a vow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-715570351285501652?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/715570351285501652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=715570351285501652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/715570351285501652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/715570351285501652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-is-coming-to-end.html' title='Summer is coming to an end'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4929650310970447474</id><published>2009-08-19T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:44:30.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All about writing</title><content type='html'>Over the last few days a new plot came to mind. I found myself mixing fact and fantasy. No No No that can't be good. I need all fantasy, no fact. Fact brings lawsuits... Fact means I need a release... wait what if they are dead and they are not likely to come back??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the fantasy that is fact sort of based? Is that do-able? I think it is. I am the only living soul that would beg to differ. Unless... no he wouldn't dare, I would kick his buttocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew now that THAT is settled. I am now stressing about illustrators. You see, I would rather not use one. I would rather a simple but feisty picture to capture what this story is about. Heck throw in a couple of CheeseSteaks, Soft Pretzels and Italian Water Ice and that's what it's all about!!! Either that or I just sang part of the hokey pokey... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am off to create this story that is dancing in my mind and playing with my emotions and making feel all first date stuff. Will he like me, will he kiss me, will be put out, wait that was out loud right? OK, will he play special music? or better yet, will he not have to bring his Mother/Ex-wife/current wife? As you can tell I am not really single but those are the thoughts that cross my mind if I were. Although not married currently, and I say currently because Big OLE HeMan is talking about marriage almost every other day. (I mark it down now because I find it interesting). I would get married but not this year, I am too busy and frankly I have books to publish, hello??? And I have a radio talk show to appear on, and I have to get my earrings fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But next year I could be all about it. Unless I get kidnapped, and whisked away like my first marriage. I like to number them, so I don't get confused... Only one thus far thank you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to write... don't look for me getting any super duper award this year. Remember, I am too busy, I have books to publish, a radio talk show to appear on, and I have to get my earrings fixed. Rinse. Lather. and Repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4929650310970447474?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4929650310970447474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4929650310970447474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4929650310970447474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4929650310970447474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-about-writing.html' title='All about writing'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-8313100441997715261</id><published>2009-08-16T11:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:54:59.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Food...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/SogqwWYGuhI/AAAAAAAAACU/J1Sj5OMFozs/s1600-h/roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/SogqwWYGuhI/AAAAAAAAACU/J1Sj5OMFozs/s200/roll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370589565768088082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite place for favorite food? Did you live in an area that was famous for something, then you moved away and crave it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Atlantic City and it is famous for Crime, (haha) and Salt Water Taffy, Taylor Pork Roll, Crab Imperial and diners. However, my family is all from Philly and you know what Philly is known for... Cheese Steaks, Arm Pit Pretzels, Scrapple, Amarosa Rolls, Birch Beer, Hoagies, Tasty Cakes, Bryers Ice Cream, Goldberg's Peanut Chews, and Pork Sandwiches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my trips are based around my tastebuds. This last trip was a dozy. I didn't get my Chickies &amp; Petes Lobster Cheesesteak, but I was able to scarf up the rest of the goodies in Philly... My Aunt laughs at me for my obsession for amazing rolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane back I brought 2 Italian Hoagies and 4 rolls from this awesome place I frequented several times during my long trip. It took me 3 days to eat my one hoagie, it took the manperson only one sitting because he was starving and was drooling over the idea of getting it. When he picked me up at the airport, the first thing he asked is where are the hoagies... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prepare to go back to the Northeast, Tony Lukes will be first, and then... I am going to my favorite haunts at the shore. I am quite sure I will need to stock up because Hawaii will not have this type of food...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-8313100441997715261?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8313100441997715261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=8313100441997715261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8313100441997715261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8313100441997715261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-food.html' title='Good Food...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/SogqwWYGuhI/AAAAAAAAACU/J1Sj5OMFozs/s72-c/roll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-1886225562568176674</id><published>2009-08-14T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:45:53.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend is going to be productive or bust~!~ I am determined to finish the 8 things on my To Do list even if it kills me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am doing a 5k walk with a friend of mine and hopefully my foot will feel fine and I can push it a little further. After the great walk with my friend, I am heading straight back to house number 1 to clean out 2 closets.  On Sunday I am heading to house number 2 to clean out storage area and hopefully reduce the clutter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be a good day because I am putting off everything until TOMORROW... Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-1886225562568176674?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1886225562568176674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=1886225562568176674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1886225562568176674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1886225562568176674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!!!'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7257888013366306125</id><published>2009-08-13T20:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:29:25.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back in the groove...</title><content type='html'>This summer has been a long relaxing fun filled time. I had the opportunity to travel, write and get paid for it. My steamy little smut filled book was a big hit and the next 5 should go rather smoothly. The locations I visited were quite the inspiration. Not to mention the hot men that surrounded my locale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent the whole day getting my notes in order and my outlines ready. I purchased new office supplies just like a back to schooler and I am even thinking of buying a new desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the economy the way it is, the summer was a pure delight and I was truly fortunate to have the great times... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back in the groove also includes workouts. Did I mention they are not my favorite thing? I can give up a lot of things, and I can add a few, but the work out is kicking me all over. I have to be ready for Hawaii... NEXT month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month we will travel to Hawaii for business (cough). A few of my writing wenches will be meeting up with the agent/publisher and we will have many long days of work...(b.s.) I already told them if I am missing for more than 1 hour, you can find me at the hookilau with Don Ho's son... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back in the groove and back in the saddle... One more trip to the Shore and then I am off to Hawaii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel the urge to go buy school clothes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7257888013366306125?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7257888013366306125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7257888013366306125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7257888013366306125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7257888013366306125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-back-in-grove.html' title='Getting back in the groove...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4628342526641612891</id><published>2009-08-12T08:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:26:28.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi back from world wind vacay in Philly</title><content type='html'>To say I am exhausted is an understatement. From seeing Billy Joel and Elton John, to camping in the Pocono Mountains and seeing bears, deers, skunks, goats, turkeys, and all other living things, to a trip to AC just to throw a few bucks to their economy, I am just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert needs no explanation. But the camping trip does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our camping trip was an annual family reunion. I think it's the 36th year. We saw a Mom bear and her two cubs while doing our walk, then that same night, we had a visitor in our campsite. He was 450 pounds the ranger said. He came into our kitchen area. We are smart campers, no food was out and all the dishes were cleaned to a shine. He toppled over the empty garbage can and sniffed around, and left unsatisfied. While he was doing his examination, we were peeing our pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night brought out the skunks and deer. It was the same situation, but we all survived. Next year I am in a camper, I tell you now, no more tent camping for me!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time, and in two weeks I will complete my last leg of vacay. I need sleep.. please send me sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4628342526641612891?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4628342526641612891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4628342526641612891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4628342526641612891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4628342526641612891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/semi-back-from-world-wind-vacay-in.html' title='Semi back from world wind vacay in Philly'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5908021141820430456</id><published>2009-07-31T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:40:30.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out and banking...</title><content type='html'>I went to the gym for a workout, showered at the gym (which I detest) and I went to the bank to do some bidness. As I was waiting in line at the bank, I saw a few people from the gym I just left. We nodded appropriately, you know we have to nod because talking would make us almost human, and personal. In keeping with the gym mode, you are never human nor personal. So I did my obligatory nods and I waited for my turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in front of me had me totally captivated. He was there with his friend and they wanted to transfer money from man #1's account and put it in man #2's account because man #2 bailed him out on some teeth.  Seriously I cannot make this up, it's just that real. The nice cashier lady behind the counter restrained from chuckling and said you're a good egg my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was motioned to the far window, you could still hear the conversation and everyone else was captivated by the friendship these two guys had. At the end of their transaction, it was determined that they were heading to the meat market to get some chops.  I smiled inside and apparently outside too because the gym lady next to me said, well you look happy today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What just happened ??? She broke the nod rule. I quickly replied, yes I am very happy I am happy to be alive and have the joy of smiling. You could tell she regretted talking to me by the deer in the headlight look and then... out of the blue she said... I am happy too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5908021141820430456?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5908021141820430456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5908021141820430456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5908021141820430456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5908021141820430456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/working-out-and-banking.html' title='Working out and banking...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-165536157556053694</id><published>2009-07-30T20:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:17:34.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed at society - The Prez' beer party</title><content type='html'>I will not pretend to understand the motives behind the beer garden party. I am not certain that the police officer was intentionally asked to the White House to apologize. That wasn't what I thought it was suppose to be. My opinion of the showdown is just crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police officer was trying to do his job. The professor was trying to insert the race card. Plain and simple. General Powell said it best, Professor Gates needs adult supervision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the beer was cold and the conversation was warm. If not, I hope the beer was warm and the conversation was cold... either way, not top news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-165536157556053694?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/165536157556053694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=165536157556053694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/165536157556053694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/165536157556053694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/amazed-at-society-prez-beer-party.html' title='Amazed at society - The Prez&apos; beer party'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-2287588736317965744</id><published>2009-07-28T22:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:23:35.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We walked and laughed</title><content type='html'>Mr. Hairy Chest man and I did our walk today. I didn't want to leave his side. He was so intriguing. I have always enjoyed listening to him, but today it was different. It was a soulful talk. He talked about the things he sees differently. He talked about how we take every single step for granted. Here I was all down in the dumps about my not doing the half marathon; and the life style change not being the way I wanted. Here he says... I am truly glad to be alive and have a wife that still loves me. That is the most important aspect in his life. How emotional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they realized he was going to walk again, he and his wife went dancing for the first time. That is what life is about... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-2287588736317965744?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2287588736317965744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=2287588736317965744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2287588736317965744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2287588736317965744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-walked-and-laughed.html' title='We walked and laughed'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-443216971965289068</id><published>2009-07-28T09:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:28:35.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the walk...</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be a positive day for a great walk. I am doing a fast walk-semi jog. I am excited. Hairy chest man (one of my walking/jogging buddies) is meeting me at the upper/lower jogging court and we are going to see what we can do. I want to do at least the 5k and he wants to at least do 1 mile. Afterwards I promised him a nice long soak in the hot tub so he could recoup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairy Chest man has an awesome wife that is super supportive. She bought him a hot tub and put a nice fridge outside with a generous supply of healthy snacks. She even has a finish line banner over the tub. He is recuperating from doing a crazy marathon where he blew out everything. Sad part is; this was not his first marathon, he is a frequent runner. Actually I should say was. After this latest incident, he is freaked about even walking. After his incident, he couldn't walk for 48 hours and they didn't know if he would walk again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we will do the walk. That's what we call it and I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-443216971965289068?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/443216971965289068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=443216971965289068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/443216971965289068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/443216971965289068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/doing-walk.html' title='Doing the walk...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-2364497620088225481</id><published>2009-07-27T08:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:21:54.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy and not that pleasant</title><content type='html'>Today is a work day of sorts. I have some business to attend to. Which isn't fitting nicely into my "let's take a break" mode I have been in. Besides, this flu thing is kicking my buttocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to fly to New York and hopefully that will be postponed until the fall because today it's rainy and I don't want to leave my happy little cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting though, maybe I can just call in a "Rain Delay" day... Keep your fingers crossed please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-2364497620088225481?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2364497620088225481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=2364497620088225481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2364497620088225481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2364497620088225481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainy-and-not-that-pleasant.html' title='Rainy and not that pleasant'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6271779216411461185</id><published>2009-07-26T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:16:02.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew that crazy weekend is over</title><content type='html'>Several times this weekend I wanted to take pictures of the food I was enjoying, but I was in fear that the Food Gazette would be watching and judging. Then I realized, who gives a crap what a Food Gazette thinks. Doc says I am in excellent health, (with the exception of this funky flu)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't take the pictures, but I wanted to. I wanted to show the world (or the 3 or 4 that visit here) my awesome culinary experiences.  This weekend had me basking in the delicious delights of a little understated Chef called Emeril. I was lucky enough to be invited to a shin dig that would awaken any taste bud. My favorite dish is Stone Crab, however, lobster cooked properly is a close second. So much for the cholesterol right? I eat in moderation, do not alert the media. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the most delicate mixture of Seafood and the lightest pastry ever to set place on my luscious lips. I savored each and every bite and didn't want to stop. I however, do practice safe eating. I will explain in another post on safe eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love food and I love cooking. NOLA for dinner was a very special treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo please hope that this flu leaves me by Wednesday when I take flight to the most foodtastic vacay in history. If not, I will at home with my chicken noodle soup cooked up a notch with hot sauce and horseradish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6271779216411461185?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6271779216411461185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6271779216411461185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6271779216411461185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6271779216411461185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/whew-that-crazy-weekend-is-over.html' title='Whew that crazy weekend is over'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-9078543557591800355</id><published>2009-07-24T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:03:29.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The girls'/><title type='text'>The girls were not feeling it at the dog park</title><content type='html'>I took Ruby &amp; Riley to the dog park. They were not really impressed with the park. They have visited this park a few times and today, no fun. The other dogs that were there were too busy sniffing to play. My girls were trying to be social with everyone, but it seems that Ruby &amp; Riley are a bit too Ivy league. Ruby was sporting her Penn State collar and Riley was in her U of P collar. Since I am an alum, I joined in with a matching shirt and workout pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby made her way to a USF'er and they sniffed and each retreated to their respective corners of the play area.  Riley a big Bobby Bowden fan, made her way over to the FSUer and they played a bit. Until her daddy decided it was time for extra curricular activity with the cocker's mom on the blanket. The FSUer was all in his face and left Riley standing alone.  Riley is convinced it's because her Mom's SAT scores were intimidating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we loaded up and headed home. As I drove home, I thought about the exchange at the dog park and decided the girls still were my top priority and I would make sure they had their exercise. So I stopped at the Brandon Parkway and jogged the path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived home, the girls licked and snuggled with me. While I showered, they lounged in their spots and when I came out of the shower sweet smelling, I got the approving nod that said, thanks Mom, you were great... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs these big fancy dog parks. My girls and I love the time we spend together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-9078543557591800355?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9078543557591800355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=9078543557591800355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/9078543557591800355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/9078543557591800355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-were-not-feeling-it-at-dog-park.html' title='The girls were not feeling it at the dog park'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7946509470476968295</id><published>2009-07-23T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:14:53.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out before or after Ice Cream?</title><content type='html'>This has been the burning question all day. Should I eat ice cream before or after I work out? After a long deliberation, I decided I should eat ice cream after I work out because that will inspire me to work out in the morning to get rid of the ice cream from the night before. You know, this is all a science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am taking my girls Ruby &amp; Riley on a special trip to a fancy dog park. It's where I originally wanted their first birthday party, but the city freaked when they found out I invited a Playboy Bunny to the party. As if. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This park is in the higher rent district and if I am lucky, I can see A-Rod's new house from the park. Oh yeah I live real close to that McManse. It's a bit of an eye sore from out on the water way. I took a few friends out on the StarShip for a luncheon and as we toured the area, I narrated because I found so many neat things to spot. The house that was on Extreme Home Make Over; a famous Attorney's home; A old Mob guys House; and A Rod's new summer palace. For the record it is not as nice as my Sea Castle at the Shore and does not have the view I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the dog park. The girls and I will be having a dog-eat-dog luncheon before I pack up and head out again for the big excursion. I am seriously considering buying a Motor Home. That way my babies can ride with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the verdict is... Ice Cream after working out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7946509470476968295?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7946509470476968295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7946509470476968295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7946509470476968295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7946509470476968295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/working-out-before-or-after-ice-cream.html' title='Working out before or after Ice Cream?'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-8207680033934467104</id><published>2009-07-22T16:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:18:45.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The big open internet</title><content type='html'>I have had several blogs. I enjoy writing and I enjoy interacting with people. At a time I was home sick back in '96 the Internet was the window to the world. I would be up all night sick as a dog and I could sign on and find a friend to pass the time until I could go back to sleep. Thankfully I recovered (it wasn't as serious as we thought)however, a bond was formed. I met several online folks. I did not do the dating online, but I met friends in large groups and still have some of the friendships today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big open Internet is a scary place. Often you get warm and fuzzy by venting your feelings or the happenings in your life. You might say one or two things off kilter and think oh it will pass. Then the trusty dusty truth of EXPOSURE happens. There is no turning back. Many don't realize that every foot print they make on the Internet, whether it be a review, a message board or a comment in the newspaper is out there for the world to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has become of privacy is now BIG WIDE OPEN PRINT for all to see. It reminds me of a coworker I once had. I called her &lt;strong&gt;"click and snoop".&lt;/strong&gt; We worked at a nice size law firm and I was the newest hire. This &lt;strong&gt;click and snooper &lt;/strong&gt;was all about knowing your business and anyone elses. The day would start off often with... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that named partner X's house is worth 600k and that he has no mortgage. Or another good one was, I looked on line and I found out you inherited a big ole MC MANSION in New Jersey, you are PAYING for lunch. These were the daily's of her snooping. She actually felt obligated to "check" everyone out, and then spread the stories thusly. When partner X filed for divorce, she literally came into work 40 minutes early to tell each and everyone of us about it, she had to be first to know. In truth, I knew before she did but never felt the need to repeat it. Also, I hated to tell her that some of the information she found so to speak wasn't very accurate. In my case, I didn't inherit the house, I bought it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me write this ditty is this... we are all human, at least my DNA said I was. We make mistakes and we hope that one small glimmer of hope that if someone reads what we did or didn't do can help them. I am a firm believer in sharing information to help someone else. When that sharing is used against someone or they are judged, it really pisses me off. I hope that I may never share too much with you or make you judge me, but I am not promising anything. All I say is this... It's my life and it's now or never... I' ain't gonna live for ever. (thank you JBJ)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-8207680033934467104?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8207680033934467104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=8207680033934467104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8207680033934467104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8207680033934467104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-open-internet.html' title='The big open internet'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5717582309992009105</id><published>2009-07-21T23:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:22:19.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't give up...</title><content type='html'>I am somewhat disappointed I can't do the half marathon. I am being sincere. I asked the trainer if I could do at least a 5k walk and he said he thought my foot would be fine. It wouldn't be any different than my last shopping trip at Mall of America or whatever it's called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I did a little treadmill action and it was good. Back to the no carbs and I am going to drop 750 lbs if it kills me. Ok, not really that much weight. I asked the doctor if my weight had anything to do with my foot injury and he said no, it has to do with my shoe selections. He said I don't weight enough for my foot to be damaged. I guess wearing 5 inch stilettos really did a number on me. I think I hurt it trying to ice skate. It's nothing like roller skating, trust me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back on the partial marathon road. I will just be walking. (Fast like there is a sale at Lord &amp; Taylors)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5717582309992009105?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5717582309992009105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5717582309992009105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5717582309992009105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5717582309992009105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-give-up.html' title='I can&apos;t give up...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4389212451205345910</id><published>2009-07-21T13:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:26:51.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to report to the 2 or 3 that read this.</title><content type='html'>My marathon goal is not going to happen. I hurt my foot and the doctor says no running, not even a slow job until it's heeled (haha healed even). Of course that gave me great reason to not watch what I eat and gain weight. HELLO that was not a smart move. So I am back to the work outs and the eating right after a short pause in the eat-it-all-in-one-sitting phase I was participating in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the agenda: my revamping my life. I am still searching for that perfect (any)job that sparks an interest and hopefully a new place to live. I know it's a jungle out there, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book deal is so confusing, I have an editor, a publisher and hopefully an audience, but I am scared, did I mention I am scared??? So much that I am thinking of moving to Alaska and hide out with the Mooses or is that Moose-i. Alaska isn't really my bag though, I hate the sunlight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip around the country has been a blast. I have made short trips almost everywhere, and I still have places I am going. Stay tuned maybe a city near you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career change: Good bye Law, hello Candy maker? or was that Shoe maker, or could it be dog food maker, I am still up in the air, but would love to try my hand at something more relaxing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my dream life: Comfortable home, dog or two, maybe a cat, kids or not, nice man to wake up with, big family dinners celebrating everything, picnics at the drop of a hat, and plenty of laughter and love. Damn, I was right there until I got to the Love part... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4389212451205345910?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4389212451205345910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4389212451205345910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4389212451205345910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4389212451205345910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-to-report-to-2-or-3-that-read.html' title='So much to report to the 2 or 3 that read this.'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6808321940736408410</id><published>2009-07-13T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:09:46.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a good day...</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be good, and the reason is.. because I said so. That's the way to think, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going jogging in a few minutes to see how my foot is doing. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6808321940736408410?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6808321940736408410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6808321940736408410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6808321940736408410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6808321940736408410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-good-day.html' title='Today is a good day...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-75989127326160039</id><published>2009-07-12T22:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:39:35.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend flew...</title><content type='html'>This past week and weekend has been a blur. After the final viewing of the Michael Jackson funeral and all the pundents commentary I was ready for something different.  This summer has been a blast but there is work to do you know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I indulge in a few guilty pleasures and some may shock you...Whale Wars on Friday nights is a show I can't stop watching. I think it's sad about the Whale killings, but on the other hand, I think the Sea Shepherd is a bit loo-loo.  Only one paid person on the ship (The Captain) and the rest are made to shower only on certain days, not eat meat, and live in a bit of squalor. I know they signed up for it, but I just want to jump on that ship and cook hearty meals for them. A little meat for goodness sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cooking, another guilty pleasure is the next Food Network Star show. I am so opinionated that anyone around me can barely take it. Well... maybe one or two can take it. I love cooking and I love cooking shows. My favorite dish to make ... Appetizers. I love mini's of anything and love love love variety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are about it on my guilty pleasures, well... there is bowling. I love that too.  This week is going to be interesting. I am planning a huge road trip to NO WHERE... I will be photo documenting too... woohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the 2 that read this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-75989127326160039?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/75989127326160039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=75989127326160039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/75989127326160039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/75989127326160039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-flew.html' title='The weekend flew...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7596568056116882265</id><published>2009-07-07T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:29:19.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Michael Jackson RIP</title><content type='html'>I was born in the sixty's and I am a child of a variety of music. We had all kinds of music at my house. Music was really important. At all our gatherings we would have music playing. Either by record (wow I am old) or by live performances. I listened to the Jackson 5s and Donny &amp; Marie and the David Cassidy, and then the old stuff as I called it. DooWop, Beach music, Motown and country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 80's the dance music was all about funk and Michael Jackson. I can still remember seeing the Male Review with one of the regulars dancing to Beat It.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not fond of Michael Jackson's kid fascination, but as an entertainer, he was brilliant. Even watching the snip-its of his new show, it showed he was current with the music and the dancing and the beats. I was really impressed.  I am sad that the icon of pop music died. I am sad that he became a weirdo of his environment and that the fame and misfortune really did him in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope his three children grow up normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Michael Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7596568056116882265?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7596568056116882265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7596568056116882265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7596568056116882265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7596568056116882265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-rip.html' title='Michael Jackson RIP'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-2239337205256038901</id><published>2009-07-05T20:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:25:30.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday America'/><title type='text'>Whew I made it!</title><content type='html'>My duties as temporary care-giver are complete. I was able to see one of my baseball crushes win... yes I am a huge Jamie Moyer fan. Notwithstanding, I am also a big Tim Wakefield fan. I think it's because they are the only two in baseball I could crush on and not be Mrs. Robinson with. A cougar I am not. I prefer to be a little younger than my crushes. Call me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made it and made it to Philly with time to spare. Love love love the history that Philadelphia has. The food, the culture, the people, the historic feeling. When the flag was displayed on the field at Citizens Park, it was so interesting to remember that not far from the field is where Betsy Ross made our first flag. Very red/white and blue for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now heading to a town near you. I am doing a series of road trips to find some peace and quiet before heading back to Philly for a little more fun and arm pit pretzels. Oh and some sticky buns too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 233rd Birthday America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-2239337205256038901?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2239337205256038901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=2239337205256038901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2239337205256038901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2239337205256038901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/whew-i-made-it.html' title='Whew I made it!'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-462331335717120106</id><published>2009-07-02T23:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:56:06.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to be the dumbest or the nicest.. the jury is still out</title><content type='html'>I have been known to help a few of my friends with kids. I have been the stand-in concession girl for the baseball/soccer games. On occasion, I have also taken care of a few friend's kids for them in a pinch. When I say in a pinch, I would think they would have had to go to every end of the universe before asking me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been difficult. I have been helping my friend with 3 glorious children. Her live-in housekeeper is ill and in the hospital with women issues. This did not bode well with my friend. You see, her and her husband have this annual regatta and there is no way they can miss it. OK, OK, it's only for 4 nights, I can do this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I was given a list of things to do, places to drive, activities to prohibit, and food. Each meal was planned out with the most organic ingredients I have ever seen. I was not allowed to take them out to dinner, I had to cook for them. That isn't a big deal except my culinary skills are not to the organic nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out to www.thepioneerwoman.com for some help with tonight's ingredients, but I am sure she was overwhelmed with her own stuff, or sick of my recipe rescues request.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's dinner was suppose to be with organic like chicken parts. I tried, I really did, but I didn't feel comfortable with the time table that was given to me for cooking them. I felt they were not done and I didn't want to keep cooking them. So... off we went to my house for a little dinner surprise. I whipped up something non-organic. I made them Smokey Mountain Chicken and they loved it. I am prepared to tell my friend to kiss both my asses when she returns. Tomorrow night the kids are having Pizza because it's on their list. I am not getting them the veggie pizza, we are going to make our own, so whatever I have is what we will make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people do this????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed not fit for babysitting organic groceries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-462331335717120106?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/462331335717120106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=462331335717120106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/462331335717120106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/462331335717120106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-to-be-dumbest-or-nicest-jury-is.html' title='I have to be the dumbest or the nicest.. the jury is still out'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-1118054152025534211</id><published>2009-06-18T11:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:43:32.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It is what it is</title><content type='html'>Been away from posting for no good reason other than, busier than than busy. After returning from my vacation that didn't seem like a vacation, I hit the floor running with so many mini projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had to deal with;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Support issues (not mine because I have no children other than 4 legged kind)&lt;br /&gt;Business Issues&lt;br /&gt;Work Issues&lt;br /&gt;Relocating Issues&lt;br /&gt;Animal Issues&lt;br /&gt;Elderly person Illness&lt;br /&gt;Mini Vacation to the shore &lt;br /&gt;Getting Elderly persons taken care of&lt;br /&gt;Breathing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a lot and I haven't want to bore you with this. I have decided to fore go any plans I have and just wing it. And by wing it I mean totally let life run me for a while. It's much easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news comes though, I am not able to do the Marathon. Doctor feels my foot isn't healed enough and I am putting too much stress on it. Phsish I say... Who knows maybe he is right. We shall see. I am still walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be regularly posting here and another spot just to keep my mind sane. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-1118054152025534211?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1118054152025534211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=1118054152025534211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1118054152025534211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1118054152025534211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is what it is'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7497375611081420620</id><published>2009-05-10T07:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:58:56.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew glad vacation is over</title><content type='html'>I am officially back from Vacation and not really sure what happened this past week. The cruise was relaxing, a little too relaxing. I slept a lot! The ever-changing itinerary was a little nerve wracking but other than that, the people were kind of rude and the ship was somewhat boring, I am seriously glad to be home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cruise found me on the "fun ship" and after one day at sea I remembered why I have primarily sailed Princess and Royal Caribbean... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be home and cannot wait for my trip to the Jersey Shore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7497375611081420620?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7497375611081420620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7497375611081420620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7497375611081420620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7497375611081420620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/whew-glad-vacation-is-over.html' title='Whew glad vacation is over'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6805014152991286357</id><published>2009-05-01T11:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:03:55.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like sand through an hour glass...</title><content type='html'>Sorry dear blog I neglected you these past few days. I have been busy. My nephew moved into his first house (other than apartment) and I have been a busy Aunt. Plus... I worked out a little with the marathon guru. We are thinking of sticking to the half marathon and keeping our plans in check. Hey if Oprah can do it, I can right??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cruise tomorrow is going to be a test of strength. I am craving FRUIT. I know not chocolate, not potato's, but fruit. Ok, and a little rum or vodka, not really particular right about now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been conversing (hate that word) with a group of people that are going on this cruise, they are allowing me to tag along in their group during the next 7 days. Wish them luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to packing and wondering if there is time for lypo before tomorrow??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6805014152991286357?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6805014152991286357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6805014152991286357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6805014152991286357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6805014152991286357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-like-sand-through-hour-glass.html' title='It&apos;s like sand through an hour glass...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7481843150531905102</id><published>2009-04-28T19:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:18:36.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Carbing on a CRUISE???</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I leave for a cruise. The good news is I am now not going to Mexico, alas no flu for you... However, if we don't get an alternate port I will either be doing one of the following;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Working out extra time&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating extra amounts because I am on the ship&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleeping extra time and ordering room service &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is we better get an alternate port or I am screwed! Who goes on a cruise and doesn't eat carbs?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7481843150531905102?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7481843150531905102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7481843150531905102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7481843150531905102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7481843150531905102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-carbing-on-cruise.html' title='No Carbing on a CRUISE???'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-1934739875618144536</id><published>2009-04-25T08:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:18:11.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><title type='text'>Still on track with this working out..</title><content type='html'>I am still doing the no to low carb thing and I feel better physically. Mentally? Please give me a big ole honking loaf of bread please and call it a day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still on track with the working out and the marathon. My doctor however doesn't feel the marathon is a wise decision. She feels that staying with the 5ks is healthy enough. I think she is afraid to push me. Regardless, I am going to the track next week with my pudgy friends and we are doing some work outs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I should be doing 8 miles !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-1934739875618144536?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1934739875618144536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=1934739875618144536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1934739875618144536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1934739875618144536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-on-track-with-this-working-out.html' title='Still on track with this working out..'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3204627309307690311</id><published>2009-04-23T14:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:05:32.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out at the Cheesecake Factory??</title><content type='html'>Today after a shopping trip from hell for the upcoming cruise, I decided the food court had nothing worth the beans for. So I headed to the Cheesecake Factory. Did you know they have low carb cheesecake? For real, it's 8 carbs. If you split it with someone, that's only 4 carbs. Did you also know that EVERYTHING else on the menu is basically NOT carb friendly???? Bad time of the year for me I think. Every other day I feel like I am hit by a truck with this pollen, and the opposite days I think that my soul has been sold to Gypsy's... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I am working out with the breathing guy and the running guy... Wish me luck that the cheesecake factory hasn't done me in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3204627309307690311?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3204627309307690311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3204627309307690311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3204627309307690311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3204627309307690311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/working-out-at-cheesecake-factory.html' title='Working out at the Cheesecake Factory??'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7351190279330322227</id><published>2009-04-23T08:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:30:56.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Oldies Concert - Johnny Maestro and Larry Chance</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to the Van Wezel to see Larry Chance and the Earls. However, the headliner was Johnny Maestro and the Brooklyn Bridge. Also with them were the Shangri-Las. The Shangri-La's opened the show. Normally I am not a music critic. I like what I like, and I enjoy all types of music. However, this was not my favorite concert by any imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shangri-Las were billed as the "originals" and I have to tell you, my shoes were older than this group that formed in the 60's. They did not sound good either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry Chance is Larry Chance, and I just love him. He is a cancer survivor and really a great guy. I love him whether or not he is singing. But he put on a great show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Maestro- 16 Candles is probably the best known song, although he has many, was good. The sound was not good. He can't hit the high notes as well, but he sounds good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue was different. Nice and intimate. Not sure I would go again to see music there. The sound was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better stick to my Jersey Boys. I think I have finally outgrown the doo-wop music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7351190279330322227?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7351190279330322227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7351190279330322227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7351190279330322227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7351190279330322227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/oldies-concert-johnny-maestro-and-larry.html' title='Oldies Concert - Johnny Maestro and Larry Chance'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-1996499036749125036</id><published>2009-04-18T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:24:03.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunched up'/><title type='text'>My knickers are in a twisted bunch...</title><content type='html'>I am not sure how to post links to newspaper articles, because if I did, I would include the one that has my knickers in a bunch. Today in the St Pete Times a Zephyrhills woman is demanding an apology from the Mayor for an incident at a Publix Grand Opening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back story is this, they (Publix Cult) were giving away the green Publix bags to customers for the opening. One per customer. Mrs. Rude Citizen is told there aren't any left and she spots Mr. Mayor, he had two in his hand when Mrs. Rude Citizen interupts his conversation and asks for one of is bags and he won't give it to her. GOOD FOR HIM. Mrs. Rude Citizen goes home and wah wah wah's to her husband who is a contractor for the City and he spouts off an email to the Mayor demanding an apology. (Hope he is ready for early retirement)... Anyway, Mr. Mayor writes personally back he is not apologizing and the second bag was a gift from the store manager to his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am not of popular opinion and I know I will get old soon. HOWEVER, I am sick to death of the Elderly or semi-old thinking they are entitled to EVERYTHING because they are OLD. Or because they want it. I am seriously not a fan of older people. I do not want to volunteer to work with them, I feel they have an entitlement fever and should be glad to be breathing. If I am sitting and an elderly person walks up, I immediately get up for the woman or the man if he is having issues, but when they EXPECT it, seriously? NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older generation talks about how the younger people are today, and I have witnessed first hand how the "older" people treat the young ones, as if they are nothing or nobody, and to me that is unacceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right on Mayor of Zephryhills or Suffering Hills however you prefer it. I think its high time the old folks come down a peg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-1996499036749125036?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1996499036749125036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=1996499036749125036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1996499036749125036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1996499036749125036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-knickers-are-in-twisted-bunch.html' title='My knickers are in a twisted bunch...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7480620917836786048</id><published>2009-04-16T17:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:15:03.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carbs'/><title type='text'>Back to working out and counting NO carbs</title><content type='html'>Today I started back hard core after my trip to Philly for Easter. I have to admit this was not a great trip for me, and suddenly the thought of spending the summer at the shore so close to Philly has me a little uneasy. I will survive, but I am still thinking I am making a bad mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the carbs. Today I joined a group of Carb watchers if you will and we have been trading recipes all day. I say all day, that means between the laundry and the few letters and phone calls that came in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post an awesome recipe I received and if it tastes as good as I think,I will share a picture too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7480620917836786048?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7480620917836786048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7480620917836786048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7480620917836786048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7480620917836786048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-working-out-and-counting-no.html' title='Back to working out and counting NO carbs'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6014662955920900164</id><published>2009-04-15T17:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:27:10.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Whew that was a long trip...</title><content type='html'>Back from visiting family for Easter. I could write a lot about the trip and tell you all the favorite things I did or the not so favorite things, but I think I will just move past it and say glad to be home.  Back to the heat of Florida and away from the cool rain of Philly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that cannot compare with anywhere is my bed. Love love love my bed... But I did walk a lot while I was gone and tried to do some work outs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be home, and now back to the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6014662955920900164?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6014662955920900164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6014662955920900164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6014662955920900164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6014662955920900164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/whew-that-was-long-trip.html' title='Whew that was a long trip...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-8706997837405143872</id><published>2009-04-07T18:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:33:29.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>An Ode to my Mom...</title><content type='html'>My Mother use to say, don't ever ask Kym what she is thinking unless you are prepared to listen. Or another great one is, you never have to ask her, she will just tell you... Or my personal favorite, it's never dull with her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah... I am a regular joke a minute. I like to laugh and to make people laugh. I find humor is the best medicine. When I was suffering from Corporate Ulcer Syndrome, I found I had no chuckle left in me. I knew I was sick and needed help. My Mom wasn't around for me to practice my schtick on, or to even laugh or yuck it up with. Not many get my sense of humor and to say it's an acquired taste is putting it mildly. I don't go for racial or ethnic things, but I am quite the weirdo about humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today being full of piss and vinegar (and not apple cider vinegar) I decided to yuck it up on my dog walk. I was enjoying the windy breeze as Riley and Ruby decided I needed to be walked... As I got down my lonesome street, I ran into a couple of other dog walkers. I had no idea there were "professional" dog walkers. My girls have gone to doggy daycare and I have had a sitter in to take care of them, but I never knew you could have a daily walker. Well, when they spotted me they asked are you a dog walker? I said Yep, full blown doing it for the money, walking the starch right out of them... They were puzzled and dismayed and said, well are you new here? I said nope, been here about 11 years. They were a little disjointed by my presence, I could tell these were the "girls" of the block and they didn't take kindly to new dog walkers, so I decided to have some fun... the silly me said, I am just tracking this route so I can spread my business cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home, my two neighbors down the street were at my driveway asking me what was going on. I seem to have hit a sore spot with the dog walkers... Well I promptly came in, sat at my computer and make a few business cards, and some flyer's... This made me laugh for 2 hours... I might or might now circulate them, but it sure was good for my soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-8706997837405143872?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8706997837405143872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=8706997837405143872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8706997837405143872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8706997837405143872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/ode-to-my-mom.html' title='An Ode to my Mom...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4370801391671111329</id><published>2009-04-06T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:35:26.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm contagious in a non-germ way</title><content type='html'>My working out and watching my diet is contagious. I have started a cult I think. My ex-husband asked me to help him with the carb thing. He is a national speed skater and really hasn't shown an interest in my life changes. He started copying me. At lunch last week, he ordered the same thing I had. (the dieters plate) Now, he is reading labels on food and calling and reporting to me. He isn't the only one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who gave me the info on a low carb store in Largo/Seminole area that delivers if need be. So I started putting a list of food items together so I can go and pick them up, and another friend wants me to get stuff for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am getting emails daily from several friends following me and asking me about menu selections. I am a Low Carb Chick. I have a small following. Next weekend (the 18th) we are doing a little GEOCache activity and then I am hosting a Wii party. Imagine losing weight at a party??? Seriously. I have a host of low/to no carb appetizers and tasty drinks. They even have low carb beer... hello... not my thing, but I could seriously love a low carb daiquiri. Not happening, but my little cult party may be a hit... I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4370801391671111329?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4370801391671111329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4370801391671111329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4370801391671111329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4370801391671111329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-contagious-in-non-germ-way.html' title='I&apos;m contagious in a non-germ way'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-8926685037691476937</id><published>2009-04-05T10:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:38:01.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going to Hell I am sure'/><title type='text'>I'm not sure but I think I am going to hell</title><content type='html'>I am not sure about this, but I think having a crush on a Priest is grounds for going to Hell. This morning I drug myself to Church for early Mass. I was not as peppy in my step as last week. I checked the Priest Schedules and my favorite Priest was not scheduled for early Mass. I stammered and thought of reasons I would stay home from Palm Sunday Mass. But instead, I got ready and went to Church. As I was sitting in my pew (not my stink, I showered thank you) I heard Head Priest tell head music guy, it was Father OMGosh saying mass today. I thought to myself, he is mistaken, it's not him. Next thing I hear is Father OMGosh's powerful delightful charming voice. I can't see him, I can only hear him. I am quite certain God is playing a trick on me. Next thing you know, there he is... ahhhh I am so happy. I am smiling, and hopeful with anticipation of his delivery of Mass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just as I thought, delightful... SHAME ON YOU, YOU RELIGIOUS HUSSY!!!!!! As Mass ended and the Priest left the building, I headed out to shake the powerful, delightful charming Father OMGosh's hand, however, he was gone... NOT THERE???? He made a bee line for his car and was leaving... What is going on???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I will be at Mass tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m. asking him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need me, I will be on a short journey to Hell for crushing on the slightly older, salt n peppered, powerful, delightful, charming Priest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-8926685037691476937?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8926685037691476937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=8926685037691476937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8926685037691476937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8926685037691476937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-sure-but-i-think-i-am-going-to.html' title='I&apos;m not sure but I think I am going to hell'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6877377857880388357</id><published>2009-04-04T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:56:01.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am all better now... haha</title><content type='html'>No cravings for soda (Coke Cola) today. I am getting ready for my workout and then shopping. I am going on a cruise in 29 days, I am really looking forward to it. It will be before I head out for the summer to the Jersey Shore. At least that is my plan. I am being told that my plans to take flight to the shore is not very mature of me. To be a beach bum of sorts for a whole summer isn't very adult like. HELLO. I think it's very adult like. As a matter of fact, I think a lot of adults would like to do this just once in their life, as I am going to do, just once in my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have asked if I have a bucket list of sorts, I don't, but I do want to live my life to the best of my ability and enjoy each and everyday with a smile on my face. I smiled a lot last night while discussing issues with my dog. My dog thinks living at the shore is not so cool. She is afraid of water and thinks I am going to make her swim. I haven't told her that the water is about 64 degrees when I get there, and I wouldn't dare dream of her doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to workout and sweat to the hippest music going... Today I might do a throw back to the doowop days.. not sure yet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6877377857880388357?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6877377857880388357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6877377857880388357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6877377857880388357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6877377857880388357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-all-better-now-haha.html' title='I am all better now... haha'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-8205359705009081906</id><published>2009-04-03T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:45:51.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday and I am a failure...</title><content type='html'>Today has been a rotten day. I got on the scale and for all my hard work and energy I have gained 2 pounds. Did you read that???? 2 BAZILLION MILLION pounds. I threw caution to the wind and I went out to dinner tonight and I had ... a Coke Cola. Yes I did. I then had lobster, (which is really OK on my plan) and Shrimp. Did I forget to mention that I also might have had a little (A LOT) pasta. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ashamed and am personally disappointed in myself. I have 100 reasons why I did it. One being I had a headache that wouldn't quit, after several dozen Tylenol, I needed a Coke Cola. The pasta was just there, not really any intention of eating it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be working out at 7 am with the rest of the healthy nuts and remembering how luscious my Coke Cola tasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lypo anyone?? Please? Anyone???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-8205359705009081906?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8205359705009081906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=8205359705009081906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8205359705009081906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8205359705009081906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-friday-and-i-am-failure.html' title='It&apos;s Friday and I am a failure...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4366681788322886526</id><published>2009-04-02T20:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:23:04.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah yeah work out - BLAH</title><content type='html'>As I am trying my best to stay positive, I am not seeing positive results right now. I am a little discouraged. I will still do the 5k I signed up for this weekend, did I mention that??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel like eating a HUGE bowl of ice cream (and I don't even really like ice cream) and I want to sit on my couch and just cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just pull up my big girl pants and dust off my running shoes and try for tomorrow. If not, you can catch me at Crabby Bills drowning my sorrows in Stone Crab and ALCOHOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4366681788322886526?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4366681788322886526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4366681788322886526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4366681788322886526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4366681788322886526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-yeah-yeah-work-out-blah.html' title='Yeah yeah yeah work out - BLAH'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-2571186118577797318</id><published>2009-03-31T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:28:12.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on the plan... I can breathe...</title><content type='html'>My breathing has improved greatly. I had my blood pressure taken yesterday and I didn't hold my breath! I am alive. The breathing is also helping with the extra fitness stuff so that is great. Today, I am doing a light work out and then sitting my butt by the pool to drink frozen non-caloric drinks? Impossible I say. I have to have a day off for good behavior. I have been really good, honest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a track walk at Clearwater High School today with a few friends. I am not sure if this is before or after drinks (just kidding). We are doing a short walk to see where we are as far as stamina. My coach is insisting that I do not run. I said not a worry mate, I will promise you the only running I will be doing is to the bar. He didn't seem amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-2571186118577797318?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2571186118577797318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=2571186118577797318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2571186118577797318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2571186118577797318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-on-plan-i-can-breathe.html' title='Still on the plan... I can breathe...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6165942584355931579</id><published>2009-03-28T15:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:48:28.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Loss'/><title type='text'>The Marathon process and dieting???</title><content type='html'>I have been practicing the breathing and I want to tell you, it sucks!!! It sucks the life right out of me. But that's OK, I will keep breathing and next week if I am all breathed right (not a real word) I will be training on the actual how to do a marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other news; my quest to live a long and happy life is in process. I tried to do a quick fix with lap band surgery and was told to gain weight so I could have it. Alas I did begin to gain weight, but half way through I chickened out so to speak (much more to this) and I have been lugging around more weight that didn't appeal to me. So... Off with the weight, and get myself in shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marathon sort of prompted my push to do this in a big way, but not in a way that would cause the said weight to come back. Meaning, give me more motivation for my quest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I did the ole weight-in and the scale was not pretty. However, today, with only breathing and following a modified Carb type menu, (not diet) I have lost 5 FIVE POUNDS. Did you hear that? I lost 5 BAZILLION POUNDS. OK just 5 pounds, but it's a happy 5 pounds. Ladies, you will also want to know that it's a 3 days before the &lt;strong&gt;monthly&lt;/strong&gt; ambush too! So GO me!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy and proud that I made proper choices in my menu, and with Lent to boot... Friday was a hell day, I wanted to just sleep so I didn't have to eat anything and not crave meat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I am meat available, I want fish! You would think I am a confused Catholic, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight after a nice fish dinner with some tasty Squash and Cauliflower, I will be doing a normal workout on Wii and see how that nets me some pounds off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6165942584355931579?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6165942584355931579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6165942584355931579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6165942584355931579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6165942584355931579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/marathon-process-and-dieting.html' title='The Marathon process and dieting???'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4383077046795334861</id><published>2009-03-26T17:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:03:10.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathon'/><title type='text'>Torture is putting it mildly</title><content type='html'>Today I practiced breathing and nearly called the Rescue Squad. I believe this breathing is worse than the running. I tried to think of things to blow out, like a birthday candle, a baked flambe, cherries jubilee, but nothing worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired after 20 minutes of breathing, I winged it and did a short run/walk. A mile might go easier if I could breath, but non-the-less I got it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4383077046795334861?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4383077046795334861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4383077046795334861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4383077046795334861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4383077046795334861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/torture-is-putting-it-mildly.html' title='Torture is putting it mildly'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5378804404298140753</id><published>2009-03-25T13:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:35:17.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Meeting</title><content type='html'>I met with the Marathon trainer today. He looked at me twice and said "why are you doing this again"? I said for self satisfaction, why? He said well... you travel a lot, you live on the edge and you are going to do this for some sort of small token of satisfaction. I sat and listened and I politely said, "go eff yourself you self righteous punk"... With that, he said FANTASTIC... I FOUND THE MOTIVATION TRIGGER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said keep spouting like that and you will find the S&amp;W trigger right upside your head... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked on breathing today. I have a habit of not wanting to breath. When I am at the doctors getting my blood pressure checked, I hold my breath. When I walk steps, I hold my breath. Seriously. It's an issue! So we worked on breathing and not the kind of breathing you do when having a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me trotting down the street breathing like I have just had 2 packs of Camel cigarettes (I don't smoke) you will know its just my training method...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5378804404298140753?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5378804404298140753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5378804404298140753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5378804404298140753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5378804404298140753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/marathon-meeting.html' title='Marathon Meeting'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3347367581558536438</id><published>2009-03-24T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:32:01.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Yikes it's been a rough one.</title><content type='html'>Today my brother-in law's Aunt passed away. She was a very nice lady, a real hard worker, a sweet lady with a lot of spunk. When his other Aunt was notified, she stated she would go try and reach their other sister because she hadn't heard from her in a day or so. When the second Aunt went to tell the third Aunt, she was found dead at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for my sister's husband. He lost his Mom and Dad several years ago, and his sister this year, now this. Crazy how life goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless them at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3347367581558536438?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3347367581558536438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3347367581558536438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3347367581558536438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3347367581558536438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/yikes-its-been-rough-one.html' title='Yikes it&apos;s been a rough one.'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6806482287197005291</id><published>2009-03-23T09:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:13:15.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathon'/><title type='text'>The Marathon 2009</title><content type='html'>At www.tamparaces.com you will find a few great races to participate in. I choose the November 22, 2009 race so I will be well prepared and not be rushed or have an excuse for not running in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire to run the half marathon came from reading another blog listed on my daily reads called "Life in the Boro".  I found that a regular guy with a job and family could do this, this could be a sign that I can do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years I planned to do the Turkey Trot full out.  Previous years I would walk in it or do the political thing and ride in it.  In 2004 I had planned to do the full race.  I was preparing and in July of that year my sister had a massive heart attack.  It scared me to pieces.  She was refinishing a chair when it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well through the years I have done many 5ks and thought well one day I will do the Turkey Trot, but over the last few years I have been in Philly so I couldn't do it long distance.  This year, I will be in Philly again, so the X Country Marathon at the Alafia River State Park is my target.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting with a conditioning coach and a trainer for this. Not to be confused with a weight trainer. Training does change your lifestyle, but I have already started that and I have a HUGE support system helping me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me on my journey if you want...&lt;a href="http://tamparaces.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamparaces.com "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6806482287197005291?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.tamparaces.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6806482287197005291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6806482287197005291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6806482287197005291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6806482287197005291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/marathon-2009.html' title='The Marathon 2009'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6101607855637139380</id><published>2009-03-22T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:49:51.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday is coming too fast</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is D day. You know, the day we will dread because we are on the Marathon plan... I am eating the last of the bad stuff and tomorrow I am going to be in store for my training program.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a wonderful gorgeous day, we (my girls - puppies) played outside and lounged around like we were Sammy the Seal... It was really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to figure out how I can go to Crabby Bills for dinner and not have guilt for the next 6 months... Hey wait a pizza might do the trick, nope-gotta have crabs... Man I am so screwed for 6 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6101607855637139380?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6101607855637139380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6101607855637139380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6101607855637139380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6101607855637139380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-is-coming-too-fast.html' title='Monday is coming too fast'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-1742896237433236855</id><published>2009-03-21T19:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:45:32.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phillies Spring Training game 03-21-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ScV5oS3--VI/AAAAAAAAACM/hWXVVlZHq_w/s1600-h/Spring+Training+03212009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ScV5oS3--VI/AAAAAAAAACM/hWXVVlZHq_w/s200/Spring+Training+03212009+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315788668349118802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the Phillies v Twins Spring Training game. I was really excited because I love spring training. The Brighthouse Field is one of the nicest places and it's casual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in my element at the Phillies games. Today, I was sandwiched between Jerseyites and Philly Phreaks... It was great. No one thought I said Water funny, no one thought my desire to go to the shore for the summer was strange or unusual. They all actually loved New Jersey and the interesting parts thereof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the picture came out, I think its the one with Chase Utley's butt..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-1742896237433236855?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1742896237433236855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=1742896237433236855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1742896237433236855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1742896237433236855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/phillies-spring-training-game-03-21-09.html' title='Phillies Spring Training game 03-21-09'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ScV5oS3--VI/AAAAAAAAACM/hWXVVlZHq_w/s72-c/Spring+Training+03212009+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-819857441990520376</id><published>2009-03-21T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:24:20.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a new way of life.'/><title type='text'>So it's official I am doing a Marathon... a half one first</title><content type='html'>I have wanted to do the Turkey Trot Full Blown Run for many years.  Something always came up, my sister had a heart attack (my skinny sister, rather only sister)... then, you know, the preparing of the meal thing, and then, well, you can't run in Clearwater when you are in Philadelphia... Which is something I wouldn't trade for anything in this world. So, with this new health kick thing, and life style change, (which I will write about later) I have committed to do the half marathon.  Mind you I have conditions, one being it's run in Alaska, because I hate to sweat, and the second, well the second is a car is standing by with oxygen, water and Krispy Kreme donuts, (for the fuel purposes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today's game (see previous post) I will meet with the Marathon Nazi and we will plan our attack.  He is really not a Marathon Nazi, but for all intensive purposes; HE IS....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-819857441990520376?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/819857441990520376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=819857441990520376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/819857441990520376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/819857441990520376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-its-official-i-am-doing-marathon.html' title='So it&apos;s official I am doing a Marathon... a half one first'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4651359459821370225</id><published>2009-03-21T08:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:46:14.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phillies Spring Training'/><title type='text'>Spring Training Baseball Game today!!! Woot!</title><content type='html'>In about an hour or so I will head out for the Phillies spring training game at Brighthouse Fields. They are playing the Twins today. I love the stadium and I hear that Mr. Utley may be playing today, so I am double excited!! although the Flyin' Hawaiian is my favorite player, right behind him is Jamie Moyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to take pictures to post, but I cannot guarantee they won't all be butt shots.!!! (I am a girl after all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4651359459821370225?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4651359459821370225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4651359459821370225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4651359459821370225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4651359459821370225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-training-baseball-game-today.html' title='Spring Training Baseball Game today!!! Woot!'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4731777972659508184</id><published>2009-03-20T17:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:10:39.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My delays are getting too long.</title><content type='html'>I love to blog, I use to live for writing. I loved expressing my opinions and couldn't wait to share with everyone my thoughts.  But I often wondered and still wonder, does anyone care... Well I am here to say, I need to vent so back to writing for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier times ahead I promise, that is if anyone still reads me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4731777972659508184?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4731777972659508184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4731777972659508184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4731777972659508184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4731777972659508184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-delays-are-getting-too-long.html' title='My delays are getting too long.'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4400095457522484817</id><published>2009-02-27T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:21:35.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I am back...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay, I had to sort out a lot of crap and get myself together. I will be heading out for the summer to live at the shore. I know I sound 16 but hey it's my life and I am living it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost all packed and ready, I just have to wait until May gets here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4400095457522484817?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4400095457522484817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4400095457522484817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4400095457522484817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4400095457522484817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-i-am-back.html' title='Ok I am back...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6904147005970958216</id><published>2009-01-23T22:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:42:48.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrrr family'/><title type='text'>Be glad you are not related to me, or you would be attending several funerals</title><content type='html'>I am feeling a bit blue. I have had several funerals since December in my life.  My long standing doctor of 33 years (I know I am only 21 but really the doctor aged me) died, a friends son died, two cousins died, and welcome to January where another 3 have died. Jimminy Crickets.  I cannot take all this stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while speaking with my favorite Aunt (who really isn't my Aunt, but my Mom's first cousin) she said if I die, you don't have to come up here for the funeral if you are not already here. I rather talk to you weekly and see you when you come up for your visits, not worry about it when I am dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks she is preparing me for something I don't want to face.  I sincerely hope I am over-reacting as my favorite Uncle, (who is not really my Uncle, but her husband) would say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please no more death ok? I am tired of the sympathy cards and obligitory flowers and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6904147005970958216?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6904147005970958216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6904147005970958216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6904147005970958216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6904147005970958216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-glad-you-are-not-related-to-me-or.html' title='Be glad you are not related to me, or you would be attending several funerals'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5536643645170401560</id><published>2009-01-08T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:06:17.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love blogs and blogging</title><content type='html'>I love to read blogs. I find it very interesting, entertaining and often educational.  Sometimes it's just for fun, other times it's for the info. Still nonetheless, I love blogs.  I have started to post a few on the left and the right columns of my little ole blog here because that's the kind of girl I am.  However, I will clean the mess up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the blogs.  I love to cook and I love The Pioneer Woman, she has great recipes and great giveaways, but I really just love the blog. I like the photos and the wacky questions she puts out there. Often makes you think... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good one, which year did you dislike the most in high school.  Boy oh boy did it bring me back to my younger wilder days.  In 9th grade I was called Juggs.  You remember the movie, Mother, Juggs and Speed?  Raquel Welch was Juggs, Bill Cosby either Mother or speed I cannot recall.  &lt;br /&gt;Boy oh boy does this take me back to 9th grade science with the two science mates I had... One is now a Bank President married to a girl who does not look like Raquel... Interesting turn of events. Insert daydreaming music... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my post here... check out some of my links, I think you will enjoy them... Maybe one of them will take you back to a fun place in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5536643645170401560?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5536643645170401560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5536643645170401560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5536643645170401560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5536643645170401560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-blogs-and-blogging.html' title='Love blogs and blogging'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-8026784812999033956</id><published>2009-01-07T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:02:41.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>Happy 2009 and all that jazz. I am in the middle of remodeling so please excuse the dust bunnies that are poking out.  I hope 2009 is everything you want it to be and more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not make any resolutions I could not keep, therefore I made NONE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to cook more, eat less and laugh until it hurts. That is one thing I can certainly do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned the blog is getting ready to rock and roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-8026784812999033956?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8026784812999033956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=8026784812999033956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8026784812999033956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8026784812999033956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3081501119217568587</id><published>2009-01-01T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:13:42.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy 2009'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2009 Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a night. The weather cooperated, the people down the street didn't burn me out with fireworks and I am so looking forward to a new beginning. Not sure what that will mean, but I am hopeful and hope everyone has a great 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started creating and cooking today and I have to say I feel GREAT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to just kick this food habit, and I am all set!lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3081501119217568587?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3081501119217568587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3081501119217568587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3081501119217568587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3081501119217568587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009-happy-new-year.html' title='Welcome 2009 Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5817923612317646069</id><published>2008-12-31T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:24:22.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 2009</title><content type='html'>May you have a great 2009 and your hearts fill will Peace and Joy.  I am a pretty religious person, not that I am pretty, just that I am sort of Religious, and I am praying for all my friends and family to be healthy and happy this year coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I close my eyes tonight before going to bed, I will pray for all to have a great 2009.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people in this world that do not believe in God, any God for that matter and for them, I feel sorry for them.  If I didn't have a belief I don't know where or how I would have survived.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Worship the Frisbee, or any other organized religion that gets a tax break, please add prayer to your life, you will be glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5817923612317646069?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5817923612317646069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5817923612317646069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5817923612317646069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5817923612317646069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-2009.html' title='Almost 2009'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-1172583549538598148</id><published>2008-12-30T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:47:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew Christmas is over... wait here comes New Years</title><content type='html'>We survived Christmas in fine fashion.  I over-ate, felt sick and then suffered.  On Christmas Eve I attended Midnight Mass at my church and it was really neat. I really enjoyed it. Christmas day was so special, I got caught up enjoying it so much, we forgot to open our presents to each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice dinner on Christmas day with his folks and then we relaxed and had a good time sitting around enjoying our night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here comes New Years.  We are suppose to go to a party, but I am inclined to decline. I want to enjoy the New Year with a quiet night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the gym and they all fell over in shock. Haha ha I say to them. I am doing the right thing. I am working out where-ever I am and doing it for the good of my health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope 2009 is everything you want it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-1172583549538598148?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1172583549538598148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=1172583549538598148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1172583549538598148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/1172583549538598148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/whew-christmas-is-over-wait-here-comes.html' title='Whew Christmas is over... wait here comes New Years'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-2086347119503146829</id><published>2008-12-24T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:00:36.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Eve Dinner'/><title type='text'>Santa is on his way....</title><content type='html'>First let me start off by telling you to visit the most awesome blog on the planet. It's called The Pioneer Woman. The address is www.thepioneerwoman.com I tried to put it in my last post but it didn't show. &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made her Prune cake and let me tell you, I have to make another. SERIOUSLY awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today consisted of continued shopping for the dinner party that is about to take place in 30 minutes. My guests have not arrived yet. They will trickle over in about 10 minutes. I have the dining area set up, the bar area set up, the dessert bar set up, the appetizer area set up and the gift/train area set up. Each of my guests will get something from Santa's early delivery. I even set up a smoking area at my neighbors house (haha I crack me up). Actually I detest smoke, but I am an accommodating hostess so I have a smoking area with two high-top tables and sand packs, ash-trays, breath mints and spray, with small little candles that are meant for Oder eating. I am so considerate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks are at 7:30 and dinner is at 8:00 the attire is formal pj's; just kidding but one year I would love that. The bus will pick us up at 10:00 for a 30 minute ride to see the lights and I will be off to Midnight Mass at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Many thanks to the mini staff that has been assisting me during this time**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-2086347119503146829?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2086347119503146829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=2086347119503146829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2086347119503146829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2086347119503146829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-is-on-his-way.html' title='Santa is on his way....'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6359996885724124848</id><published>2008-12-23T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:01:52.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas baking'/><title type='text'>Baking, Creating and Nibbling along the way...</title><content type='html'>Two magic days until Christmas. I am jammed packed with company and parties until the end of the year. So I have had to put the apron on and start getting creative.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Lime Squares are baking right now, the Oatmeal and Butterscotch cookies are cooling, the Ooey Gooey Pumpkin Cake is next in line.  After that, the Olive Pinwheel Bread will be the final creation for tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a whole new ball game.  I am making &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prune cake.  I am serioulsy excited about this.  Also, I am making mini shoofly pies for my recently widowed friend. He specifically asked for them.  Then for the dinner party its the Prime Rib and Italian feast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew I am tired. Buzzer is going off, time to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6359996885724124848?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6359996885724124848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6359996885724124848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6359996885724124848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6359996885724124848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/baking-creating-and-nibbling-along-way.html' title='Baking, Creating and Nibbling along the way...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3442129536607278916</id><published>2008-12-23T09:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:25:20.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days until Christmas...</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe Christmas is almost here. Last year I remember saying, next Christmas this and that will be over with.  Well NOT so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today consists of baking and wrapping the last of the millionth present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3442129536607278916?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3442129536607278916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3442129536607278916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3442129536607278916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3442129536607278916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-days-until-christmas.html' title='Two days until Christmas...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3976741305235942783</id><published>2008-12-22T14:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:46:36.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>So not ready for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Today, I realized I am so not ready for Christmas.  Last Friday I started a remodel on my main bathroom. Call me crazy, but I was tired of the drywall look that I had created after removing the ugliest wallpaper known to man.  So we sanded and we sanded and I painted and I painted.  By the way, I bought this awesome Ralph Lauren EXPENSIVE paint and the color was suppose to be light suede. Well not so much. It's much darker than I imagined.  But I decided to go with it until after the holidays and I will do this all again then. I decorated my bathroom for the holidays with rich brown tones and snowmen.  It looks really nice, but is it ever dark.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding myself it will all be OK because I will be so busy I won't notice it. Or at least I keep telling myself that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bake 1000000 more cookies and cakes.  Love the holidays and love to bake. Just wish I was with my family right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry early insane Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3976741305235942783?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3976741305235942783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3976741305235942783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3976741305235942783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3976741305235942783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-not-ready-for-christmas.html' title='So not ready for Christmas'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5492854477754731018</id><published>2008-12-10T07:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:58:21.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas baking'/><title type='text'>Shakin' and Bakin' for me today</title><content type='html'>Getting all my stuff together for my bake off and shaking the house up for the Christmas decorations.  I usually have my tree up by now, but I have been down and blue. Can't seem to get in the mood.  But today I will get the baking started and hopefully the spirit will come to life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tap to bake today:  cookies and rice crispy treats for the little girl down the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the other 700 dozen cookies for the gift baskets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5492854477754731018?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5492854477754731018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5492854477754731018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5492854477754731018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5492854477754731018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/shakin-and-bakin-for-me-today.html' title='Shakin&apos; and Bakin&apos; for me today'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7960987774201507041</id><published>2008-12-09T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:37:30.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas baking'/><title type='text'>So much to do...It's time to bake the cookies</title><content type='html'>Christmas baking is one of my favorite things to do.  This year I am making a few extra baking items to give away instead of the nondescript token gifts that I could buy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tap will be lemon bars, oooie gooie pumpkin cakes, pecan bites, sugar cookies, italian wedding cookies, and spritzs. I cannot forget my favorite chocolate dutch mint cookies either.  Next I will start on the pies and cakes.  But for now, it's cookie time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7960987774201507041?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7960987774201507041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7960987774201507041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7960987774201507041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7960987774201507041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-much-to-doits-time-to-bake-cookies.html' title='So much to do...It&apos;s time to bake the cookies'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-4307782568613474759</id><published>2008-12-08T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:37:36.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What will 2009 bring?</title><content type='html'>I have so much going that needs some decisions made. However, I am not sure what I should do.  So I will take the Bobby Kennedy approach and ignore it until the next wave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very busy 45 days for me. Vacation, the Montazuma's Revenge (aka maybe serious viral infection) anxiety and discord with my career, and Thanksgiving in my favorite place on earth... PHILLY, opps I mean my second fave place.  The shore is my favorite...  Wow that was a mouthful, but it is very real and I am doing the best I can... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been cooking and trying a lot of recipes and trying to get myself into a habit of a new recipe a day.  That is really challenging. Tomorrow I am making Rum Bundt Cake courtesy of www.thepioneerwoman.com her recipes are to die for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will 2009 bring?  I am hoping for a new career opportunity, a new home and maybe if I am good... a new wardrobe.  Oh yeah it's life changing time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed 2009 is a great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-4307782568613474759?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4307782568613474759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=4307782568613474759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4307782568613474759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/4307782568613474759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-will-2009-bring.html' title='What will 2009 bring?'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3654227925639174227</id><published>2008-11-11T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:31:55.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while... so much to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/SRpAE3HhSsI/AAAAAAAAABc/vnuDHkSNnfA/s1600-h/party_becks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/SRpAE3HhSsI/AAAAAAAAABc/vnuDHkSNnfA/s200/party_becks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267593166422362818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer ended and I survived the shore withdrawal.  Fall started to peek it's funny little head and I headed off to vacation.  I didn't really get to relax during vacation and then when I came home, I was sick.  I am not sure if it's viral or nerves, but I am shot in the buttocks I tell you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of just taking up drinking and forgettin about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3654227925639174227?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3654227925639174227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3654227925639174227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3654227925639174227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3654227925639174227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-while-so-much-to-say.html' title='Been a while... so much to say'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/SRpAE3HhSsI/AAAAAAAAABc/vnuDHkSNnfA/s72-c/party_becks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-2492454466601199487</id><published>2008-08-27T05:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:44:56.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Convention did ya watch???</title><content type='html'>I have been passionate about politics since I was 14 years old. I loved loved loved politics. I have been to a couple of inaugurations and so on. Even held public office and so there you have it, politics I love... I cannot watch the Democratic convention. I am not sure if its because I am still irked they didn't count Florida delegates, but I think they are the pits... Or is it because I am a Republican? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this way, let me know when the Rock Stars are going to appear, then I will break away from the Soap Network and watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-2492454466601199487?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2492454466601199487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=2492454466601199487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2492454466601199487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/2492454466601199487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/convention-did-ya-watch.html' title='The Convention did ya watch???'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6172389097138707306</id><published>2008-08-24T21:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:05:45.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The VP was announced...</title><content type='html'>I am a middle of the road kind of person. I vote the way I think, one issue at a time. For being a former politician I am told I am "dangerous". I do not vote a straight party line, sorry can't do it. And by can't I mean WON'T. But back to the VP issue. If Obama would have picked Hillary I would support him, even though I dig John McCain. Because I dig the sax man (Bill Clinton) more. And let's face it, if former Clinton is involved, we are back in the saddle. But Obama screwed up big time. Not that Biden isn't something of an icon, because let's face it since I was 7 years old he has been in office. Hmm... since 1972 he couldn't find a real job? OK, that was a cheap shot, and especially from a girl like me that overlooks Ted Kennedy's many flaws... If it weren't Hillary, it should have been Gov Rendell from PA. Sorry but it's true... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So John McCain, you have my vote and support, which in the big scheme of things means, I will donate the appropriate amount of money, volunteer and yes remain a republican until the next election. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, who has a name spell check cannot address??? I have several misspellings because of the word Obama. Not likely it will be added to any of my personal dictionaries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary in 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6172389097138707306?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6172389097138707306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6172389097138707306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6172389097138707306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6172389097138707306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/vp-was-announced.html' title='The VP was announced...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-8219392742717307741</id><published>2008-08-22T18:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:52:46.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushy'/><title type='text'>TGIF yeahhh</title><content type='html'>I am so glad it's Friday, except I have to work this weekend. I don't actually "have" to, but I want to so I am not so far behind in my work. Because my engagement party is going to take a lot of planning and I want to be all caught up at work and be ready for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight it's family fun night. We are having pizza from my favorite spot and playing Wii for a while... What a guy!!! I am really lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-8219392742717307741?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8219392742717307741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=8219392742717307741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8219392742717307741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8219392742717307741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/tgif-yeahhh.html' title='TGIF yeahhh'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3262541509113453976</id><published>2008-08-22T06:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:54:55.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The week flew sorry for being gone..</title><content type='html'>With Fay the Hurricane, Tropical Storm or whatever she was, it was hectic to say the least. I have a nervous nelly in my office it was quite fun.  The weather really danced around and landed no where near me, but the preparations were overwhelming. As it came to a close I breathed a sigh of relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a few other things getting ready to take it's place in occupancy land... I am planning my engagement party. That's right I am getting married.  To a very nice man who laughs at my jokes, or at me, I am not sure which... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But planning this party has been interesting. Finding the location, which state, when, who, when, and who... It's a merry-go-round for sure.  Did I mention it's a merry go-round??? Anyway, plenty of tidbits will come from this and I hope it will fill you with warmth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3262541509113453976?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3262541509113453976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3262541509113453976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3262541509113453976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3262541509113453976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-flew-sorry-for-being-gone.html' title='The week flew sorry for being gone..'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3880004351554246026</id><published>2008-08-18T07:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:10:32.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>I made the Chicken in yogurt and panko crumbs</title><content type='html'>I was going to post a picture, but it wasn't a pleasant sight. I forgot to cover the chicken until over half way through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is what I used and how my recipe went;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a big group to feed, ok a few seriously hungry guys and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 chicken legs, 6 chicken thighs. &lt;br /&gt;Plain Yogurt 2.5 cups&lt;br /&gt;an 8 oz box of Panko Bread Crumbs&lt;br /&gt;Garlic&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Juice &lt;br /&gt;Parsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first breaded the 6 legs and the 6 thighs and noticed how little I had left in the panko crumbs, so I quickly searched my closet for other bread crumbs and could only find Cheddar Cheese Frenches Onions. I had about a half of can.  I quickly crunched up those and began dipping the last 6 legs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the chicken on 2 baking pans and I stuck them in the brand new oven at 375 degrees and baked them just about 55 minutes.  I did cover them at the 35 minute mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken was so moist and tasty, but personally I liked the cheddar cheese one better. The coating was crispy and it wasn't as sweet.  I am going to try this again following the COMPLETE directions. (covering it with foil until the last 15 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served this with potato salad, Ceaser salad and corn on the cob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3880004351554246026?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3880004351554246026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3880004351554246026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3880004351554246026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3880004351554246026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-made-chicken-in-yogurt-and-panko.html' title='I made the Chicken in yogurt and panko crumbs'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5192958123969539083</id><published>2008-08-17T08:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:00:57.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Gloomy in Florida right now...</title><content type='html'>The Hurricane warnings are out. Hurricane Fay might become a Hurricane and affect our area.  This does not sit well with me, I have a ton of work to do, and I need to have electricity thank you very much.  I am going through the freezer right now getting ready to cook up a few things so we can have them in case we are without electricity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One recipe I am trying today for the first time is the Pioneer Womans Chicken legs. www.thepioneerwoman.com.  Using panko bread crumbs and yogurt, it looks really good and I think my gang will like it... I will let you know how it turns out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5192958123969539083?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5192958123969539083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5192958123969539083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5192958123969539083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5192958123969539083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/gloomy-in-florida-right-now.html' title='Gloomy in Florida right now...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3667505727753330308</id><published>2008-08-16T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:37:06.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Back in the swing of things...</title><content type='html'>I am in a baking mood. I am going to make my family recipe of Baked Mac and Cheese and some cakes.  I am trying to find a good recipe for some perfect ribs.  I make my ribs like my Mom made them, but I want a them a little more tender... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook and I love to decorate. I am trying to get my guest bedroom out of the country phase and into the chabby chic that even my Uncle would feel comfortable staying in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3667505727753330308?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3667505727753330308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3667505727753330308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3667505727753330308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3667505727753330308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-swing-of-things.html' title='Back in the swing of things...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-6306309533529681619</id><published>2008-08-16T19:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:20:29.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew the summer flew bye</title><content type='html'>Had a great family reunion in the Pocono Mountains. We went camping and had a blast. My aunt is the best funniest home video queen there is.  I haven't seen my uncle move so much as he did when showing the video to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a kid getting ready to go back to school. I even went out school shopping for clothes and office supplies.  Trust me, it never goes away.  I think I will need to take a class or something to get this situation under control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fall is around the corner and I have a lot of projects in store.  Painting the house, finishing the bathroom remodel, re-doing the kitchen and my lanai. (fancy little name for a porch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go bake a cake, I feel the domestic urge to do something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-6306309533529681619?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6306309533529681619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=6306309533529681619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6306309533529681619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/6306309533529681619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew-summer-flew-bye.html' title='Whew the summer flew bye'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5394299189669767579</id><published>2008-07-20T07:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:21:35.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wondering'/><title type='text'>Others thinking for you... Or making decisions for you.</title><content type='html'>This doesn't sound good, someone else is thinking for you? Or someone else is making decisions for you... Do you think this is a good idea?  I don't.  I think that we tend to all get caught up in the "make someone happy" or "don't rock the boat" or whatever you want is fine with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From going out to dinner to what you watch on tv or to where you go on vacation.  Have you given up the fight, or decided the fight just wasn't important enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a relationship that I didn't assert my needs. I was along for the ride until it became so toxic and nerve splitting I had to say get away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I recently found myself back in that old trap. Oh I don't care where we go on vacation you sexy thing, I guess as long as we are together we will have a great time. W R O N G. That only happens in the movies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner the other night and he loves Mexican food. Me, not so much. It's not that I don't like it, it DOESN'T like me.  I went there and in true fashion, I was sick the next 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... things have to stop.... Ahem if you are reading this, deal with it. If he isn't ... well we might not have to worry about vacation anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5394299189669767579?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5394299189669767579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5394299189669767579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5394299189669767579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5394299189669767579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/others-thinking-for-you-or-making.html' title='Others thinking for you... Or making decisions for you.'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-8864604134135434669</id><published>2008-07-19T23:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:12:05.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Been a way, and not sure what to say..</title><content type='html'>I have been a blogger for a long time and I really enjoyed it until it caused me pain.  I love to write and felt that my opinion was something someone wanted to read. All bloggers are closet writers in one way or another. Blogging is a good venue to get that opinion out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I like to share my thoughts, I am not sure if anyone other than myself read them.  So I am going to change my blog to reflect the life and times of living in this mixed up world. Answering questions and giving my 2 cents where it isn't wanted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Jersey Girl is on a roll, and I hope you enjoy the Eticket ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-8864604134135434669?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8864604134135434669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=8864604134135434669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8864604134135434669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/8864604134135434669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/been-way-and-not-sure-what-to-say.html' title='Been a way, and not sure what to say..'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-872354683500074388</id><published>2008-05-18T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:11:42.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time is now'/><title type='text'>Going back to Jersey</title><content type='html'>Well my great party weekend is about to start.  I will be heading to the big skys and getting my Sea Castle ready for guests.  This weekend coming is going to be a huge amount of fun and relaxation even if it rains.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come back in a few weeks saying "watch the tramcar please" and "this one time at the shore, omg you should have seen Marc flip those waves"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you will have to snap your fingers in my face and say back to reality of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 of my closest and best buddies will be sipping cold drinks and eating the best freshest seafood and listening to ... oh yeah a guest appearance will thrill everyone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully pictures will be bountiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-872354683500074388?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/872354683500074388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=872354683500074388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/872354683500074388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/872354683500074388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/going-back-to-jersey.html' title='Going back to Jersey'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-5221794275092795635</id><published>2008-05-11T07:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T07:40:15.890-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The beginning'/><title type='text'>Living today as a 40 something year old isn't a cake walk</title><content type='html'>I would normally address this Attention Ladies... but I have recently learned being in your forties has challenges for both men and women, which I find fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first turned 40, I thought well live is half over, because we women only live to be about 80.  When that sank in that in my estimation, I had wasted the first part of my life, I was upset.  That was nothing compared to the changes and challenges that faced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly developed a rash that could not be explained by any medical doctor.  I was sure I had leporscy.  Not even sure what that was, but I knew I had it. Then, I lost my Mom. Wow, who would know how to deal with that, and I said goodbye to family unit I had for half my life.  Next job change... How interesting... And then the 40 year old ish living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not a bad story, a challenge here and there, and some fun along the way. I hope you join me in my journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-5221794275092795635?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5221794275092795635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=5221794275092795635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5221794275092795635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/5221794275092795635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-today-as-40-something-year-old.html' title='Living today as a 40 something year old isn&apos;t a cake walk'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-3503120321142729511</id><published>2008-05-11T07:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T07:34:35.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog issues'/><title type='text'>Ok this thing could be fixed</title><content type='html'>I am hopeful this is fixed. I am not really happy about having to delete everything, and basically start over. But it's done and I am moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-3503120321142729511?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3503120321142729511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=3503120321142729511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3503120321142729511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/3503120321142729511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-this-thing-could-be-fixed.html' title='Ok this thing could be fixed'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411394812197048280.post-7077510454103294664</id><published>2008-05-10T20:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:37:36.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more time...Trying to get this right...</title><content type='html'>I have had to delete and restart this blog over, I am frustrated, but stick with me, I will get it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2411394812197048280-7077510454103294664?l=justajerseygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7077510454103294664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2411394812197048280&amp;postID=7077510454103294664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7077510454103294664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2411394812197048280/posts/default/7077510454103294664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justajerseygirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-more-timetrying-to-get-this-right.html' title='One more time...Trying to get this right...'/><author><name>Jersey Girl 46</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906275311226157768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiABWV1l6jE/ST34jZaOMvI/AAAAAAAAABo/BJCMKGr5jd4/S220/BettyBoop125.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
