<?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-11453094</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:42:19.495-06:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Funny Story'/><category term='Changes'/><category term='Nice people'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='Bus'/><category term='Being hit on'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Emotional'/><category term='colds'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Procrastination'/><category term='School'/><category term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>I'm Just Plodding Along</title><subtitle type='html'>Well, here is yet another way to spend more time in front of a computer....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-7862992767447839726</id><published>2007-01-30T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:59:39.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>A Song Meme</title><content type='html'>Name your top 10 most played bands from your music library:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Martina McBride&lt;br /&gt;2. James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;3. Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;4. Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;5. Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;6. Paul Brant&lt;br /&gt;7. Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;8. Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;9. Kieth Urban&lt;br /&gt;10. Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first song you ever heard by 6?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know which one I heard first, but the first one I fell in love with was "Leavin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite album of 2?&lt;br /&gt;I only have ever heard from the "Back to Bedlam" album, and it is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite lyric that 5 has sung?&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood- how to pick? I love her lyrics. I will say "The next time that he cheats, it won't be on me" from Before He Cheats- it is such an angry song, and it makes me happy (I know, odd). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you seen 4 live?&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen Switchfoot live. In fact, I have only ever seen ummm.... someone else.... live. Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite song by 7 ?&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Chicks- it would definately have to be Travelling Soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a good memory you have involving the music of 10?&lt;br /&gt;Shania Twain- umm.. ooh! A bunch of us were watching the Grey Cup, all packed into one small room, and we made fun of her- we always make fun of the halftime show people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a song of 3 that makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Someday We'll Know- it is on the Walk To Remember CD, and it reminds me that endings aren't always happy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite lyric that 2 has sung?&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I LOVE LOVE LOVE James Blundt. My favorite lyric would have to be "You're beautiful/You're beautiful/You're beautiful, it's true/ I saw your face in a crowded place/ and I don't know what to do/ cuz I'll never be with you" from You're Breautiful... I seem to be a sucker for the sad songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get into 3?&lt;br /&gt;Only by one of the most fantastic movies ever, A Walk To Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first song you heard by 1?&lt;br /&gt;Concrete Angel- oh wow, SUCH a good song.... once again very, very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite song by 4?&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot- Dare You To Move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you seen 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;Never seen Kieth Urban, and unlikely to, as tickets are ridiculously expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a good memory you have involving 2?&lt;br /&gt;Discussing why girls are a sucker for James Blundt with one of my guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a song of 8 that makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Faith Hill... If My Heart Had Wings.. it reminds me that, alas, it does not, and why do so many people live so far away? It also makes me happy though... so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite album of 5?&lt;br /&gt;Does Carrie Underwood have more than one? I think just the one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite lyric that 3 has sung?&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Moore... "The moment I saw you cry" in Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite song of 1?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to pick only one??? Well pick one from the list: Concrete Angel, She's a Butterfly, Independance Day, This One's For the Girls, Happy Girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite song of 10?&lt;br /&gt;Uuuhh.... She's Not Just A Pretty Face, It Only Hurts When I Breathe, and another one that I can't remember now, but it is a happy one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you seen 8 live?&lt;br /&gt;Never- one of my friends did though (doesn't that sound lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite album of 1?&lt;br /&gt;Greatest Hits- it has all the best ones :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a great memory you have considering 9?&lt;br /&gt;He has good driving songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first song you heard by 8?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure... Maybe If My Heart Had Wings, but I am not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite cover by 2?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were there even any questions for number six?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-7862992767447839726?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/7862992767447839726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=7862992767447839726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/7862992767447839726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/7862992767447839726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/song-meme.html' title='A Song Meme'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-5708011898454159871</id><published>2007-01-28T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:18:56.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>10 firsts: &lt;br /&gt;First boyfriend/girlfriend:  I'll let you know... later.&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: Kayla... I haven't seen her in, like, nine years.&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: Thadyne&lt;br /&gt;First kiss:  I'll let you know later again. What can I say? I am picky.&lt;br /&gt;First piercings: none&lt;br /&gt;First Car: a minivan&lt;br /&gt;First love:  My first crush was on a boy named Ian and I have not seen him in about ten years.&lt;br /&gt;First stuffed animal: I dunno- I had a ton. I probably had them before I was born.&lt;br /&gt;First pet: a cat named Kenzie. We still have him.&lt;br /&gt;First memory: I remember waking up in my crib and looking around the room. My family lived in the basement of the house we were building at the time, and so I was looking around the room at my family. I was about two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 lasts: &lt;br /&gt;Last cigarette: none&lt;br /&gt;Last alchoholic beverage: none&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: my mom dropped me off at home after the library about four hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss:  see above&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen:  I don't know... my head is so filled with the Office I can't remember anything before that. &lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: I talked to my dad&lt;br /&gt;Last cd played:  I am playing nature sounds&lt;br /&gt;Last bubble bath: About two weeks ago, I tried out my Christmas present, and it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried: On Tuesday we watched the saddest movie ever in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 have you evers: &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friends: see above, so no. But if I were to date someone, I would want to be super good friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny dipped: baths??&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on tv:  yes- twice&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed somebody and regretted it:  never ever&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a sex dream about someone you knew:  no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen in love:  no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost someone you loved:  yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been depressed:  I fall into a funk on occassion, but I try not to stay there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 places you've been to: &lt;br /&gt;1. Spokane, WA&lt;br /&gt;2. Camrose, AB&lt;br /&gt;3. Edmonton, AB&lt;br /&gt;4. Victoria, BC&lt;br /&gt;5. Cranbrook, BC&lt;br /&gt;6. Calgary, AB&lt;br /&gt;7. Regina, SK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things you've done today: &lt;br /&gt;1. Went to church&lt;br /&gt;2. Tried to read a book&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the library&lt;br /&gt;4. Ate&lt;br /&gt;5. Pretended my cousin was my boyfriend (see previous post)&lt;br /&gt;6. Blogged about creepy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite things in NO order: &lt;br /&gt;1. Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;2. The Office&lt;br /&gt;3. Road trips&lt;br /&gt;4. Date squares&lt;br /&gt;5. Giggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you want to do before you die: &lt;br /&gt;1.  Learn how to ballroom dance&lt;br /&gt;2.  Fall in love&lt;br /&gt;3.  Get married&lt;br /&gt;4.  Graduate from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you will do tomorrow: &lt;br /&gt;1. Visit the post office&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to school&lt;br /&gt;3. Study Psych&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you want to be (that you're not now): &lt;br /&gt;1.  an RSW&lt;br /&gt;2.  a crazy grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you are now: &lt;br /&gt;1.  a student&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-5708011898454159871?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5708011898454159871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=5708011898454159871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/5708011898454159871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/5708011898454159871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-1027966212320760753</id><published>2007-01-28T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:46:33.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being hit on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>The curse strikes again</title><content type='html'>Well, it has happened again. Yet another creepy old man has hit on me. It has become such an epidemic that my mom actually suggested to me that I pray and ask God to take this affliction from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So church was really good today. Really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after church, a TON of us (like about 25-30) stayed and all ate together, including a couple of old homeless men who had come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of them stared at me all through dinner. I was sitting very far away and was doing my level best to not look at him. Then he calls all the way across the table, introduces himself and says "We'll meet again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if this is not enough, I overhear this conversation between him and one of the older men in the church. (Closer people to them filled me in on all the creepy details I missed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy man: I want to know something about HER. (Points at me). Is she married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian man: Well, she is really young, and going to school. (Tone of voice suggesting that he was actually saying, "ew! she is a third of your age you pervert, that is totally innapropriate!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy Man: Well, that's not what I asked. I asked if she was married. I am not seeing anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my reaction to this was to get my cousin Robbie to act like my boyfriend. We sat on the same chair, he put his arm around me, I put my head on his shoulder and we called each other honey and dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he never stopped staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad is at the moment buying him a bus ticket to Calgary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-1027966212320760753?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1027966212320760753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=1027966212320760753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/1027966212320760753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/1027966212320760753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/curse-strikes-again.html' title='The curse strikes again'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-7141326710927980176</id><published>2007-01-22T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:53:50.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being hit on'/><title type='text'>You Know That The Guy Who Supposedly Likes You Doesn't Listen To A Thing You Say When...</title><content type='html'>He says that all people going into your chosen career path are "the most heartless and cruel people ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-7141326710927980176?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/7141326710927980176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=7141326710927980176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/7141326710927980176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/7141326710927980176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-that-guy-who-supposedly-likes.html' title='You Know That The Guy Who Supposedly Likes You Doesn&apos;t Listen To A Thing You Say When...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-5606272320867466229</id><published>2007-01-09T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T17:35:29.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>My Workload this Term</title><content type='html'>I have now been to one of each class I have this term. I was wondering why I felt stressed, so I made a list of things I have to do for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 15 hours of class a week&lt;br /&gt;- 2 full days of field placement&lt;br /&gt;- Read 8 complete textbooks, all of which are directly related to most of the assignments, so it can't slide&lt;br /&gt;- 7 tests (not too bad there I guess&lt;br /&gt;- 14 papers, which will total about 95 pages of writing&lt;br /&gt;- 3 group projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the due dates are piled on top of each other. There are several things where 5 things are due that week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. How are we supposed to practise self care with these demands?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-5606272320867466229?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5606272320867466229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=5606272320867466229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/5606272320867466229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/5606272320867466229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-workload-this-term.html' title='My Workload this Term'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-8761951188237603172</id><published>2007-01-07T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:32:58.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I seem to be the first to post the news...</title><content type='html'>Well, after church today, Robbie told me the big news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saryn had her baby at 3 AM last night!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being a man, he did not know anything else useful, such as name, weight, or looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is a baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-8761951188237603172?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/8761951188237603172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=8761951188237603172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/8761951188237603172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/8761951188237603172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-seem-to-be-first-to-post-news.html' title='I seem to be the first to post the news...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-7601557794366171803</id><published>2007-01-04T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:08:50.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being hit on'/><title type='text'>The Report</title><content type='html'>So I was told to fess up on how it went, so here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we alctually had a lot of fun. The film on whales was really really nice. I learned a lot, and it was so magestic. We whispered comments during the movie, so it totally wasn't awkward at all. The film only lasted 40 minutes, so afterwards we went to Timmie's, and had a bite to eat and chatted for another 40 minutes, and had fun trading stories and laughing. Then he dropped me off at home, and it totally wasn't awkward at all. I had a nice, fun, relaxing time, just as I'd hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the text messages started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, why must conversations like this needs be via test message? It costs me 25 cents apiece! What is wrong with in person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first of all he thanked me for going out and said he'd had fun, and said next time we should make it a 'real date.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran over to Julia's and was like "He paid! What's the difference between tonight and a real date?" She suggested asking him that, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was longer than a 40 minute movie and a night out on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I dithered for a few minutes, but decided that I am less interested than he is, and he isn't a Christan, and I would be a terribly unloyal and unaffectionate girlfriend, as I like other people more, and would ditch him for one of them, and don't even want to hold his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as two dates leads to three, which leads to four.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted back that I had lots of fun, and would like to hang out again, but only as friends, as I need a Christan boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has been an hour, and no more texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun! Why did it have to get awkward??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-7601557794366171803?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/7601557794366171803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=7601557794366171803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/7601557794366171803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/7601557794366171803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/report.html' title='The Report'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-526701367544545219</id><published>2007-01-03T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:55:52.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><title type='text'>Revenue Canada</title><content type='html'>So for the last two years, I have accidentally filed my taxes well over six months too late. Apparently, I earned my way onto a government hit list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months before taxes are due, Revenue Canada sends me all the forms I need, instructions on how to complete them, and a calander of when they are all due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't waste any time at the end of 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-526701367544545219?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/526701367544545219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=526701367544545219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/526701367544545219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/526701367544545219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/revenue-canada.html' title='Revenue Canada'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-1766450578463080203</id><published>2007-01-03T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:39:52.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being hit on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A different variation to the same old theme...</title><content type='html'>So. You know all the creepy old man stories I told all last summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter a new, more pleasent variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the summer I met Bill, a manager from Cold Lake. Well, after the manager in Westmount finally got fired in September, Bill moved to Edmonton and took over his job. I like dropping into the store every so often, and we talk and stuff, and when I worked there for a day, he got my number, and I got the vibes that he knew I was a girl (doesn't happen often, but I usually pick up on it when it does).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I popped in there for a few moments today, and then walked home, and after I'd been home for a while, I got a text that asked if I liked IMAX movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I phoned and left a voice mail that said that yes I did. (Can't make it too easy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he texted back and invited me to see the whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am planning on going out and having fun. A nice fun, friendly date sounds like it would be... pleasent and relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bill already got a few points by not repeating the mistakes that others have previously made. He made an effort to try to get to know me. He actually invited me to something I'd like instead of the bar. And this is only just a date, not walking into the whole quagmire of the relationship blah blah gossip blah blah thing as if it was someone from camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-1766450578463080203?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1766450578463080203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=1766450578463080203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/1766450578463080203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/1766450578463080203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/different-variation-to-same-old-theme.html' title='A different variation to the same old theme...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-6145947782872273727</id><published>2007-01-01T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:39:02.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>2007: In foresight.</title><content type='html'>Well, now that we have looked back, it is time to look forward. 2007? It looks like it is gonna be a year of changes. Many of them, and major ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, OK, until April things will continue fairly steadily. I'm (planning) to finish off my last term of school. I'll graduate in the spring and then-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School again, or job, I suppose. But school would likely require moving. A job might too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike that blank canvas that the last eight months of the year are. I like having a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ther you go. 2007: Changes and Uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-6145947782872273727?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/6145947782872273727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=6145947782872273727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/6145947782872273727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/6145947782872273727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-in-foresight.html' title='2007: In foresight.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-1197439260633250043</id><published>2007-01-01T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:25:01.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>2006, In Retrospect</title><content type='html'>To commemmorate the new year, I shall reflect on the happenings of the last year... or at least attempt to. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Completed my second and third terms of my social work diploma. I have certainly learned a lot of theoretical knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Worked at the Source by Circuit City. I had a lot of fun working there. Some of my coworkers were a blast, and it was really nice having a job I could leave at work. I also learned that apparently I am attractive (to strangers at least; just not people I know) when I got hit on numerous times by a wide variety of people... but creepy people, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stuggled with my professional confidence. By that I mean confidence in my skills as a social worker. Losing my field placement was difficualt, and school was harder in this second term than it had been last year. Even at my new field placement, I still struggle with that, because it is really better suited to Child and Youth workers, and while I do get along great with my supervisor, and there are lots of benifits, I feel as though I am not being challenged enough to prepare me for a job. Maybe I am just overly picky, or feeling overly vulnerable, but... well, God has it in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lived independently. I have been cooking my own meals, paying my bills, having my own apartment, getting around the city by myself, and making my own decisions for over a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have been taking more of a leadership role with young people's. I have been a helper for the last two New Year's and camp, a leader in Edmonton until September, helped plan May Long and prepared a Bible study for the girls there. This is a very different role than I have previously had- which was pretty much to sit and wait until someone joined me, or to bemoan my lack of close friends at young people's. Now, it is different. This New Year's, for example, I spent a lot of time with the younger girls- the ones just coming into young people's who really don't know anyone. They were so much fun to hang out with, and I really think they appreciated it too. Well, at least they say they do. I know when I was their age, I really appreciated those girls that pretty much welcomed me into young people's, and now it appears I am doing it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I bought all ten seasons of Friends DVDs. The next series I would love to have is The Office. It is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I stored up a lot of memories- like the time when Rebekah and I got taken out for Valentine's by a couple of our friends, or the times when Julie stayed over and we'd all stay up ridiculously late talking, or just cooking here with my neighbors, or running through the sprinklers in the park, or having long and intersting conversations on msn, or the time I used a fire extinguisher for the first time, or some of the great road trips we have taken, or just going out to eat with friends, or the time when a bunch of us walked all the way back from Steepes, or the crazy old man that I see on the bus occasionally, and you get the idea... I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-1197439260633250043?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1197439260633250043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=1197439260633250043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/1197439260633250043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/1197439260633250043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-in-retrospect.html' title='2006, In Retrospect'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-7844543990789265298</id><published>2006-12-18T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:31:09.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Memeing off of Meghan</title><content type='html'>1. What does your name mean? Well, my keychain tells me that the name Jennifer means "fair". So apparently that means I am supposed to be blonde, according to that. Oh well... I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your default pic taken? Actually, I lack a default pic... I can't figure the whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your middle name? It is Thadyne. Any other Thadynes out there? Feel free to make your presence known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your current relationship status? Single. I am single like a Kraft Single all alone in an empty refrigerator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, does your crush like you back? Which one? Most of the time, I think all of them are nos, and occasionally (very occasionally) I let myself hope that one of them might be a yes. Why don't the ones I like and the ones who like me ever match up? It has got to be the worst luck in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What's your current mood? Pain, because my face hurts. Wisdom teeth are coming in, and I need to get my glasses adjusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you like the most? Warm spring days, road trips, slowly waking up in the morning, getting dressed up, and babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What makes you happy? Well, all of number seven, and I guess I'll add a few more... hmmm.... Getting an e-mail for no reason other than catching up, staying up all night talking, having debates about the stupidest things, like where stores should display canned tuna and why, and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you musically inclined? Well, I can sing, and I like listening to music, but I cannot operate an instrument. I admire people who can though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could go back and change something, would you? Hmmm.... that's a toughie. I'd love to redo awkward conversations, or embarressing moments, or avoid myself a lot of heartache, or have gotten a different field placement, but would I be the same person if I'd avoid those lessons? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you MUST be an animal for one day, what would you be? I would be someone's pet ferret. They look like they are always having so much fun, and when they sleep, they look SO relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever had a near death experience? Actually, yes I have. I don't really remember a lot though, so I can't tell you if there was stars, or a tunnel, or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Something you do a lot? I pretty much sit in front of my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the name of the song stuck in your head right now? Actually, I am listening to a new CD, so it is Concerto in G by Antonio Vivaldi. It is off the Marie Antonette soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who did you copy and paste this from? Meghan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever sang in front of a large audience? With groups, never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name someone with the same birthday as you. Pam, Michael (the only non-creepy person to ask me out- an army boy), Jacob (someone I knew from the community), and Bonnie (my old boss). Who knew April Fool's Day was so popular? Ha! I got four! I challange any of you to beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Their shoulders. And if they are the right height so that if I hugged them, I could rest my head on his shoulder without getting a crick in my neck without putting my nose in his armpit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you usually order from Starbucks? A pastry of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your favorite smell? Hamburger cooking. Oh! Except for this one cologne that Someone (can't say who) wears. I was at BP's and the server was wearing the same cologne, and even though he was old and ugly, I was still attracted to him because the cologne was the same as what this other person wears. Isn't that lame?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-7844543990789265298?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/7844543990789265298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=7844543990789265298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/7844543990789265298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/7844543990789265298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/12/memeing-off-of-meghan.html' title='Memeing off of Meghan'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-5800672633664063155</id><published>2006-12-15T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:52:17.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>I should be out celebrating</title><content type='html'>So university students everywhere are all celebrating the end of term. All of the assignments and deadlines and responsibilities are out of the way until the New Year, and they can all settle down to family time, vacations in exotic places, and celebrating the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me. I still have an assignment to finish, and three more days of field placement to make up for some of the time I missed earlier in term. It actually feels like a bit of a letdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-5800672633664063155?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5800672633664063155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=5800672633664063155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/5800672633664063155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/5800672633664063155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-should-be-out-celebrating.html' title='I should be out celebrating'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-5458980252731091318</id><published>2006-12-14T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:19:40.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Year End Blog</title><content type='html'>I am stealing this idea from Bronwyn's blog. It is a year end meme- you post the first sentance that you blogged from each month of the year. So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January- Well, I am home again from Christmas and New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February- So, I was sitting in my Children and Adolescents class this morning, when it suddenly dawned on me with a gasp of horror that I have three assignments due in the next week and a half, and I haven't started on any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March- So yesterday morning I woke up at 6:30 as usual, and got ready to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April- I had a lovely birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May- Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June- I am melting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July- I stayed healthy for a week while I was at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August- I have a theme song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September- Well, I just got back from a weekend retreat with my church, and I had so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October- So I am walking home today, talking to my sister on my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November- So I was on the bus yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December- Here's the gist of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that looks boring.... :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-5458980252731091318?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/5458980252731091318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=5458980252731091318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/5458980252731091318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/5458980252731091318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-end-blog.html' title='Year End Blog'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-1532822291848096815</id><published>2006-12-12T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:16:29.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colds'/><title type='text'>I am sick</title><content type='html'>Well, I got sick very suddenly. Yesterday, I was healthy. Today, I have a cough, achey muscles, am lethargic, can't get into a deep sleep, and I coughed so ard I gave myself a huge nosebleed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling nasty and weak like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although good thing it is now, and ot at New Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still ate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-1532822291848096815?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/1532822291848096815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=1532822291848096815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/1532822291848096815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/1532822291848096815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-sick.html' title='I am sick'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-2067416474449472307</id><published>2006-12-08T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:52:21.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>150 Posts</title><content type='html'>This is my 150th post. For this momentous and auspicious occasion, I am going to include Jen's Life By Numbers, 2nd ed. I have also gone through all the 149 previous posts and added labels to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- Jen's current age&lt;br /&gt;4- Number of places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;2- More essays to write this term&lt;br /&gt;2- Finals left, both taking place Monday &lt;br /&gt;5- Field placement days left until vacation&lt;br /&gt;671- Number of songs on my computer&lt;br /&gt;5- Number of universities I am applying for for next year&lt;br /&gt;11- Number of pairs of shoes I own&lt;br /&gt;3- Number of Diana Gabaldon books I own&lt;br /&gt;125- The bus that I take everyday&lt;br /&gt;10- Number of Friends seasons that I own&lt;br /&gt;3- Number of phone numbers that I have had&lt;br /&gt;0- Number of dates I have been on&lt;br /&gt;1- Number of hockey games I have been to&lt;br /&gt;6- Number of paid jobs I have had in my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;3- Number of field placements I have held&lt;br /&gt;10,000- Amount, in dollars, that I am in debt&lt;br /&gt;9- Number of road trips in 2006&lt;br /&gt;7- Number of pairs of glasses I have owned&lt;br /&gt;13- Number of pairs of pants I own&lt;br /&gt;3- Hour I plan to go to bed tonight&lt;br /&gt;1- Recently developed allergy, to cats&lt;br /&gt;45- Number of numbers stored in my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;150- Number of blog posts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-2067416474449472307?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/2067416474449472307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=2067416474449472307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/2067416474449472307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/2067416474449472307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/12/150-posts.html' title='150 Posts'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116520193604355618</id><published>2006-12-03T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:02:46.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>meming</title><content type='html'>Here's the gist of this one. Think of a word to describe each item on the list. Or some crap like that. Come on. I'm just looking for filler, really. It doesn't have to be smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself: Jen&lt;br /&gt;Your partner: partner? what partner?&lt;br /&gt;Your hair: brown&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother: I miss her...&lt;br /&gt;Your Father: I miss him....&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Item: ummm... based on the amount of time I spend with it, my computer&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night: I never remember my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Drink: water, ice, no lemon&lt;br /&gt;Your Dream Car: rust pt cruiser&lt;br /&gt;Your Dream Home: has a wraparound porch&lt;br /&gt;The Room You Are In: my living room- a couch, a few chairs, some bookshelves, and a couple computers&lt;br /&gt;Your Ex: I have an ex? This is news...&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: mice and being alone in life&lt;br /&gt;Where you want to be in ten years? 30... married, maybe thinking about kids, a career&lt;br /&gt;Who you hung out with last night: young people's and then my sister&lt;br /&gt;What You're Not: snazzy or a hoot&lt;br /&gt;Muffins: muffin cups&lt;br /&gt;One of Your Wish List Items: sweaters and a hot water bottle (do you know how cold it has been lately?)&lt;br /&gt;Time: slipping by&lt;br /&gt;The Last Thing You Did: said "What?!"&lt;br /&gt;What You Are Wearing: jeans, socks, t-shirt, and a sweater that says Montreal&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite weather: spring. totally spring- May, early June... perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Book: Diana Gabaldon books&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: a really super chocolatey brownie at 2nd cup&lt;br /&gt;Your Life: clueless&lt;br /&gt;Your mood: a little bit sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Friends: I have lots of friends, but I don't know if I have a best friend&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking about right now: my lack of a best friend (thank you to whoever wrote this)&lt;br /&gt;Your car: wishing I had one&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing at the moment: MSNing (is that a verb) and doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Your summer: lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;Relationship status: single. Very single. So single it is sickening&lt;br /&gt;What is on your TV: it is off&lt;br /&gt;What is the weather like: really cold, but warmer than a couple days ago&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed: At 2nd cup, just over an hour ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116520193604355618?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116520193604355618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116520193604355618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116520193604355618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116520193604355618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/12/meming.html' title='meming'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116434902231300639</id><published>2006-11-23T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:03:13.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>Two Discoveries and a Confirmation Today</title><content type='html'>Discovery #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate groups. It does not matter whether or not I am facilitating, whether or not I am being watched, or whether or not I am merely a participant. I hate them. They make me feel vulnerable, insecure, and incompetant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is acting up- it won't let me open anything up on Word. My poor, expensive baby... :( What is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate crowds. I get lost in them, and nothing meaningful is ever said, and I feel as though I get ignored in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I am PMSing, or I am bummed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116434902231300639?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116434902231300639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116434902231300639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116434902231300639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116434902231300639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-discoveries-and-confirmation-today.html' title='Two Discoveries and a Confirmation Today'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116424139971375268</id><published>2006-11-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:04:04.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice people'/><title type='text'>People are so nice</title><content type='html'>So, I had to arrive to my field placement a little early today because of the bus schedule. Since McDonald's is just around the corner from the office, I decided to wait there until the time was a little closer so that there would not be those awkward silences, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was wearing a couple jackets, cuz it is cold out, and had my backpack, and was just sitting there. The this nice middle aged lady came up and offered to buy me hot chocolate or something! Now, I realize that she thought I was, like, homeless, but that's ok... I was all bundled up after all. So I decided to be thankful for the nice people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I said no, and explained what I was up to. Don't want y'all to think that I take advantage of the niceness of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116424139971375268?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116424139971375268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116424139971375268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116424139971375268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116424139971375268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/11/people-are-so-nice.html' title='People are so nice'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116405338838888854</id><published>2006-11-20T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:20:21.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>I am resisting change</title><content type='html'>So my big question of the day is this: Why does blogger want me to change over to the new version so badly? They now have a huge ad taking up most of the space on my dashboard, telling me to CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish they'd tell me what I'll get out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116405338838888854?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116405338838888854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116405338838888854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116405338838888854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116405338838888854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-resisting-change.html' title='I am resisting change'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116301085534435335</id><published>2006-11-08T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:55:54.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><title type='text'>So the lady thought I was crazy</title><content type='html'>So I was on the bus yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... it seems like most of my stories start out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was on the bus, and there were lots of empty seats open. We stopped at this one bus stop, and these four sweet looking elderly ladies got on the bus. I assumed they were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not, as the first one sat next to me and her another sat in front of her (instead of together), and the other ladies spread out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently the two near me were friends, cuz they leaned over the seats and talked to each other for the whole trip. I thought this was wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we are drawing close to where I get off. I was supposed to meet someone, and I thought I was running late. So I got out my cell phone to check, and tada! I was right on time. Those of you who know me know that I often talk to yself, so I said (very quietly) "Oh! I'm not late!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the old lady next to me pauses in her conversation, turns and looks at me and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you've lost it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116301085534435335?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116301085534435335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116301085534435335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116301085534435335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116301085534435335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-lady-thought-i-was-crazy.html' title='So the lady thought I was crazy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116192492368412096</id><published>2006-10-26T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:05:49.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>NOW Group Facilitation Scares the Beejeebers Outta Me!</title><content type='html'>So, today in my Group Work class, there was six of us who did a role play. We had made a proposal for a psychoeducational group for teenaged girls to talk about self-esteem. All we had to do was the initial stage, which was fairly easy (or so we thought) because a lot of what you have to talk about is already frameworked for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made up eight profiles on fairly realistic teenaged girls- there were all different types of girls, but most women would be able to connect with several of them. Then another girl and I facilitated while classmates were the members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okeedina!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think my classmates would be so difficult! The horrible thing was that all of them stayed within their roles perfectly- but the conflict! There was conflict over showing emotion! There was conflict over how some had lots of friends and some didn't! There was even name calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they moved so fast! You could not deal with one conflict, and try to relate it back to group process and the topic at hand, before there was another, and another, and another! It was like, which fire do I put out first? Or do I ignore the fires, and slog on with my agenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to really botch it up, I chose dealing with the fires, and my cofacilitator chose slogging on with the agenda! It was a mess!! At the end of the group, none of the participants felt good about the group- and it was just a role play!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you, when it comes time for their role plays, I am going to be one of THE MOST challenging participants EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what was supposed to be an excersise in feeling good about groups ended up scaring me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am sorry that only May-B really understood what I was talking about. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116192492368412096?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116192492368412096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116192492368412096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116192492368412096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116192492368412096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-group-facilitation-scares.html' title='NOW Group Facilitation Scares the Beejeebers Outta Me!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116192184982851929</id><published>2006-10-26T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:06:39.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Book Meme</title><content type='html'>1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post it on your blog, along with these instructions&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't go running and finding something "cool" or "intellectual"! Really the closest book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... well, nearest book does not have 123 pages... let's go with the next nearest book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from "Social Welfare in Canada" by Steven Hick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This increase in divorce rate has, in turn, contributed to the changes in family stuctures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry! It was a textbook! I don't read it for fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116192184982851929?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116192184982851929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116192184982851929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116192184982851929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116192184982851929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/10/book-meme.html' title='Book Meme'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116175396745881015</id><published>2006-10-24T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:07:13.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Memeing- I really love it too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do you snore?&lt;/strong&gt; Very, very rarely. Usually only when I am sick. I have a roommate, so she would tell me if I did. Anyway, the guy in the apartment below us snores enough for everyone in our building. Like, we hear him through the floor every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a lover or a fighter?&lt;/strong&gt; I am a lover until I blow my top. It happens very rarely, but when it does, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your worst fear?&lt;/strong&gt; I am also going with phobia, and that would have to definately be mice. You know that high pitched, long, drawn-out girly scream on horror movies? The one that nearly cracks your eardrums? That is e when I see a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a kid, were you a lego maniac?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm.... I had them, and I enjoyed them, but I was actually a dress-up maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think about reality tv?&lt;/strong&gt; I am mixed about it- I really think it is horribly unethical, so I try to avoid watching it- but if I start- even if I only see one episode- I'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were you a cute baby?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. I had this adorable curly blonde hair. I wish I had it back... it was the best blonde hair ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is the single life for you?&lt;/strong&gt; Don't think about it!! I really hope it isn't. Really, really, really hope it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you sing in the shower?&lt;/strong&gt; Very occasionally. Not often though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any secret talents?&lt;/strong&gt; If I do, they are a secret from even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your ideal vacation?&lt;/strong&gt; Right now, I would be happy anywhere (Calgary this weekend- yay!) but ideally, a summer off to go camp hopping and crazy roadtrips to wierd places in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you swim?&lt;/strong&gt; No. In fact, I am one of the few pwople I know who failed the yellow swimming lesson three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you sing the alphabet backwards?&lt;/strong&gt; No. I can, however, say it backwards, very slowly, with lots of pauses to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you addicted to?&lt;/strong&gt; My computer, Friends, ice-cream, and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crunchy or creamy peanut butter?&lt;/strong&gt; Creamy, definately. What is the point of it if it doesn't spread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the most annoying TV commercial?&lt;/strong&gt; That one that advertises Calcium supplements, and had archetcture turning into bones. It is too wierd, and is on way too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the most clever tv commercial?&lt;/strong&gt; Way back when Telus first started their animals on a white background themed commercials, there were some awesome ones. I've forgotten what they are though, it was several years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite song at the moment?&lt;/strong&gt; I think it is by Kelly Clarkson- I don't know what it is called, but it is about how she trashed her boyfriend's car when he cheated on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116175396745881015?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116175396745881015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116175396745881015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116175396745881015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116175396745881015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/10/memeing-i-really-love-it-too-much.html' title='Memeing- I really love it too much'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116105202037766610</id><published>2006-10-16T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:09:15.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Switch</title><content type='html'>Well, I made my decision. I am going to switch my field placement. I went back today to tell my supervisor of my decision, and to say goodbye to the few people that were nice to me there, and to take my learning contract back. No way was I leaving it with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a confirmation that I was making the right decision, though. My supervisor could not even keep it confidential that I was considering leaving! Like, how awkward would it have been if I had decided to stay! I mean, for those of you who don't know, confidentiality is/ought to be one of the pillars of social work. So I was disappointed in my supervisor again before I left though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no more looking back. That is in the past, an unfortunate experience, but I got closure today, so it isn't going to bother me anymore. I'll have a few days off, and then I will be set up with a new, hopefully exciting, field placement, where I'll have a supervisor I see once in a while, and where I am not merely a go-for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116105202037766610?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116105202037766610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116105202037766610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116105202037766610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116105202037766610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/10/switch.html' title='Switch'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116080638724018616</id><published>2006-10-14T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:08:03.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>1. Comfort beverage: Hmmm... It depends on my mood.... but orange juice with pulp is fantastic, as it is becoming more and more rare to find these days. There is nothing wrong with pulp, people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Comfort chair: My parents bought this huge, overstuffed Lazeboy recliner, and I love it. I could stay in it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Comfort book: Harry Potter- it is funny in parts, fairly simple to read, and I know it so well, it is like coming back to an old friend. Pus, Ron and the twins are just SO funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Comfort television/DVD/music- Comfort television is definately Friends. I own all 10 seasons on DVD, and I always plug it in whenever I get into a funk. Comfort DVD (which I will take to mean movie) is likely A Walk To Remember, or even any other romantic comedy. I am a gonner for sap. Ooh! Or any Pirates move- I mean, mmm, Captain Jack Sparrow. Oh, but then there is also The Mask of Zorro- I mean, that dancing!!!! It is incredible. Plus, some good boy-watching in there too. Comfort music... I made up 2 CDs of all country songs, or romantic ballads that I love. I used those today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Comfort companions- Quite honestly, almost anyone will do. As long as I am not alone, I feel better. Today, my neighbor Andrea, her 4 year old son (cutest child ever), Rebekah, and Grant were mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116080638724018616?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116080638724018616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116080638724018616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116080638724018616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116080638724018616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/10/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116078406916409272</id><published>2006-10-13T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:10:05.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Later...</title><content type='html'>Well, I am still unhugged, but at least I am coherant, which is an improvement. I talked it all out with one of my teachers, and feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use some prayer though. I have a decison to make this weekend about whether or not I want to keep my field placement, or switch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116078406916409272?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116078406916409272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116078406916409272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116078406916409272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116078406916409272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/10/later.html' title='Later...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116076370152475915</id><published>2006-10-13T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:08:48.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>(I had to add a title, cuz it looked stupid)</title><content type='html'>I really need a hug right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116076370152475915?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116076370152475915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116076370152475915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116076370152475915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116076370152475915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-to-add-title-cuz-it-looked.html' title='(I had to add a title, cuz it looked stupid)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116068106642271847</id><published>2006-10-12T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:11:16.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><title type='text'>I met him!</title><content type='html'>Remeber that awesome crazy guy on the bus? The one in the crazy out fit with the beads on his boots? Well, I met him today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on the bus, like I always am, and it suddenly dawns on me that the old man next to me is that guy! So, I immediately started memorizing his outfit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue long sleeved button up shirt, with the same Hawiian shirt as last time over top, and for added warmth, a woolen vest over top of that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Track pants- they were Adidas- and your know that white stripe? Well, he had added red dots all the way down the stripe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cowboy boots, with the beads missing :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cowboy hat like Greg's (with a picture of George Canyon on the inside- he showed me) and sunglasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then the best part- a grey western looking belt over top of his multiple shirts, with chains haning off of it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he started distributing newspaper articles to everyone in reach, because there was an article in their about him! It made my day! Apparently, every summer he decorates a bike- and I mean crazy decorate- there was a picture of him with his bike, and you could barely see the bike. I'm gonna quote a bit of the article:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When you look at Peter S's decorated 1954 CCM Glider five-speed bicycle, you can visualize it as a flat in a parade. The bike, which the 76 year old has owned since he was 17, is a colorful, entertaining work of art. Peter himself adds to the picture. A born entertainer, he loves to get all dressed up in his &lt;em&gt;self designed, tailored western outfit&lt;/em&gt;, in which he looks like a modern day Roy Rogers."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was an excellent bus ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116068106642271847?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116068106642271847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116068106642271847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116068106642271847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116068106642271847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-met-him.html' title='I met him!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-116068003642447599</id><published>2006-10-12T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:12:43.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>So, I had a paper due this morning (a proposal for group work), that I had not started yesterday. I planned to start it when I got home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home from school and rewatched the best parts of The Lake House which I had rented. Then I had supper, and headed to prayer meeting. It was then 9 PM, so I headed home and started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going along great, and then my friend from Manitoba that used to live in Edmonton dropped by. So we (Rebekah and I- she had a lot of schoolwork too) visited with him for a while. Then we did, like, another 10 minutes of work, until we decided to be impulsive and crazy and just go cruising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drove around, listening to music, eating, chatting, and we found this spot with an awesome view downtown- at the Shaw Conference Center, looking over the ledge of the hill/roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we got home after midnight, and finished our homework. I got up at 6 to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-116068003642447599?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/116068003642447599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=116068003642447599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116068003642447599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/116068003642447599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115984229593864215</id><published>2006-10-02T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:13:08.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><title type='text'>This must only happen to me...</title><content type='html'>So I am waking home today, talking to my sister on my cell phone. I am carrying a wicker shoulder bag over my shoulder (kinda like a beach bag, y'know? I got it from Jysk.) Anyway, the pants I was wearing have a zipper to shut the back pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what happened? That is right. The zipper somehow got stuck into the bag. So my bag was stuck to my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't figured out how to fix it. To get the bag off my butt, I had to take my pants off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115984229593864215?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115984229593864215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115984229593864215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115984229593864215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115984229593864215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-must-only-happen-to-me.html' title='This must only happen to me...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115888945171380073</id><published>2006-09-21T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:13:48.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>Why can't I do what I am supposed to do?</title><content type='html'>So on the very first day of school I was told about this assignment that I am supposed to be working on. It is a simple four page book review. I was finished the book within tow days of finding out about the project. The name of the book is Case Critical: Social Services and Social Justice in Canada by Ben Carniol. It was a really good book, good to get debate going; Ralph Klein would hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I write about it? I have tried for the last four days, and can barely do anything. While trying to still be useful, I have developed an idea and done research for a reesearch paper for the same class (not due for a long time- but I love my idea- I'll be writing on special interest groups and lobbyists, and how they work, and how to best manipulate them). I also wrote an outline for a purposal I am supposed to write for group work- on a theoretical group that we want to run (mine is for teen girls with low self confidence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why can't I work on what I am actually supposed to do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115888945171380073?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115888945171380073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115888945171380073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115888945171380073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115888945171380073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-cant-i-do-what-i-am-supposed-to-do.html' title='Why can&apos;t I do what I am supposed to do?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115819125268743977</id><published>2006-09-13T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:15:01.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><title type='text'>A Day Off</title><content type='html'>Well, today I had an exceptionally rare day off of school. My field placement supervisor was not going to be there, and as I am still unoriented to everything, I got a day off. So, this is what I accomplished off of my to do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check out the new thrift store just down the street&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the bank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go grocery shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out my fridge. (It really needed doing. I started will a full fridge and ended with a mostly empty fridge.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take out trash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do dishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do some computer stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thaw some hamburger. (Well, I am still doing it. I am hoping to make a nice supper.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up on WebCT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I did not accomplish:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading, Reading, Reading!!!!!! (For school. I am perfectly capable on keeping up on pleasure reading.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my thoughts together for my social policy paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Research stuff for placement (that may still get done)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a rather nice, abiet chilly, day, spent chiefly in my own company.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, but I did meet the nicest old man in the Safeway today. I had the hiccups, so I fished out some juice, bent over, and drank it upside down. (Only thing that works. May-B suggested it when I was staying at her house for QoWP's wedding. What can I say? It was loud, and silencing the thirty or so of us at BPs. And giving us (me at least) a headache. I have been thankful for the idea ever since. Even if it makes me look stupid in public.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, so this nice old man stopped me for a discourse on hiccups. This poor man had had hiccups since 1984!!! That is longer than I have been alive! Anyway, just last month, he had finally found a cure, and is now enjoying life again. He had been to doctors, who said that hiccups is a sign of acid reflex (odd, but OK), had spent a bunch of money, and changed his diet a bunch, and had been on a bunch of different medications, but he finally found a herbal remedy- some sort of aloe vera drink. He was so happy about it- I would be too. Imagine having loud, embarressing hiccups for twenty-two years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would have turned into a hermit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115819125268743977?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115819125268743977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115819125268743977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115819125268743977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115819125268743977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-off.html' title='A Day Off'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115793198744550987</id><published>2006-09-10T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:15:23.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Memeing</title><content type='html'>3 things that scare me are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;mice, very definately mice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being pulled over by the cops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;riding with someone who makes poor passing decisions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 people that make you laugh:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bronwyn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things that you hate the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bullies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Large crowds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cramps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I don't understand:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How individuals can have great ideas, but collectively, their ideas suck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How computers work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys (lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I am doing right now:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;blogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching Harry Potter 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating Chunks Ahoy cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I want to do before I die:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to ballroom dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall in love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take the trip of a lifetime to somewhere amazing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I can do:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride a horse (after a sort)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write exams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things to describe my personality:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reserved until you get to know her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then crazy and quirky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and caring and compassionate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I can't do:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim (failed the first swimming lesson 3 times)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run not like a girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I think you should listen to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;any Martina McBride song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;any Paul Brandt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things you should never listen to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyone who says you'll fail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyone who says you are no good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyone who says you are ugly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I'd like to learn:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ballroom dancing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assessment and Intervention Stategies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More self reflection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 favorite foods:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lasanga (meat, cheese, pasta- what else does anything need?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beef stroganof&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 beverages I drink regularly:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 shows I watched as a kid:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prince of BelAir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Dressup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Nanny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I have on my desk:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty Chunks Ahoy container&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fauculty list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mini globe and pencil sharpener&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I am grateful for:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being in the social work program&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My apartment and roommate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115793198744550987?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115793198744550987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115793198744550987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115793198744550987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115793198744550987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/09/memeing.html' title='Memeing'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115742777845387974</id><published>2006-09-04T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:23:47.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><title type='text'>Camp Stories</title><content type='html'>Well, I just got back from a weekend retreat with my church, and I had so much fun! I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Participated in a pillowfight! It was wild and crazy fun! It was on my list of things to do before I die, so I can cross it off now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rode in the back of a truck with many other people- it hurt SO much to brush my hair afterwards!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a short dancing lesson, which reaffirmed what I already knew- I want to learn how to ballroom dance!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched people jump off a bridge into a river- I can't swim, so didn't do it myself, but watching was so very much fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twirled around a broom in circles, and then promptly fell over when I tried to walk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrieked at a lot of wasps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed up to the wee hours of the morning talking with a lot of really awesome girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played the telephone game at banquet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got the giggles innumerable times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freaked out a bunch of jr. high girls with a game we play every year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And almost accidentally slept in the boys dorm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, that last one got your interest?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, we didn't get there until after 1AM, by which time everyone was already in bed. So, we went to the cabin to see if there was any spots left where the older girls usually stay. We were very disappointed to see that there wasn't, so we left, and slept in the garage with the younger girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the morning, at breakfast, I overhear one of the guys mention that THEY were in the cabin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promptly got a fit of the giggles, as did all of us girls who checked out the cabin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine this scenerio:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say there was room in there for us. All those boys were OUT (fyi, the girls were up and talking for hours after that). We would have just crawled in, changed into pj's, shoved some people in sleeping bags over, crawled in between a few people, and gone to sleep. The next morning, we would have woken up, and realized that we were surrounded by boys... they would have realized that they were surrounded by girls... It would be painfully awkward for the next 10 minutes, while we grabbed our stuff and hopped out of there in our sleeping bags... Then we would have laughed about it for the rest of camp. It would have been a story told for generations... about how the boys and girls accidentally slept together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115742777845387974?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115742777845387974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115742777845387974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115742777845387974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115742777845387974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/09/camp-stories.html' title='Camp Stories'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115627671106168554</id><published>2006-08-22T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:17:21.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being hit on'/><title type='text'>Another odd incident, and my thoughts on this pattern</title><content type='html'>Check out this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at work. I see a man wave me over, so I go over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Hi, is there anything I can help you with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CrazyGuy (we'll call him CG): I am sorry to bother you at work, but I was walking by, and couldn't help but notice and tell you that you are absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen (a little taken back, but not shocked, too many crazy people have hit on her this summer): Thank you for the compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG: I would really love to visit and get to know you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I can't do that, but I thank you for the compliment and the bravery it must have taken to come talk to me. (I was trying out that thing from Hitch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG: Well, even if I gave you my number, and you could call me and we could get together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Fine. (thinking taking it and pitching it was easier than refusing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG: This is the number I am staying at right now, and the this number here is just voice mail, I have no fixed address right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG: I look forward to seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Thank you for the compliment. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I promptly went to the back room and pitched his number, and hid out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned something this summer. Apparently I am an attractive girl. Too bad the only people who think this are strangers, and thus, only ask me out because they like my body. I don't appreciate that attention, because I know that they don't like my mind or my spirit, but just my body. And I won't let myself be used like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the opening line on this crazy guy (he really was crazy, not all his marbles were there) would have absolutely melted me if it had been a guy I knew and trusted saying it. Absolutely melted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115627671106168554?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115627671106168554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115627671106168554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115627671106168554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115627671106168554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-odd-incident-and-my-thoughts.html' title='Another odd incident, and my thoughts on this pattern'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115466871930708042</id><published>2006-08-03T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:17:53.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Theme Song</title><content type='html'>I have a theme song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by May-B's question, I gave it lots of thought, and rejected many songs, until I finally hit it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Girl" by Martina McBride. Do you guys know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to live in a darkened room&lt;br /&gt;Had a face of stone&lt;br /&gt;And a heart of gloom&lt;br /&gt;Lost my hope, I was so far gone&lt;br /&gt;Cryin' all my tears&lt;br /&gt;With the curtains drawn&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know until my soul broke free&lt;br /&gt;I've got these angels watching over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh watch me go&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;That the sweetest thing you'll ever see&lt;br /&gt;In the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Is a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hide in a party crowd&lt;br /&gt;Bottled up inside&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so left out&lt;br /&gt;Standing in a corner wearing concrete shoes&lt;br /&gt;With my frozen smile&lt;br /&gt;And my lighted fuse&lt;br /&gt;Now every time I start to feel like that&lt;br /&gt;I roll my heart out like a welcome mat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh watch me go&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;That the sweetest thing you'll ever see&lt;br /&gt;In the whole wide worldIs a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh when I feel like it&lt;br /&gt;Cry when I feel like it&lt;br /&gt;That's just how my life is&lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes&lt;br /&gt;Oh watch me go&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've come to know&lt;br /&gt;That the world won't change&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause I complain&lt;br /&gt;Let the axis twirl&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh watch me go&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;That the sweetest thing you'll ever see&lt;br /&gt;In the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Is a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115466871930708042?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115466871930708042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115466871930708042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115466871930708042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115466871930708042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/08/theme-song.html' title='The Theme Song'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115367011639022976</id><published>2006-07-23T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:20:00.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sitemeter again</title><content type='html'>Someone found my blog by looking up "Hanes you can't over love your underwear lyrics"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115367011639022976?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115367011639022976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115367011639022976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115367011639022976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115367011639022976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/07/sitemeter-again.html' title='Sitemeter again'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115328331745688984</id><published>2006-07-18T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:21:04.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being hit on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>Creepy Story of the Day</title><content type='html'>So, two months ago I bought a really good steak sandwich in the food court at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this simpleminded man about my mom's age comes into my store in a different mall. He remembered me from when I bought that stupid sandwich from him!! Two months ago! Isn't that wierd? And if that isn't enough, he promptly hits on me and asked me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was my response? I said, "No" and then hid in the back room until he left- which, by the way, took an inordinate amount of time, especially considering he wasn't buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my qustion to the world: WHY ME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that all the creepy and wierd people are attracted to me? Am I a wierdo magnet?? And the normal, intellegent, great guys (so few of them, I know, but they are out there)- well, do I repell them or something? None of them ever flirt with me. Just the wackos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, let's take an inventory of the people who have asked me out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Convict. Doing community service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. OK, this one isn't bad. Actually, I was kinda sad to say no, but he wasn't a Christan and had no interest in becoming one. Anyway, he was a student going into the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wierd person on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Creepy guy who remembered me from 2 months previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it. Where are all the normal people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'll be looking over my shoulder for the rest of the week. And every time I go to the mall where I bought that sandwhich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115328331745688984?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115328331745688984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115328331745688984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115328331745688984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115328331745688984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/07/creepy-story-of-day.html' title='Creepy Story of the Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115275054730912932</id><published>2006-07-12T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:21:33.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Things about blogs</title><content type='html'>I have mentioned my love for sitemeter a few times in the past, but I am going to bring it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many neat features is that it tells you how people get to your site- many of whom have come through google. Someone once found me by looking up "browning hamburger in a microwave." Many, many, many people have found me by googling "Jen's needs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in October, in my Psch class, we did a silly little assignment on weetags. I completely made up my entire experiment, filled it with a bunch of balogna and got a good grade on it. Recently, someone googled "Weetags," found me, and asked me for help with their weetags assignment! Someone is using me as a reference! And it is all on a bunch of bull I made up in a twenty minute time period. Literally, I am spending more time on this post then I did on that assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115275054730912932?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115275054730912932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115275054730912932' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115275054730912932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115275054730912932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-about-blogs.html' title='Things about blogs'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115258001512596084</id><published>2006-07-10T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:23:24.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colds'/><title type='text'>Garlic Breath</title><content type='html'>I stayed healthy for a week while I was at camp. The moment I got home, I got another sore throat and cough (likely what Rebekah had while we were there), so for supper I have made myself hamburger cassarole with lots of onion and garlic in it. My breath is terrible, I am sure, but I can feel the tingle in my sinuses that tell me that it is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was great- I tented with Jamie and Kelsey, plus went camping beforehand, so I slept on the ground for nine nights in a row. My bed last night was pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was a little sore in the mornings, I highly recommend camping. Very few people use those showers, it is close and convienient, and you can stay up as late as you want, or go to bed early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115258001512596084?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115258001512596084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115258001512596084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115258001512596084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115258001512596084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/07/garlic-breath.html' title='Garlic Breath'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115146499876089135</id><published>2006-06-27T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:24:35.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>Locks hate me</title><content type='html'>Just as an odd little tidbit about me, locks hate me. My dad had had to replace the lock and/or doorknob on his door more times than I can count, all on account of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today the curse struck again. At work today, I broke multiple locks. They all just fell apart in my hand!! So then I'd have to get pliers to reattatch them, and get my coworker to take a look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what lesson do we learn from this? Jen should never become a locksmith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115146499876089135?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115146499876089135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115146499876089135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115146499876089135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115146499876089135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/06/locks-hate-me.html' title='Locks hate me'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115091603770465189</id><published>2006-06-21T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:29:06.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>Someone, give me something too do!!!</title><content type='html'>I am at work. However, since yesterday afternoon, no one has had anything for me to do. So I am hanging around, passing time. I'll give it a couple more hours, and then go home. I have mainly been keeping entertained on blogthings, but even that is starting to wear thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being paid to do nothing. Why, oh why, didn't the manager leave me a list of stuff to do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115091603770465189?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115091603770465189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115091603770465189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115091603770465189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115091603770465189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/06/someone-give-me-something-too-do.html' title='Someone, give me something too do!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115086209907611077</id><published>2006-06-20T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:25:57.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Likable Things and Good Qualities and Neat Quirks About Jen</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she tries to see the positive things in all situations- she looks for the silver linings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she puts those sayings in her language and the way she makes anolagies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she puts other people's concerns before her own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she likes to mentor people younger than herself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she listens to other people's stories, even when she has stuff she wants to talk about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;her interesting sense of humor- somewhat ironic, sarcasic, and quirky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she gets all the dirty jokes before anyone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the predictable mannerisms that are amusing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she keeps on trying to be included, even when it ends up in failure and she gets hurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she can't hold a grudge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she can help people cool down quickly when they are irate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she helps people who are sad feel better and special&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she is tolerant of other people's shortcomings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she tries to make other people feel included&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she can look hot without even bothering with makeup and jewellery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she doesn't care when she doesn't look hot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she can look hot while being modest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she tries to not be a bother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she attempts to not humiliaate herself, and yet at the same time doesn't mind making a fool of herself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she can give good advice, even when it goes against what she would privately like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she loves babies and kids and animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she is careful about the amount of physical attention happens with her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she endeavors to use correct grammar on msn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she is fast to volunteer to do things for others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she sucks at sports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she loves playgrounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she rarely gets mad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way she has 'jenisms'- toodles, thingamajiggerbob, ginormous...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115086209907611077?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115086209907611077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115086209907611077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115086209907611077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115086209907611077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/06/likable-things-and-good-qualities-and.html' title='Likable Things and Good Qualities and Neat Quirks About Jen'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115042297090208096</id><published>2006-06-15T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:26:23.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colds'/><title type='text'>Urguff</title><content type='html'>I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning unable to swallow cuz it hurt so bad, with a headache, lethargic, with gunk in my lungs, and alternately, a fever or chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I hibernate until this is over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115042297090208096?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115042297090208096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115042297090208096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115042297090208096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115042297090208096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/06/urguff.html' title='Urguff'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-115031144665953320</id><published>2006-06-14T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:26:50.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Quick Questionaire</title><content type='html'>1) What is the best line ever from a song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is so hard!! I love so many songs, and they all fled my head at this exact moment! (Plus, I am eating some cookies that Kelly and I made, and they are fabulous!) The only lyrics I can think of, which I really like, are "Butterfly girl, don't you know you're beautiful by now? Come out of hiding. Butterfly girl, it's time to spread your wings and show your colors to the world. Butterfly girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) From a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is even harder! (These cookies are amazing, you guys. Double chocolate chip.) I can't think of any. Can you give me suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What color underwear are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing boring white Hanes Her Way underwear. The rest of me is more interesting though. I am also wearing jean, a pale green shirt, white an blue striped socks, and black slip on shoes. (I forgot my runners at the farm this weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What book is currently on your nightstand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a shocker, I know, but... there is no book on my nightstand. I just don't seem to have time to read or go to the library anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Are you living up to your potential?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody? These cookies are, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I can't wait to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love and get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Your major in college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Plans for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wants me to go home to the farm and help him with some roofing this weekend. There may also be a possibility of world waterpark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-115031144665953320?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/115031144665953320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=115031144665953320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115031144665953320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/115031144665953320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/06/quick-questionaire.html' title='Quick Questionaire'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114996733639092989</id><published>2006-06-10T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:27:51.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being hit on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>Walking Things</title><content type='html'>I am never going to complain about heat ever again. (Wait. I take that back, as that would be a lie.) Anyways, irony hit my life in that as soon as I complained about the heat, I was sent to a store that I had to walk about 10 blocks to get to after I got off the bus. This, of course, is the time it decides to pour rain for three solid days. I was terrified of getting splashed by cars while walking. I also wore three jackets to keep the rain and cold away from me. Then, as soon as I am done at that store, it gets sunny and warm again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while walking (with only one really nice jacket), I got horn tooted at twice and whistled at once. I am unsure what to think of this. I mean, firstly, it is a compliment. Some people think I am pretty. Then, of course, it is an insult. I mean, I am a person, people, not an object. Then, I wonder why it is only strangers that think I am hot. I really would appreciate it if people would keep their rude compliments to themselves, to let me avoid all of this circular thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114996733639092989?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114996733639092989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114996733639092989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114996733639092989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114996733639092989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/06/walking-things.html' title='Walking Things'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114922107376469010</id><published>2006-06-01T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:28:13.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>Hot... so hot....</title><content type='html'>I am melting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114922107376469010?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114922107376469010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114922107376469010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114922107376469010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114922107376469010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/06/hot-so-hot.html' title='Hot... so hot....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114895744890447592</id><published>2006-05-29T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:30:10.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ooops, I have negleted you all, haven't I?</title><content type='html'>Well, I am sorry it has been so long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I started playing WoW- a computer game that lots of people are into around here. I have been doing really well- it is so much fun! Too much computer time, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my work made me do what seemed to be a treasure hunt to find out where I work next, so I finally gave up. Instead, I ran into and hung out with a friend of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114895744890447592?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114895744890447592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114895744890447592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114895744890447592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114895744890447592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/05/ooops-i-have-negleted-you-all-havent-i.html' title='Ooops, I have negleted you all, haven&apos;t I?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114766792761378100</id><published>2006-05-14T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:30:54.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>10 random things you may not know about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a cute jacket yesterday at Army and Navy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just quit one of my jobs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my toenails grows away from my toe, so that unless I want to snag my socks, I have almost no toenail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am missing out on an Oilers game for this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have fanatically watched Survivor all season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love to have a ferret.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a cheapskate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think West Edmonton Mall isn't that big.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a crooked arm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;9 places I've visited:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Victoria, BC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cranbrook, BC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spokane, Washington (sort of)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jasper, AB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;North Battleford, SK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regina, SK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peace River, AB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prince Albert, SK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rosetown, SK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 ways to win my heart:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appreciate my sense of humor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be well rounded in conversation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a gentleman to everyone, not just for me, and especially not to everybody but me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be intelligant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuddle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile more often than frown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make me laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show a genuine concern for others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 things I want to do before I die:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish college.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall in love and get married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a crazy long road trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go overseas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have one of those fantastic granny's attic type things with hidden treasures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take dancing lessons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 things I'm afraid of:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tickets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balls. I mean the sports kind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rejection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being pushed onto the subway tracks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making a public fool of myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 things I don't like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peppers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chili's- terrible food, terrible service, and expensive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diet anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 ways to turn me off:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make fun of people on the fringes of a group.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being innapropriately affectionate with random people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joking gay talk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being rude.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things I do everyday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be merry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 things that make me happy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animals. Oooh! Can I have anoother?? Babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 thing on my mind right now:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belly gas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114766792761378100?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114766792761378100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114766792761378100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114766792761378100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114766792761378100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114722951219066210</id><published>2006-05-09T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:31:43.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Work gunk</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a call today, and tomorrow I start my new job at Source, as a merchandiser. I will be do glad to have a routine again- I have been spending too much time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, yesterday I forgot to attend a staff meeting for work (my little job), as well, my paperwork is late. As such, I spent the day screening my calls and only picked up when I recognized the number. So I missed, like, 3 calls on purpose, so hopefully none of them were imprortant. I just couldn't deal with any more yapping about the people in Accounting. So what if it causes them extra trouble? They screwed me over pretty bad, why can't I screw them over a little too? I mean, if I am not delaying my pay, what incentive is there to get my paperwork in on time? I really don't like that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a funny story about the kids at the Jewish school down the street, but it is also kinda depressing, so it isn't funny to me right now. Maybe I'll tell it later when I'm in a funny mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114722951219066210?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114722951219066210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114722951219066210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114722951219066210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114722951219066210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/05/work-gunk.html' title='Work gunk'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114682749408926228</id><published>2006-05-05T05:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:33:31.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>All nighter</title><content type='html'>So I am pulling an all nighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? You may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No particular reason. I've only done it a couple times, and they both had reasons- once for grad, and then on my jaunt out to Victoria last year, 2/3 nights were all nighters. That was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figure I'll stay up for another hour, and go to bed at 6. After all, none of my plans for tomorrow have any specific times on them. They can all be done in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I finally got myself a job today. I mean yesterday. Whatever. I will be a merchandiser at the Source by Circuit City. Theyare the people that do price tags and make sure everything is neat and tidy. A little boring, but it pays a whole lot better than a sales rep, so I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114682749408926228?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114682749408926228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114682749408926228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114682749408926228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114682749408926228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-nighter.html' title='All nighter'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114663201767377873</id><published>2006-05-02T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:33:57.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>I LOVE Sitemeter!</title><content type='html'>Wow! Now that I have figured it out, Sitemeter is cool! Most of the stuff makes sense, and I am definately encouraged that people are reading my blog, and that I am not blogging to emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one question. I can't figure out who is reading my blog from Prince George. Can you please say hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else who "lurks," you are welcome to say hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114663201767377873?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114663201767377873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114663201767377873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114663201767377873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114663201767377873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-sitemeter.html' title='I LOVE Sitemeter!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114653264305514757</id><published>2006-05-01T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:34:26.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>I have bolded the best ones</title><content type='html'>Put your music player on shuffle. Press forward for each question. Use the song title as the answer to the question. Post on your blog. Comment back if you post it on your site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?Benifit of a Doubt- Chris Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do my friends see me?Better Days- Robbie Seay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I get married?That's What She Gets For Lovin Me- Brooks and Dunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my best friend’s theme song?To Him Who Sits On The Throne- Debbye Graafsma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of my life?Party Preperations- from Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was high school like?Cry For Love- Michael W. Smith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I get ahead in life?Gravity- Shawn MacDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about me?Blessed Be Your Name- Tree63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is today going to be?You are my King- Newsboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?Draw Me Close- Kelly Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song describes my parents?Too Lost in You- Sugababes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents?How Beautiful- Twila Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?Right Here- Jeremy Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?I Couldn't Leave You If I Tried- Rodney Crowell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see me?Better Things To Do- Terri Clark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?Breathe- Michael W Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?Atmosphere- dc Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?Lovin Each Day- Ronan Keating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?This is Love- Jonathan Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should I do with my life?Man To Man- Gary Allan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?Backroads- Ricky Van Shelton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is some good advice?Running Back To You- Emerson Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my signature dancing song?Take Me As I Am- Sharissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?If You Believe- Rachael Lampa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?Come Just As You Are- Joseph Sabolick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of men/women do I like?Splash of the Paddle- Dan Gibson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114653264305514757?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114653264305514757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114653264305514757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114653264305514757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114653264305514757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-bolded-best-ones.html' title='I have bolded the best ones'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114645002693365133</id><published>2006-04-30T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:34:56.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, I can be lame...</title><content type='html'>The most exciting thing in my life lately has been a Friends marathon and a Spider Solitaire tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114645002693365133?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114645002693365133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114645002693365133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114645002693365133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114645002693365133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-i-can-be-lame.html' title='Sometimes, I can be lame...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114617364311128194</id><published>2006-04-27T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:35:25.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Just a couple completely unrelated things....</title><content type='html'>Well, I am attempting to work on a Bible study that I am supposed to give at May Long. I got sidetracked by all the shmancy stuff you can do in Power Point, though. It is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still making steady progress on the Bible study, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then, I have a question for all you Sitemeter people: How do I tell who googled me and everything? And where people live? I signed up and all it tells me is how many people visit my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I appear to have more people than I realized. Unless people are simply compulsively checking my blog. So, umm... hi everyone!! Do I know you all? Or do strangers think I am witty? I didn't think I was as witty to interest people I don't know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114617364311128194?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114617364311128194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114617364311128194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114617364311128194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114617364311128194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-couple-completely-unrelated.html' title='Just a couple completely unrelated things....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114609640146376401</id><published>2006-04-26T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:36:22.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>I got it!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, OK, it isn't a job. But it is infinately more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was browsing a boutique on White Avenue with my client and I got a phone call from one of the instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the field placement I wanted! It is at (an anomynous) high school, basically as a guidance and career counsellor. I am so super excited. It was my absolute number one choice, and I got it.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I have to wait four months to start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit, Months later: Too bad it sucked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114609640146376401?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114609640146376401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114609640146376401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114609640146376401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114609640146376401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-got-it.html' title='I got it!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114594228608373664</id><published>2006-04-24T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:37:40.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>School's Out For Summer</title><content type='html'>I have been singing that song since I got home earlier today. It was very enjoyable. A great deal of stress is off of my mind. Now I just have to go about finding a job....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two interviews tomorrow- on at The Gap and the other at PJs Pets. I turned down a job at Bryan's today. I just felt like it was a place where I would not be comfortable, and that it wouldn't be good for my self esteem. Tomorrow I also have my first session with my personal trainer at the gym. Today I also worked on May Long stuff. If you are reading this and have not registered for May Long yet, e-mail me and let me know what your plans are for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I am out of school, I am not completely useless. Just poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114594228608373664?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114594228608373664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114594228608373664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114594228608373664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114594228608373664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/04/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out For Summer'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114549288783728676</id><published>2006-04-19T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:38:10.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>I cannot resist these things...</title><content type='html'>Well, OK, that is not quite true. I resisted the yummy famous boy one, but that is simply cuz I don't have crushes on enough yummy famous boys to fill it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is: Jen&lt;br /&gt;I may seem: cold and reserved&lt;br /&gt;People who know me think: that I am funny and slightly insane (in a good way, of course)&lt;br /&gt;If you knew me you’d probably: also be slightly insane&lt;br /&gt;My days are pretty: mediocore- hectic and dull at the same time. It is punctuatesd by long naps on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: was Tuesday. What did I do? Oh, yes, I went to West Ed after practicum, and then walked.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I: Get up. Which bites.&lt;br /&gt;I like to sleep: on the bus&lt;br /&gt;If I could be doing anything right now I would be: dressed to kill, flirting with a boy. But since that is unlikely to happen, I'll settle for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Money: Would be nice to have some...&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don’t have that I wish I did is: artistic talent&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have that I wish I didn’t is: a zit.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is: love. love. love.....&lt;br /&gt;All I need is: for all these responsibilities to be over.&lt;br /&gt;If I had one wish it would be: to... ummm... I know what I'd like to wish for, but that would be bad for me... let's say... contentment. or to have someone come over and invite me over to hang out. My door is open, people!!&lt;br /&gt;If I could see one person right now it would be: I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Something I want but I don’t really need is: a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;I live for: Is there really a right answer to this question?&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of: mice&lt;br /&gt;It makes me angry when: people pick on others who are more vulnerable than them&lt;br /&gt;I dream about: I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;I daydream about: utopias- not world peace- personal utopias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114549288783728676?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114549288783728676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114549288783728676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114549288783728676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114549288783728676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cannot-resist-these-things.html' title='I cannot resist these things...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114489659553858037</id><published>2006-04-12T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:38:36.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><title type='text'>Best Fashion Statement Ever</title><content type='html'>Today on the bus I saw the best old man ever. He was wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A ladies leapord print hat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Athletic looking sunglasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Hawaiin print shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sporty looking track pants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cowboy boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the clincher: Around each boot he had tied a string. Dangling from the strings was bunches and bunches of ladies beaded necklaces, so they jangled when he walked!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was priceless. I wish I'd had a camera. If I was 60 years older, I would have been flirting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114489659553858037?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114489659553858037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114489659553858037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114489659553858037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114489659553858037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-fashion-statement-ever.html' title='Best Fashion Statement Ever'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114453124401136252</id><published>2006-04-08T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:38:57.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Questions :)</title><content type='html'>1) Who is the last person you high-fived?ummm... likely Grant or Kelly. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you were drafted into a war, would you survive? No, I would die in boot camp. Anyway, they can't draft me. I have a crooked arm and malformed wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you sleep with the TV on? no, I don't think I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever drunk milk straight out of the carton? Only to finish it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Have you ever won a spelling bee? No, I am not a great speller. Ind do they really still have spelling bees??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever been stung by a bee? I don't think I have. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How fast can you type? I can go pretty fast finger pecking- but I can't type normally, cuz of the crooked arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Are you afraid of the dark? Only when I am walking outside at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What color are your eyes? hazel- rather yellowy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Have you ever made out at a drive-in? I've never been to a drive-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) When is the last time you chose a bath over a shower? Last weekend. But before that I hadn't had a bath since November- I am pretty much a shower girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you knock on wood? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you floss daily? Um, no. Sometimes I remember. But I usually forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Ummm... Anyone seen queston 14? Anywhere??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Can you hula hoop? only on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Are you good at keeping secrets? I am good at keeping things confidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What do you want for Christmas? money, or stuff, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you know the Muffin Man? Yup, Shrek 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you talk in your sleep? No. I even have witnesses who would tell me if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Who wrote the book of love? Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Have you ever flown a kite? We did it all the time as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you wish on your fallen lashes? That is the most bizarre thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Do you consider yourself successful? In some things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) How many people are on your contact list of your cell? 35- but my cell is my only phone, so it is allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Have you ever asked for a pony? No, I was a realistic child. And a little boring. I asked for books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Plans for tomorrow? church, work, and hopefully homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Can you juggle? No, I lack the coordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Missing someone now? I miss my Mommy, and I miss my Daddy, and I miss my sister, and I miss my grandpa, and my grandma, and my grandpa, and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) When was the last time you told someone I Love You? last time I talked to my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) And truly meant it? Last time I talked to my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) How often do you drink? I drink several litres of water a day. Nice anwers, QoWP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) How are you feeling today? A bit hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) What do you say too much? ummm.... - that was my answer, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school? No, I am the goody two shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What are you looking forward to? Thursday, I hope-- whenever I am done all my essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Have you ever crawled through a window? lol, yes. I broke into my friend Rachel's house. But that was only because her brother had locked us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Have you ever eaten dog food? eeeww!!! no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Can you handle the truth? better the truth than continuing to live a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Do you like green eggs and ham? I really don't care, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Any cool scars? a small burn scar on my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114453124401136252?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114453124401136252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114453124401136252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114453124401136252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114453124401136252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/04/questions.html' title='Questions :)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114446031674279878</id><published>2006-04-07T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:39:27.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>My to do list</title><content type='html'>Well, I was bored during English, so I decided to make a to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are THIRTY EIGHT items on it. They all have to be done before Saryn's wedding. Many have to be done by Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I can cross one thing off... I just finished my paper that was due Wednesday and e-mailed it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more papers to write before Wednesday. Both of them already have special extentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeek!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114446031674279878?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114446031674279878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114446031674279878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114446031674279878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114446031674279878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-to-do-list.html' title='My to do list'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114402448469173658</id><published>2006-04-02T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:40:27.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>I had a lovely birthday. On Friday night, a bunch of us went out and watched Memoirs of a Giesha for Julie's birthday, and when we got out it was my birthday. So then we went out for Chinese for both of our birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I slept in, had a bath, and lazed around. I hung out with the guys who were making wings for the guys night, then went to girls night where we had fondue. They had even made me fancy brownies with Happy Birthday Jen signs in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The a couple of younger girls stayed over at my place last night, so we had a slumber party. It was lots of fun- we played scenerios- a jr. high type game where you make up situations about someone with their crush and then they say what they would do. It was actually very fun. I love talking about boys, even if I didn't know the guys they liked, and they didn't know mine. We were in two different age brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooohoooo!!! I am 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp! I am twenty! My teen years are GONE! Where did time go??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114402448469173658?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114402448469173658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114402448469173658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114402448469173658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114402448469173658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114369732323025713</id><published>2006-03-29T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:41:53.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>Tonight I am just spitting out my feelings</title><content type='html'>I am kinda sad tonight. So rathing than letting my emotions roll around in circles, I thought I'd write them out, hopefully make sense of them, and get them out of my system. Some things have been bothering me lately, and it is just circling around and around in my head so I am going to spit them out. Hopefully I'll manage to accomplish that without feeling like a big jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE FEELINGS AND ISSUES OF BEING A SINGLE WOMAN. IF YOUR NAME IS CALEB RALPH JOHNSON, YOU WILL LIKELY BECOME RATHER UNCOMFORTABLE. But if you are genuinely interested, and won't hold what I say against me, please, read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lonely. I mean, it sounds horrible to say, as I am surrounded by people, and my roommate is my best friend, and I as great as that is, I am still lonely. I mean, as much as I hate sounding like some simply, clinging girl, I really would love to have a guy right now. And at the same time, I KNOW how hurt a girl can get because of a guy, and how much trouble they can be, and how they NEVER will be able to say the perfect thing, or do the perfect thing, to make me feel better, because they are human, but I just can't get the picture of a fairy tale romance out of my head. But I also know that I can't let my self esteem, and my happiness, depend on some guy because when they fail (and they will, because they are human), that would wreck me. And I can't make myself that vulnerable, AND I can't put that responsiblitity on a guy, because that is not his place. Theoretically, it all makes sense. Theoretically, I know that my source of self-esteem and confidence has to come from God, and not a human realtionship. But it is so hard for my heart and emotions to learn what my brain already knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that wherever I go, I am surrounded by happy couples. You know what? There are no single people in my class. Everyone has a boyfriend (the few guys that there are have girlfriends.) I come home, and I am surrounded by happy couples, where everything is going great for them, and it seems as though life IS a fairytale romance for them. They are constantly enjoying the others presence- always holding hands, standing close to one another, cooking each other meals, encouraging the other, snuggling together. Don't get me wrong, I am SO happy for them. They are so cute together. But it makes me sad that I don't have that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I deal with that? This is where I get stupid. I miss that physical touch- so lately I have realized that I am tending to deliberately, just barely, brush some single guys that live around here. Like, if a bunch of us are watching a movie, I'll sit close just to feel a guys leg next to mine. Or if a bunch of us are lounging on a couch, I'll put my foot just close enough to brush that guy's knee. And it is not like I even really really like the guy- I am just using his presence to comfort myself, and make me feel better. And that is what makes me stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry that I'll trick myself. I've done it before- I've managed to let my imagination run away with me, and create a situation in my head that wasn't really there. No, I am not a scitz. But I don't want to trick myself, or make a fool of myself again. I hate feeling stupid, and I don't want to make others uncomfortable around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that makes me sad is just the fact that nobody likes me. Well, no. People like me because I'm a nice person. I just mean that nobody like likes me. No one thinks I'm particularly pretty. No one does special things for just me. No one seeks out my presense just because I make them smile. No one notices me just because I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that make me wonder: What is wrong with me? Am I unlikable? Do I give off vibes that tell guys to just go away? Is it cuz I am not pretty? Is it cuz I am not funny, not witty, not charming, not flirty? Is it because I am too childish? Am I wierd? What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remind myself that the man that God has picked out for me is out there somewhere. And that when I do meet him and start to date him, then I'll be glad that I haven't dated other guys. I remind myself that I should make the most out of the time when I am single, and become the best person I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I question my motives. Do I want to be a successful single so that I can attract a man? Am I trying to be content with my current singleness, knowing that later I'll have a man in my life? What if I never get married? Shouldn't my satisfaction with singleness come from God, not hoping that later I'll start my 'real' life as a couple? Shouldn't my focus be on God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. I realized that it was rather personal, but then I realized that it seems to voice how many single women must feel, so I'll post it as a tribute to all of us. Please don't think poorly of me after reading this. I am not desperate, I am not crazy, it is just that sometimes I get lonely. This isn't meant as an advertisement. It is just meant as an expression of what I am feeling, and maybe it'll help another single woman out there too. It is nice to know that we aren't alone in how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, spitting out feelings does help. I highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114369732323025713?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114369732323025713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114369732323025713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114369732323025713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114369732323025713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/03/tonight-i-am-just-spitting-out-my.html' title='Tonight I am just spitting out my feelings'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114306340318850816</id><published>2006-03-22T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:42:16.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Jen's Want's</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants to spook Hilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants kids now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants us to note the financial upside of saving money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants to direct&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants time out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants to study abroad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants to know what her mother did to make Chris break up with her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants to handle as few fish as possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants it sent on a Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants to do eleven things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants to put together a package&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants the freedom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen wants to get on that 50 most beautiful bloggers list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114306340318850816?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114306340318850816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114306340318850816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114306340318850816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114306340318850816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/03/jens-wants.html' title='Jen&apos;s Want&apos;s'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114306012199098639</id><published>2006-03-22T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:43:13.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Jen's needs</title><content type='html'>So, following the crowd, I googled my name + need and got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs rates on 2 scenerios&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs a break&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs your help&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs to get back to reality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs to be a My Little Pony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs some help&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs to stop being so self absorbed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs to demonstrate more self control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs to be a parent and get off message boards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs to let go and get a life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs a title&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs some more time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen needs U2 tickets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, so I did more than 10. But I ran into several pages of people doing exactly this. Plus a lot of stuff on Jen Aniston. I'm gonna do another one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs a cold shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs your help&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs passion knit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs to be charged for her crime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs to recognize that both of you do a good job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs your news&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs a smack daddy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs space&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs to do five things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs to grow up and get over it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs to know your e-mail address&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer needs the earth energy in her life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, apparently Jennifers are crazier than simple Jens. Hmmm... let's try..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thadyne needs.... nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last name needs well, nothing, but there was, "Lets hope the Lastname are pigheaded enough to ignore."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114306012199098639?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114306012199098639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114306012199098639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114306012199098639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114306012199098639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/03/jens-needs.html' title='Jen&apos;s needs'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114236527257110323</id><published>2006-03-14T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:44:16.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I keep meaning to do this</title><content type='html'>You know, I have been meaning to make a post for ages. I had all these fantastic stories, and now that I am taking the time to write, I have discovered that I don't have any funny stories. Isn't that ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shall just make do with what I have. Last night, Rebekah, Bryce, Grant, and I played Settlers, and Rebekah won. Which means Grant lost! And Bryce! Those two never ever lose! Yay Rebekah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in second. Which means I didn't lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I led a session in the group at my work experience place. Unfortuately, it was a bit short, as I was anticipating more conversation than was actually present. But that was all right, cuz then they did their computer time too, so it all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Super good news! I hadn't realixed that my anthro final exam was scheduled for the exact same time as Saryn's wedding. I mean, who schedules exams for a Saturday? Anyways, I would have had to miss the wedding. But yesterday I asked my teacher if we could work something out, and she was totally OK with it!! So I get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I get for attending college rather than university. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114236527257110323?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114236527257110323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114236527257110323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114236527257110323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114236527257110323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-keep-meaning-to-do-this.html' title='I keep meaning to do this'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114136789793235862</id><published>2006-03-02T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:45:26.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Is this why I haven't had a boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>jk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114136789793235862?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114136789793235862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114136789793235862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114136789793235862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114136789793235862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-this-why-i-havent-had-boyfriend.html' title='Is this why I haven&apos;t had a boyfriend?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114132763075923617</id><published>2006-03-02T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:47:05.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><title type='text'>I tried to go to school</title><content type='html'>So yesterday morning I woke up at 6:30 as usual, and got ready to go to school. Since it had snowed A LOT the night before, my friend picked me up way early and we took her boyfriend to work before going to school, so that it would go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped him off in St Albert, and then we turned south to go to school. Normally this drive takes 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, we had completed a normal distance of 15 minutes of our trip. We were already ridiculously late, and it would take us at least another hour to get there, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave up, went home, and tried to be productive there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter has arrived in Edmonton! Horray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114132763075923617?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114132763075923617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114132763075923617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114132763075923617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114132763075923617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-tried-to-go-to-school.html' title='I tried to go to school'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114028763996084656</id><published>2006-02-18T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:47:57.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>All done and plans and a grand adventure</title><content type='html'>Well, I have good news: All three of those assignments I (just barely) managed to complete on time. I e-mailed the last one in last night, and now I am home free. Nothing is due for two more weeks, and I have Reading Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of Reading Week will include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today: young peoples. Peter and Kelly have prepared something on relationships.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow: Church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday: Going to Sherwood Park for a Criminal Record Check, and then giving it to my boss. I can then arrange when to start working. I spent two hours there yesterday for orientation. (Neat fact: The office for my work is just around the corner from this fantastic teashop, called Steepes. Maryanne, you would love it, I'm sure.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next weekend: Going to Saskatoon for my grandparent's 50th anniversary bash. Oooh, I should check to see what YPs will be out there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the middle: This is undecided. I may start working, or I may go home for a couple days. In that case, I want to visit a few friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, Grant, Nathan, Dan, Carla, Rebekah, and I were hanging around and decided to go to Steepes. Except that we decided to be adventurous and take the bus, instead of driving. So, with me being the navigator, we went down there and had a fair bit of fun. We took some really funny pictures. Then, it was time to go home, but we had just missed our bus by a minute and a half. It was very sad. The next bus didn't come for an hour, so most of us (not Grant and Dan) decided to hoof it. We were about halfway home when Grant and Dan pulled up in a taxivan, so we all hopped in. And that was our grand adventure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114028763996084656?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114028763996084656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114028763996084656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114028763996084656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114028763996084656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-done-and-plans-and-grand-adventure.html' title='All done and plans and a grand adventure'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-114003151774463785</id><published>2006-02-15T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:48:52.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I had a rather interesting Valentine's Day. Last night, Rebekah and I were sitting at home watching American Idol when Grant and Peter Hill came over and asked us if we wanted to go out for some dessert for Valentine's Day. It was pretty fun, we went to this cute little restraunt called Cafe Select, and the atmosphere was so incredibly romantic.. they had no overhead lights, just candles, and flowers at all the tables. It was chalk full of couples, straight or otherwise, and I think they were a little wierded out when we asked for 4. Oh well, it would have been wierder to ask for three. Actually, that would have been super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The we went out and drove around Glenora, where all the ritzy houses are overlooking the river and admired them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it was rather fun. Who needs a boyfriend on Valentine's Day when you have friends to hang out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't believe that myself. But it was worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and I got my invite to Saryn and Dan's wedding yesterday. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-114003151774463785?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/114003151774463785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=114003151774463785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114003151774463785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/114003151774463785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113944171717522334</id><published>2006-02-08T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:49:19.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>I am falling behind....</title><content type='html'>So, I was sitting in my Children and Adolescents class this morning, when it suddenly dawned on me with a gasp of horror that I have three assignments due in the next week and a half, and I haven't started on any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put is mildly, "Eeek!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you may ask why I am blogging instead of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question. I don't know myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113944171717522334?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113944171717522334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113944171717522334' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113944171717522334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113944171717522334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-falling-behind.html' title='I am falling behind....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113867727945007688</id><published>2006-01-30T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:49:44.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Tagged Again!</title><content type='html'>Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brightstarreignited.blogspot.com/"&gt;BrightStar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fumblingthruchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seeking Solace &lt;/a&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://www.incapability.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roomwithaviewblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pink Cupcake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://westprocrastination.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queen of West Procrastination&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just plodding along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next select five people to tag:I'll leave in PC's disclaimer: "Oooh, whilst I like being tagged, I know not everyone does. So, it'd be great if any of the following wanted to give this one a go, but please don't worry if you'd rather not."&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah&lt;br /&gt;Lyn&lt;br /&gt;Janice&lt;br /&gt;Debbie&lt;br /&gt;Caleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;At this time in 1996, I was nine years old. So I was living on the acerage west of Edmonton and working on grade 4? Or is it 5??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;br /&gt;I was working as a youth worker, and still living at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five snacks you enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate anything&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon buns&lt;br /&gt;Timmy's Honey Cruller&lt;br /&gt;Apple Strudel&lt;br /&gt;Boiled Rasin cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Let's simplify it and say church songs and country songs, b/c I can't pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:&lt;br /&gt;Pay off my student loan, and then pay for my college&lt;br /&gt;Buy a bed&lt;br /&gt;Support a charity.. I'd have to pick one, though... that's hard.&lt;br /&gt;Take a summer off and go to all the camps&lt;br /&gt;Get a super nice summer home/holiday spot in Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;Biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination&lt;br /&gt;Hibernating with books&lt;br /&gt;Blanking out&lt;br /&gt;Staying up too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you like doing:&lt;br /&gt;Travelling&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Playing stratagy/board games&lt;br /&gt;camps&lt;br /&gt;Reading a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you would never wear again:&lt;br /&gt;This huge ugly brown wool sweater&lt;br /&gt;The pretty blue blouse that is too small for me&lt;br /&gt;The jeans that I ripped a huge hole into last night&lt;br /&gt;This dress that looks like the 80s personified&lt;br /&gt;The tights I threw out this weekend for being baggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite toys:&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I loved dress up clothes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113867727945007688?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113867727945007688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113867727945007688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113867727945007688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113867727945007688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113813920610356604</id><published>2006-01-24T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:50:13.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><title type='text'>Procrastination 101... This one's for you, Maryanne</title><content type='html'>So for my field placement, I have to do a session for the group that I work with. So today I looked over the list of topics that the group suggested, and lo and behold, there was procrastination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," thought I, "this will be fun!" So I googled procrastination, and came up with lots of stuff. Admittedly, some of it was boring, but there was some fantastic (abiet procrastination encouragers rather than procrastination defeaters) stuff. Some of the award winners (in no particular order) are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cute little article by a philosophy instructor on the wonders of procrastination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-csli.stanford.edu/~john/procrastination.html"&gt;http://www-csli.stanford.edu/~john/procrastination.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Procrastination and You, which includes a test to measure your procrastination, quotes on procrastination, suggestions for fun ways to procrastinate, and some other stuff. My test results are as follows:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;75 out of a possible 100&lt;br /&gt;You rank between the top 25% and 10% in terms of&lt;br /&gt;procrastination. That is, when it comes to putting things off, you often do so&lt;br /&gt;even though you know you shouldn’t. Likely, you are more free-spirited and&lt;br /&gt;spontaneous than most. Probably, your work doesn’t engage you as much as you&lt;br /&gt;would like or perhaps you are surrounded by easily available and more pleasant&lt;br /&gt;temptations. These temptations may initially seem rewarding, but in the&lt;br /&gt;longer-term, you see many of them as time-wasters. Though you likely often still&lt;br /&gt;get your work done, there is probably a lot of last minute panicking and&lt;br /&gt;unwanted stress. You may want to reduce what procrastination you do commit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucalgary.ca/~steel/procrastinus/"&gt;http://www.ucalgary.ca/~steel/procrastinus/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A rather theoratical article about procrastination, that, while admittedly not the wittiest thing you will ever read in your life, has some interesting ideas on the different types of procrastinators out there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulgraham.com/paulgraham/procrastination.html"&gt;http://www.paulgraham.com/paulgraham/procrastination.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then, of course, how can I write a discorse on procrastination without directing you to The Queen of West Procrastination?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://westprocrastination.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://westprocrastination.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113813920610356604?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113813920610356604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113813920610356604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113813920610356604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113813920610356604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/01/procrastination-101-this-ones-for-you.html' title='Procrastination 101... This one&apos;s for you, Maryanne'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113813049546663491</id><published>2006-01-24T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:50:45.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Another Quickie</title><content type='html'>Well, I am a little chilly right now. The office where I do my field placement is always chilly. Let's see.... I ran out of laundry. I have to stop at the bank on the way home and get a roll of quarters. After all, I need clothes for tomorrow. I also have to mail away my bill payments, so I have to stop at the post office. And.... I guess..... that is it. I am not that interesting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except.... I still dislike Stephen Harper's hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113813049546663491?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113813049546663491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113813049546663491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113813049546663491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113813049546663491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-quickie.html' title='Another Quickie'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113789566074445623</id><published>2006-01-21T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:51:17.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>Well, this is just a quick post before I leave for young peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been doing much this week, just the bare minimum, so I was very proud of myself today. I caught up on my Family Processes Reading- 2 booklets and 1 book. I also did the dishes, showered, and fit a nice long nap into there. Sigh... naps are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing: brown felt-yish pants, belt, and red t-shirt. Actually, that is all Boxing Day shopping items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, time to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113789566074445623?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113789566074445623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113789566074445623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113789566074445623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113789566074445623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/01/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113727504271359473</id><published>2006-01-14T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:51:54.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>5 Wierd or Unusual Things about Jen (AKA, me)</title><content type='html'>I got tagged! Yippee! And then I get to tag people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever my cell phone rings, I think it has a perfect dancing tune, so I waltz towards my phone. In addition, I actually do not know how to waltz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot stand listening to, or have others listening to me, doing their thing in the bathroom. I will always hit the blow drier, and, in cases of a #2, have been known to sit in the stall waiting for the other person in the bathroom to leave so I can complete my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I enjoy whooping/ cheering. A good "WHOOOOHOOOO!!!!!" is an excellent cheering up method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have been known to sniff people's shoes when others were wondering if thyey smelled or not. (Incidentally, they didn't smell that bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I only like pink nail polish. And only on my toes. I have no idea why I dislike other colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Rebekah, Shannon, Stephen, Liam, and Caleb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113727504271359473?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113727504271359473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113727504271359473' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113727504271359473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113727504271359473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-wierd-or-unusual-things-about-jen.html' title='5 Wierd or Unusual Things about Jen (AKA, me)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113703685286573246</id><published>2006-01-11T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:52:50.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>So, you may as, why am I home alone and bored on a Wednesday night? After all, I ought to be at prayer meeting. Well, when I went to go find a ride or escort to prayer meeting, everyone was not going, instead they were going out to where I did not feel comfortable. I would have walked myself, except it is dark out, and now that I have news again, I see the news bullitans about dangerous creeps, so I don't feel safe going out walking alone after dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead I am bored. There is no movies, books, or TV I want to see. I have phoned some people, but am done that. So, instead, I blog it out, hoping to keep some connection to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Hmmm... I think the 70s Show comes on at 9. That could be fun.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113703685286573246?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113703685286573246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113703685286573246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113703685286573246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113703685286573246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/01/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113687300252839604</id><published>2006-01-09T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:54:20.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>4 things</title><content type='html'>Four Things Meme&lt;br /&gt;I just saw this over at Queen of West Procrastination's, and I'm procrasinating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs You've Had In Your Life&lt;br /&gt;1. Library aide (twice)&lt;br /&gt;2. Daycare worker&lt;br /&gt;3. Youth respite worker&lt;br /&gt;4. Volunteered as a tutor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies You Could Watch Over And Over&lt;br /&gt;1. Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;2. Pirates of the Carribean&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything Zorro&lt;br /&gt;4. The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You've Lived&lt;br /&gt;1. acreage at Stony Plain&lt;br /&gt;2. farm at Opal&lt;br /&gt;3. basement suite in Mill Woods AKA Edmonton&lt;br /&gt;4. apartment in Edmonton with Rebekah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows You Love To Watch&lt;br /&gt;1. Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;2. That 70s Show&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You've Been On Vacation&lt;br /&gt;1. North Battleford SK&lt;br /&gt;2. Outside Spokane, WA USA&lt;br /&gt;3. Jasper AB&lt;br /&gt;4. Victoria BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Blogs You Visit Daily (But I check more! That's hard.)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://amandolynandky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amandolyn and Ky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/sk3/janny/blog/"&gt;Janny's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://kristiface.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queen&lt;/a&gt; of West Procrastination&lt;br /&gt;4. Becka's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Of Your Favourite Foods&lt;br /&gt;1. The cassarole Rebekah made last week&lt;br /&gt;2. lasagna&lt;br /&gt;3. anything chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4. anything (nearly) my mom makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You'd Rather Be&lt;br /&gt;1. bed&lt;br /&gt;2. back at camp&lt;br /&gt;3. on a date with the love of my life.... too bad his identity is still uncertain&lt;br /&gt;4. Victoria is always fun, I suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Albums You Can't Live Without&lt;br /&gt;1. ????&lt;br /&gt;2. I dunno&lt;br /&gt;3. You tell me&lt;br /&gt;4. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Vehicles You've Owned or Co-owned (in reverse order)&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll put regularly drive/ove, never actually owned... '96 Dodge Caravan&lt;br /&gt;2. '95 Dodge Ram&lt;br /&gt;3. '94 Chevy pickup&lt;br /&gt;4. '91 Plymoth Voyager&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113687300252839604?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113687300252839604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113687300252839604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113687300252839604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113687300252839604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/01/4-things.html' title='4 things'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113650068931296385</id><published>2006-01-05T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:55:34.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>The Coolest New Things... For Me, Anyway...</title><content type='html'>So my interview went pretty good, they have to check my references (which are excellent), and then I'd be matched up with a client and have training.They ran me through scenerios, so it was easy, since I've done it all before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was waiting for the bus, and my feet were killing me.... I walked about 50 blocks today in heels. So I made up a song (First coolest new thing). It goes to the tune of Old Smokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On top of these shoes&lt;br /&gt;All covered in boils,&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the 125.&lt;br /&gt;But the bus never came,&lt;br /&gt;And I got gangrene.&lt;br /&gt;And now my feet&lt;br /&gt;Are nothing but green."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second coolest new thing is what I did to my computer. The sceensaver is now a powerpoint presentation of all of the photos on the computer. So last night, I turned the wait time to one minute, and we watched a slideshow. It was great. While Rebekah slaughtered me at croquanol. (How do you spell it anyway? Ky, do you know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all should try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113650068931296385?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113650068931296385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113650068931296385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113650068931296385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113650068931296385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/01/coolest-new-things-for-me-anyway.html' title='The Coolest New Things... For Me, Anyway...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113633894370511119</id><published>2006-01-03T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:56:19.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job interview!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview as a youth worker Thursday at 11. I'm really excited, and rather nervous as well, since I have never had what I would call a real job interview. Usually, I have always just had the job. So tommorrow I will prepare for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be really great if everyone could remember to pray for me then, that it would go well, and God's will would be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113633894370511119?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113633894370511119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113633894370511119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113633894370511119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113633894370511119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113630910531760071</id><published>2006-01-03T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:56:56.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>Well, I am home again from Christmas and New Year's. It was really good, but I am enjoying being at home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a quick note to let all of you who I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to that I am sorry. My ride home informed me at breakfast that I had 20 minutes to pack, and then we left super fast. So, I love you all, and I'll see you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113630910531760071?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113630910531760071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113630910531760071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113630910531760071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113630910531760071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2006/01/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113520102850470596</id><published>2005-12-21T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:57:32.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Off for Christmas....</title><content type='html'>Well, tonight after prayer meeting I am going home for Christmas. While I'm there I am hoping to see a couple of my friends from up there. Then, on Sunday, Christmas Day, at church we are having a candlelit service at 7PM. On Boxing Day, I am going to Saskatchewan to visit my Grandma and Grandpa for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEARS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am looking forward to seeing everyone there. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, once I get home, I have another week of holiday.... fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113520102850470596?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113520102850470596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113520102850470596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113520102850470596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113520102850470596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/off-for-christmas.html' title='Off for Christmas....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113496982576039301</id><published>2005-12-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:58:21.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>Well, I have realized that a pattern is emerging on my blog, namely that it seems to consist of lots of lists and surveys, which can get tiring after a while, so I thought I'd actually write something myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... what to write..... Let's see, earlier I posted some blogging ideas... what were they.... Oh. I really have posted too many surveys. They are off the main page. Wow. I haven't gone through a page that fast yet. Hmmm..... none of them were that interesting- either that, or I already did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I.... ran out of the house really fast this morning so I could catch the bus, as opposed to walking in the cold, and accidentally left my bus pass, Bible and keys behind. So I ended up having to pay for my bus ride, and get the keys from my manager.... I nearly left my cell phone behind too; luckily, my roomie gave it to me as I was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Christmas carolling last night for young people's, and it was SUPER COLD!!!!!!!! Brrr...... It was nice, though. It was Christmasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I am being snarky to an old friend of mine on MSN. She deserves it though. Honestly, some people..... Growl. All I ask for is a little respect, and all I get is..... Hurrumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry for leaving on such a downer..... Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113496982576039301?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113496982576039301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113496982576039301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113496982576039301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113496982576039301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113471461717612848</id><published>2005-12-15T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:58:39.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blanks</title><content type='html'>1. I've always been afraid of... mice.&lt;br /&gt;2. People should not talk on cell phones while... driving.&lt;br /&gt;3. The one thing I look forward to every day is watching... socializing.&lt;br /&gt;4. My first meal of the day usually consists of ... either corn flakes or toast (depends if I have milk).&lt;br /&gt;5. It seems like... doing laundry... is a never-ending job.&lt;br /&gt;6. The last time I painted a room in my house/apartment was ... ummm.?&lt;br /&gt;7. The next time I paint, I'd like to paint my...I dunno, I'm not good at that stuff...(room) ...????... (color).&lt;br /&gt;8. I have little or no patience when it comes to... bullying.&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish I could spend more time... sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;10. The most productive thing I accomplished this past weekend was... young people doing Christmas play.&lt;br /&gt;11. The most enjoyable thing I did this weekend was... watching a late night movie.&lt;br /&gt;12. I've always wanted to learn how to... be artsy or musical.&lt;br /&gt;13. If money wasn't an issue, I'd... get a PT Cruiser.&lt;br /&gt;14. I blog because I... feel more connected, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;15. Name one color. orange&lt;br /&gt;16. Name one song. When I Fall by Rachel Lampa (what is playing now.)&lt;br /&gt;17. Name one movie. Madagascar- I rented it Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;18. Name one vehicle. PT Cruiser&lt;br /&gt;19. Name one food. perogies- I had that for supper.&lt;br /&gt;20. Name one household item. a dustpan (Bronwyn put broom, so...)&lt;br /&gt;21. Name one book. The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants by Ann Braeshares&lt;br /&gt;22. Sometimes I wish I could... drive around the country for fun.&lt;br /&gt;23. If I could take a long weekend to.. camp,... I'd be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;24. The world would be a better place if... more people would treat others with respect.&lt;br /&gt;25. One of my greatest qualities is... my zaniness.&lt;br /&gt;26. The one thing about me that I need to work on is... my inconsistancy.&lt;br /&gt;27. Happiness is ... laughing and hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;28. Name 1 comedy movie you've seen recently. Madagascar- I LOVE the giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;29. Name 2 black and white films you have seen. I just blanked out.... I've seen lots....&lt;br /&gt;30. Name 3 dramas you thought were worth watching. "Pirates of the Carribean", "Zorro 1" and "Zorro 2"&lt;br /&gt;31. Name 4 television shows you watch on a regular (or semi-regular) basis. "That 70s Show", "Gilmore Girls", "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" and "Friends"&lt;br /&gt;32. Name 5 things that, in your opinion, are advertised on television too frequently. beer, razors, Dr Phil, pads, and painkillers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113471461717612848?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113471461717612848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113471461717612848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113471461717612848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113471461717612848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/fill-in-blanks.html' title='Fill in the blanks'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113467579240540668</id><published>2005-12-15T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:59:16.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Story'/><title type='text'>19 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level of Insanity</title><content type='html'>1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask them if they want fries with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "In".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffine addictions, switch to espresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In the memo field of all your checques, write "for smuggling diamonds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish all your sentances with "In accordance with the property."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't use any punctuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Specify that your drive through order is to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Put misquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Five days in advance, tell your friends that you can't attend their party because you aren't in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have your coworkers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When the money comes out of the ATM, scream "I won! I won!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When leaving the zoo, start running for the parking lot yelling, "Run for your lives, they're loose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell your children over dinner, "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113467579240540668?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113467579240540668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113467579240540668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113467579240540668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113467579240540668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/19-ways-to-maintain-healthy-level-of.html' title='19 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level of Insanity'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113460014194260952</id><published>2005-12-14T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:59:50.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hilariously true</title><content type='html'>I read this on a blog, and it is too awesome to not share. My first term of college had these vibes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writingasjoe.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-we-learned-this-semester.html#comments"&gt;http://writingasjoe.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-we-learned-this-semester.html#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113460014194260952?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113460014194260952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113460014194260952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113460014194260952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113460014194260952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/hilariously-true.html' title='Hilariously true'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113450259568083388</id><published>2005-12-13T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:00:23.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>QQQ</title><content type='html'>1) Single or taken: Single.... why is this question first?&lt;br /&gt;2) Your Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;3) Siblings: Laura and Michael&lt;br /&gt;4) Hair color and length: brown... nearly shoulder length... it needs to be cut.&lt;br /&gt;5) Shoe size: 7&lt;br /&gt;6) Full name: Jen __ ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~* R e l a t i o n s h i p s *~*&lt;br /&gt;1) Who are your best friends?: I have many friends, but I don't like comparing&lt;br /&gt;2)Did you send this to your crush? no... this is on my blog&lt;br /&gt;3) Did your crush send this to you?: no, saryn did&lt;br /&gt;5) who is your crush?: Like I'd put THAT on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-;-*F a s h i o n S t u f f *-;-*&lt;br /&gt;1) Where is your favorite place to shop? I don't care about the place; I care about the people&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you do drugs: Advil liquid gels rock.&lt;br /&gt;3) What kind of shampoo do you use: Garnier Fructis&lt;br /&gt;4) What are you most scared of: failure, mice, ad being pulled over.&lt;br /&gt;5) What things do you hate the most: ummm.... jerks I dislike a lot.&lt;br /&gt;6)What are you listening to right now: hum of the fan&lt;br /&gt;7) What car do u want: PT Cruiser&lt;br /&gt;8) Who is the last person that called you: my dad phoned me last night and told me to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;9) Where do you want to get married? on Earth. Other than that, I'm not picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::~FAVOURITES~::.&lt;br /&gt;1) Colour: orange, mint green, or blue.&lt;br /&gt;2) Food: too many.... I love food.&lt;br /&gt;3) Boy's names: I dunno... I like Matthew and Mark and Luke. Not John so much.&lt;br /&gt;4) Girls names: Serenity&lt;br /&gt;5) Sport: prisoners base&lt;br /&gt;6) Music: country and Christan, but not anything... rappy. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-;-* H a v e Y o u E v e r *-;-*&lt;br /&gt;1) Given anyone a bath: not that I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;2) Smoked: no&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever bungee jumped: no, but I think it would be fun, though I'd likely chicken out.&lt;br /&gt;4) Broken the law: yes, I drive.&lt;br /&gt;5) Made yourself throw-up : no&lt;br /&gt;6) Gone skinny-dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;7) Ever been in love : no&lt;br /&gt;8) Made yourself cry to get out of trouble: I don't mean to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-;-* F i n a l Q u e s t i o n s *-;-*&lt;br /&gt;1) Pizza or chocolate: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2) How many people are you sending this to?blog&lt;br /&gt;3) Who will send it back? blog....&lt;br /&gt;4) Gold or Silver: silver&lt;br /&gt;5) What is the last film you saw at the cinema?:the Zorro movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113450259568083388?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113450259568083388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113450259568083388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113450259568083388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113450259568083388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/qqq.html' title='QQQ'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113441403437529817</id><published>2005-12-12T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:00:41.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Sevens</title><content type='html'>Seven things to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Earn ownership of a bachelor of social work degree&lt;br /&gt;2. Fall in love&lt;br /&gt;3. Get married (What can I say? I'm a hopeless idealistic romantic.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive across Canada, just to say I did it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Own a PT Cruiser&lt;br /&gt;6. raise a family&lt;br /&gt;7. Write something scholarly, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things to do before I die (when I was an idealistic teenager):&lt;br /&gt;1. fall in love&lt;br /&gt;2. get married (I still am an idealistic teenager- only for a few more months, though.)&lt;br /&gt;3. be an editor and live in Minneapolis (What was I thinking?)&lt;br /&gt;4. be artsy&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to drive- check!&lt;br /&gt;6. be poised- not gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;7. get a hobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I cannot do:&lt;br /&gt;1. swim&lt;br /&gt;2. skate&lt;br /&gt;3. ski&lt;br /&gt;4. cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;5. not be afraid of the volleyball&lt;br /&gt;6. anything artsy&lt;br /&gt;7. my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that attract me to my spouse:&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: If you don't have a spouse, make it seven things that you think will attract you/ that you admire/ notice in the opposite sex, or a potential mate) (This is what I am doing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how much he loves Jesus&lt;br /&gt;2. being a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;3. intelligance (I speeled that wrong, didn't I?)&lt;br /&gt;4. his insane sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;5. not being intimidating&lt;br /&gt;6. being protective&lt;br /&gt;7. casually rolled-up sleeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I say most often:&lt;br /&gt;1. hi&lt;br /&gt;2. shmansy&lt;br /&gt;3. confuzzled&lt;br /&gt;4. toodles&lt;br /&gt;5. What should I have for supper?&lt;br /&gt;6. the nudge button on msn&lt;br /&gt;7. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven books I love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series.&lt;br /&gt;2. Authentic Beauty&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything Karen Kingsbury&lt;br /&gt;4. Anything Dee Henderson&lt;br /&gt;5. Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;6. The Littles books, for little kids.&lt;br /&gt;7. The Bible (This one is #1.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven movies I would watch over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;1. A Walk To Remember&lt;br /&gt;2. Anything Zorro&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything Shrek&lt;br /&gt;4. John Q.&lt;br /&gt;5. Rat Race&lt;br /&gt;6. Anything Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;7. ummm... I want to see Madagascar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people I want to join in too:&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah, Ky, Lynn, Bronwyn, Chris (update your blog!), Janice, Shannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113441403437529817?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113441403437529817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113441403437529817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113441403437529817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113441403437529817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/sevens.html' title='Sevens'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113419623706429033</id><published>2005-12-09T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:01:15.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Late night update</title><content type='html'>It turns out that one of my classmates got the instructor to explain the assignment a bit better, and I did it wrong! Gah! Oh well, it only needs revisions, not a redo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have I done on my list? Well, I did laundry and dishes. I put my locker com into my wallet, and I found my student ID card. I even did something not on my list, and cleaned my purse out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 things on the list got done today. I think that is pretty good for one day's work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113419623706429033?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113419623706429033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113419623706429033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113419623706429033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113419623706429033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/late-night-update.html' title='Late night update'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113418100366961037</id><published>2005-12-09T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:01:40.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Update: The evening</title><content type='html'>Well, after I updated you on my to do list, I went and had a lovely nap. It wasn't on the list, I know, but it was SO worth it. After I got up I had a shower (instead of a bath) and I am doing my laundry. And I have been organizing my papers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto more things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later: I have now sent out my resume to 2 out of the 3 places. Perhaps I should have supper now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113418100366961037?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113418100366961037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113418100366961037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113418100366961037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113418100366961037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-evening.html' title='Update: The evening'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113416173434155975</id><published>2005-12-09T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:02:19.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Update: 2 hours later</title><content type='html'>Well, I have my psych paper about half done, and I have hit a roadblock. I have also phoned Bonnie, so I can send out resumes now. I have also started perusing my sister's website. I have made arrangements to go Christmas shopping with my mom and sister tomorrow (probably). I even fit some minor procrastination in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2:30- I finished my paper! Harrah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113416173434155975?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113416173434155975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113416173434155975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113416173434155975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113416173434155975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-2-hours-later.html' title='Update: 2 hours later'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113415532542544933</id><published>2005-12-09T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:03:08.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>To Do List</title><content type='html'>OK, it is starting to get overwhelming. I am done my English midterm, true, but nothing else. So here is my to do list: (Before Christmas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School related:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for sociology final on Monday. (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for psychology final on Monday. (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write psychology paper for final exam beforehand. (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write analysis of roleplay for Intro to SW Methods.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do English tutorials on Internet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do English paper rewrite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do English source finding project.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend class on Wednesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to field placement on Tuesday and Thursday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sell 4 of my textbooks back to the school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy textbooks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize all my binders for next term.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confirm next term's schedule.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put combination lock number in wallet. (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Find/ Get Back:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student ID Card. (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD Player. (double check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scarf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damage deposit- (I realized today that I haven't gotten it yet... odd...).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notebooks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job hunting- (Phone Bonnie, get contact info for an agency, send out resume to 3 places). (checkish)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry. (was a check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dishes. (was a check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peruse my sister's website. (check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas shopping. (half check)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Print off Bible story so we can make notes on the paper for the play. (n/a)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make dessert for Christmas dinner. (n/a)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean floors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working on May Long planning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan YPs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a bath. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pamper myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay rent for next month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get ink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update some software.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the post office and get tax and passport papers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't think of anything else, though I am sure there is more....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113415532542544933?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113415532542544933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113415532542544933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113415532542544933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113415532542544933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-do-list.html' title='To Do List'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113391802448857738</id><published>2005-12-06T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:04:22.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Countdown 2</title><content type='html'>Countdown questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten movies you’d watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1) Ocean's 11 2) A Walk To Remember 3) Zorro 1 4) Zorro 2 5) Clueless 6) Hello Dolly 7) Dream a Little Dream 8) Bend it Like Beckham 9) Robin Hood the Cartoon 10) Reality Bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine people you enjoy the company of: (not in any order)&lt;br /&gt;1) Laura 2) Rebekah 3)mom 4) dad 5) Saryn 6) Ky 7) Maryanne 8) Bronwyn 9) Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things you’re wearing:&lt;br /&gt;1) jeans 2) blue slippers 3) Rebekah's socks 4) blue blouse 5) bunny hug 6) bra 7) underwear (whew, eh?) 8) glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things on your mind:&lt;br /&gt;1) What I should be doing- homework 2) Where the resident wit went to 3) Bronwyn, since I am changing her answers to mine 4) supper- and my lack of food 5) the song on my computer 6) worry 7) how worry is bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six objects you touch every day:&lt;br /&gt;1) my mouse on the computer 2) my robe 3) the fridge 4) bathroom taps 5) hairbrush 6) doorknobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1) check my e-mail 2) schoolwork 3) use the bathroom 4) sleep 5) talk on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four bands or musical artists that you couldn’t live without:&lt;br /&gt;1) Paul Brandt 2) Toby Mac 3) Michael W Smith 4) Tommy Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite songs of the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1) He Knows My Name by Tommy Walker 2) Gone by Toby Mac 3) Leavin by Paul Brandt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people who have influenced your life the most:&lt;br /&gt;1) My mom 2) my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person who has been nice to you today:&lt;br /&gt;1) my field placement supervisor- gave me an excellent evaluation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113391802448857738?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113391802448857738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113391802448857738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113391802448857738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113391802448857738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/countdown-2.html' title='Countdown 2'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113380534854989925</id><published>2005-12-05T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:04:46.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>Female bloggers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a he, what would be your name? I dunno, my parents knew I would be a she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do for a living? I would hopefully be a social worker, but possibly not, as there are so few male social workers.... I may have been a teacher... well, in either case, I'd still be a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be married? Not yet. Still too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of woman would you like to take for a date? Ummmm..... intelligent, compasionate, funny,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you miss the most of womanhood? I would miss being able to wear a dress. Amung other things, but that was the first thing that popped into my head. But I love men's clothing, so I'd still have fun with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male bloggers:&lt;br /&gt;If you were a she, what would be your name?&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to wear dresses and make-up, or would you stay “natural”?&lt;br /&gt;What would be your hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of man would you like to date?&lt;br /&gt;What would you hate from being a woman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113380534854989925?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113380534854989925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113380534854989925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113380534854989925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113380534854989925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113373379969866402</id><published>2005-12-04T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:05:14.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Wish list</title><content type='html'>Well, there seems to be some Christmas enthusiasm out there, so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Long Johns- If I don't get them, I will be disappointed and buy some myself. Waiting for a bus is so COLD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Socks- Simple black sports socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For those people who are able to (You know who you are), I would love to have "Saskatchewan Pirate", "You Say it Best When You Say Nothing At All", "Travelling Soldier", and I am sure there are others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. CDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jewellery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Use you imagination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113373379969866402?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113373379969866402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113373379969866402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113373379969866402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113373379969866402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/wish-list.html' title='Wish list'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113373207401508381</id><published>2005-12-04T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:05:45.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Questions:</title><content type='html'>December 04&lt;br /&gt;Questions of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: several deep scratches that scored the bruised area. "Your auntie's right, Ian;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? my moniter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you watched on TV? I watched Spiderman 2 with Rebekah and Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what time it is: 2:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 2:27pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Follow the Signs, Michael W Smith, but it is on my computer.... I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last step outside? 20 min ago what were you doing? coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you came to this website, what did you look at? i was reading other people's blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? black pants, black tank top, and Rebekah's really nice grey sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you dream last night? I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last laugh? Last night, talking about childbirth with Lindsay, Kelsey, Suzie, Rebekah, Jamie, and Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on the walls of the room you are in? A sign that says "Get a Ride"-- long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen anything weird lately? ummm.... I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last film you saw? At home? Spiderman 2 In theatre? the latest Zorro movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? my education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? Everyone would care more about others than about themselves. (good answer, I'm leaving it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? I dunno- I like Serenity and Anna....&lt;br /&gt;what if you have a boy? I dunno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever consider living abroad? unlikely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113373207401508381?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113373207401508381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113373207401508381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113373207401508381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113373207401508381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/questions.html' title='Questions:'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113346508145218626</id><published>2005-12-01T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:06:23.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hotmail Died</title><content type='html'>You have hotmail to thank for this blog post. Were it not dead, I would likely not be posting. Now, the only question we have is: What should I post about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I post about the lengthy list of end-of-term assignments that I am steadily (and sometimes not so steadily) working on paring down? Should I post about my theories about what I affectionately call "the vibe", "my muse", or "inspiration"? Should I post about my to do list for the day? Should I post my rant that I didn't know I had about residental schools? Should I post, for that matter, small segments of my essays that may, to the outside world, be interesting? Should I post my Christamas wish list? Should I post a list of movies I want to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many decisions, so little time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am wearing: blue jeans, black t-shirt with laces, and off white cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I think, I will post about nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113346508145218626?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113346508145218626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113346508145218626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113346508145218626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113346508145218626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/12/hotmail-died.html' title='Hotmail Died'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113320594408222617</id><published>2005-11-28T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:07:14.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>It is a meme</title><content type='html'>2. Were you named after anyone? Straight out of the baby name book- thank goodness! It was that or named Dorthey after my great grandma... I am definately not a Dorthey.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you wish on stars? no&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry? Watching A Walk To Remember-- Isn't that utterly romantic?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like your handwriting? No, it is super messy. I prefer my printing.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Lunch! I knew I'd forgotten something... I eat peanut butter and honey sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;7. What date is your birthday? 1986... I'll be leaving my teens! Yipes!&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your most embarrassing CD? A Country mix that isn't very good- it only has 1 song I like.&lt;br /&gt;9. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Sure... we'd be crazy together, but I hope I'd like me.&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a journal? Currently, they are at my grandma's. Hopefully I get them back soon. (I am SO forgetful)&lt;br /&gt;11. What are your nicknames? Jen, Jenny, Vanity&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you bungee jump? I want to, but I'd likely chicken out.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? no.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think that you are strong? Physically- ha! No! What a joke!&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Because I am indesisive, I have to choose neopolitan.&lt;br /&gt;16. Shoe Size? 7&lt;br /&gt;17. Red or Pink? Pink. I love pink.&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I'm socially awkward in big crowds.&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you miss most? my family&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? I am putting it on my blog... and to a few others, so you can if you want... if you even read this.&lt;br /&gt;21. What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now? blue jeans and blue slippers.&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you listening to right now? Hallelujah, Your Love Is Amazing&lt;br /&gt;23. Last thing you ate? a chocolate easter egg out of my rapidly diminishing chocolate stash... I am so bad...&lt;br /&gt;24. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Orange&lt;br /&gt;25. What is the weather like right now? sunny, and Oh! it stopped snowing!&lt;br /&gt;26. Last person you talked to on the phone? A classmate this morning about when she'd get here&lt;br /&gt;27. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? their chest.... ew, I sound like a guy there.... a MAN's chest. Not....&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Bronwyn, you are great! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite drink? milk&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite Sport to watch? Football is pretty good- I understand it, and it requires stategy.&lt;br /&gt;31. Hair Color? brown&lt;br /&gt;32. Eye Color? hazel, sometimes kinda yellowy&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you wear contacts? glasses&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Food: lasanga&lt;br /&gt;35. Last Movie You Watched in the theater? the new Zorro movie. I LOVED it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite Day Of The Year? I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;37. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings? Happy endings all the way.&lt;br /&gt;38. Summer or winter? summer&lt;br /&gt;39. Hugs OR Kisses? hugs&lt;br /&gt;40. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? apple crisp with icecream (Bronwyn's answer, but it sounds so good...). Oh! Or something really extravegantly chocolatey.&lt;br /&gt;41. Who Is Most Likely To Respond? likely nobody&lt;br /&gt;42. Who Is Least Likely To Respond? likely everybody&lt;br /&gt;43. Who lives in your house? Rebekah and I&lt;br /&gt;44. What books are you reading? Bible... and textbooks&lt;br /&gt;45. What's On Your Mouse Pad? sea scene with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;46. What Did You Watch Last night on TV? Grey cup. EDMONTON WON!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;47. Favorite Smells? I know, this is really wierd, but I LOVE the smell of browning hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;48. Favorite Sounds? laughter&lt;br /&gt;49. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles&lt;br /&gt;50. What's the furthest you've been from home? Pacific Ocean- The next thing out there was China&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113320594408222617?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113320594408222617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113320594408222617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113320594408222617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113320594408222617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/11/2.html' title='It is a meme'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11453094.post-113287930726860389</id><published>2005-11-24T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:07:41.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>10 firsts:&lt;br /&gt;first boyfriend/girlfriend: dunno&lt;br /&gt;first best friend: Kayla&lt;br /&gt;first screen name: I can't remember-- possibly Thadyne&lt;br /&gt;first kiss : Well, when I was born, they gave me to my mommy...&lt;br /&gt;first piercings: none&lt;br /&gt;First Car: well i still technically have one yet, but the first one I drove was a K-car from the early 80s&lt;br /&gt;first love: Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;first stuffed animal: i dunno a teddie bear?&lt;br /&gt;first pet: We had a cat named Kitty and a dog named Wendy when I was a toddler&lt;br /&gt;first memory: Waking up in my crib and looking around at everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 lasts:&lt;br /&gt;last cigarette: n/a&lt;br /&gt;last alchoholic beverage: n/a&lt;br /&gt;last car ride: today- we went observational driving with the ladies- fun!&lt;br /&gt;last kiss: ~~~&lt;br /&gt;last movie seen: A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: Let me check my phone... I phoned Rebekah last night&lt;br /&gt;last cd played: I have my CDs on my computer, right now it is Convoy by Paul Brandt&lt;br /&gt;last bubble bath: long, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;last time you cried: watching A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 have you evers: have you ever dated one of your best friends: no&lt;br /&gt;have you ever skinny dipped: no&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been on tv: yes&lt;br /&gt;have you ever kissed somebody and regretted it: nope&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had a nasty dream about someone you knew: that is gross- no&lt;br /&gt;have you ever fallen in love: no&lt;br /&gt;have you ever lost someone you loved: yes&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been depressed: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 places you've been to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spokane, Washington&lt;br /&gt;2. Peace River, AB&lt;br /&gt;3. Cranbrook, B.C&lt;br /&gt;4. Victoria, B.C&lt;br /&gt;5. North Battleford,Saskatchewan&lt;br /&gt;6. Regina, Saskatchewan&lt;br /&gt;7. Frank, Alberta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things you've done today:&lt;br /&gt;1. visited with Julia&lt;br /&gt;2. finished off a project&lt;br /&gt;3. made a schedule&lt;br /&gt;4. rode a bunch of buses&lt;br /&gt;5. went observational driving&lt;br /&gt;6. attempted to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite things in NO order:&lt;br /&gt;1. lasanga&lt;br /&gt;2. chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. hamburger&lt;br /&gt;4. cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;5. ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. get my BSW&lt;br /&gt;2. fall in love&lt;br /&gt;3. get married&lt;br /&gt;4. have kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you will do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. go to school&lt;br /&gt;2. attend classes&lt;br /&gt;3. pluck geese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you want to be (that you're not now):&lt;br /&gt;1. a wife&lt;br /&gt;2. a good cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you are now:&lt;br /&gt;1. a student&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11453094-113287930726860389?l=ploddingalong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/feeds/113287930726860389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11453094&amp;postID=113287930726860389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113287930726860389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11453094/posts/default/113287930726860389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ploddingalong.blogspot.com/2005/11/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998666279319793967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
