<?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-1506894683502388860</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:39:16.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscience Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'>A spot where I let my conscience do the talking.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-5149344417546960794</id><published>2009-09-14T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:14:55.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Ok so it has been very long! I have alot going on and little time to blog....... So if words are mis-spelled and things dont make sense. That explains it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;So heres the run down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Got a new house, fixing it up, spending lots of money, doing invites, doing programs, dress fittings, gift buying, wedding food choices, pictures, flowers, tables, napkins, lots of choices, lots to do little time, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;40 days left!&lt;/span&gt; I am in love, can't make everyone happy, sizing, mesurements, shoes shoes shoes, have to pick gifts, no time to sleep, no time to eat, must take a nap, i cant do it all, bachlorette party, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Must slow down and breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;-I will have pics of the new house soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Here are some engagement photos of Jeff and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7nkwbh1qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GBZkfx7T7BQ/s1600-h/IMG_1927copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381493223415994018" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7njA3OfUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jZ5p_y_cBGU/s200/IMG_1685copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7niWYMnGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uCyPXoWpm2c/s1600-h/IMG_1560copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381493182062959714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7niWYMnGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uCyPXoWpm2c/s200/IMG_1560copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-5149344417546960794?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/5149344417546960794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=5149344417546960794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5149344417546960794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5149344417546960794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post.......'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7nkwbh1qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GBZkfx7T7BQ/s72-c/IMG_1927copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-7333124844353949719</id><published>2009-07-22T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:35:56.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Jeff and I have been searching all over the place for a cute small starter home with great potential and the price tag to match, and let me tell you house hunting is difficult. With our price range everything we look at has to have a little cosmetic work but we are guaranteed to find something that is perfect for us to start our new life in.  Some people say we are just to picky but I say we just know what we want. I mean, is a nice home not in the ghetto with enough rooms to have a my scrapbooking room, Jeff's man cave and a bedroom too much to ask for????? I don't think so! And I am determined to find it. With our wedding being 94 days away we have alot of searching to do but bi-golley were going to do it! Well I am at work  and just thought I would go on a small rampage...... SO much love to ya all.&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                         -JoAnna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-7333124844353949719?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/7333124844353949719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=7333124844353949719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/7333124844353949719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/7333124844353949719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/07/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting.......'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-5761048522516762488</id><published>2009-07-12T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:17:22.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Girl......</title><content type='html'>Work, work, work and more work that's been my life lately. I've worked 10 out of the 15 days possible. I know some people work more and some people don't have work at all and I shouldn't be complaining but it's exhausting! I think my feet are even swollen! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so most are thinking really, honestly, come on now. BUT it's true! At my job we don't sit we don't work at a desk we help customers, put product out and deal with somewhat over reactant customers. For example the other day I had one crazy very rude lady...... In fact that's what we'll call her Mrs. Rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Rude: Yes I would like to return these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Actually we can't return paper because it is not in a package. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Rude: Are you serious! Well I cant print on this paper what to you expect me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; do with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm really sorry Ma' am that's just our return policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Rude: What Return Policy!?!?!? I didn't see any return Policy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its printed right here at the bottom of the receipt, and posted right here at both the registers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Rude: (while stomping away) Whatever, I don't know what you expect me to do with it then you can just keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; paper then I have nothing to do with it! (Throwing it down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story. And I must ask, why are people so rude! why can't people just be nicer? What makes people so mean? And I must say, I hope she never comes back. I would rather 12 nice customers instead of 600 evil ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Later-JoAnna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-5761048522516762488?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/5761048522516762488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=5761048522516762488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5761048522516762488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5761048522516762488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/07/working-girl.html' title='Working Girl......'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-902849300392418121</id><published>2009-07-10T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:58:40.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzI2NjQ1NzgzMiZwdD*xMjQ3MjY2NjEyMDM1JnA9MTIwNzQxJmQ9MmdEY*8*czhFcTJHQ2dyQiZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89YWUzZTdhMzYwNzQ1NDhiNzliZDk5NGUxNzE2ZTYxOWEmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="playerLoader" width="200" height="255" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/2gDcO4s8Eq2GCgrB.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/2gDcO4s8Eq2GCgrB.swf" width="200" height="255" name="playerLoader" align="middle" wmode="transparent" play="true" loop="false" quality="best" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-902849300392418121?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/902849300392418121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=902849300392418121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/902849300392418121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/902849300392418121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-moon-countdown.html' title='New Moon Countdown'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-3341627684290520428</id><published>2009-07-10T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:55:22.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So where to begin life is crazy. Me and my FH{Future Hubby} went registering yesterday it was loads of fun wrapped up in bundle's of excitement. We went to Target and Bed, Bath and Beyond and scanned nearly everything in the stores!!!! No one ever told me that scaning bar codes with a pricing gun could be so much fun! Dishes-----Bleep, Silver Wear-----Bleep, Rug----Bleep, Toster------Bleep, Yeah fun! Anyways with every good there is a little bad, for instance. I could STRANGLE Bed, Bath and Beyond. On my registry they put items I did not ask for, and I understand I could have mis-scanned but no these were lawn chairs and dorm room bedding and a robe vest something someone could have not possibly mis-scanned. SO do I yell at them or not? I guess I should just take a breath call and calmly explain that I did not know why nor did I want those items on my list. Well lets do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fill ya in later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-JoAnna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356967009865989410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SlfFHPCMfSI/AAAAAAAAADw/62EF5_g53uI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-3341627684290520428?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/3341627684290520428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=3341627684290520428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/3341627684290520428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/3341627684290520428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-long.html' title='It&apos;s been long.'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SlfFHPCMfSI/AAAAAAAAADw/62EF5_g53uI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-1133325635880122964</id><published>2009-05-21T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:32:47.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is There To Say......Life Is Awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wanted to post 1 fantastic truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;............................... I GRADUATE TONIGHT.................................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can anyone say pumped up. I am so(x20,000  O's) Excited. I am a little nervouse but just the normal stuff such as falling flat on my face or tripping or running into someone but hey, life goes on. Well I can say one amazing thing about tonight is that our commencment is on the football feild (Ahhhh Just like in the movies) Another great thing is that all of my family is going to be there(Excluding the nephews and niece's = ( .....My Brother Jason And His Wife Kelly, My Sister Mandy and her Husband Steve,  My Sister Jamie My brother Tad and of course my parents!!!!!! Oh and Jeff's going to be there. Well anyways I just felt the need to blog about my graduation..............................Wish me Luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GO CLASS OF 2009!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/ShW6SwkT41I/AAAAAAAAADo/lYjNOMKoM8g/s320/2009.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338377764755202898" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-1133325635880122964?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/1133325635880122964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=1133325635880122964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/1133325635880122964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/1133325635880122964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-there-to-saylife-is-awesome.html' title='What Is There To Say......Life Is Awesome.'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/ShW6SwkT41I/AAAAAAAAADo/lYjNOMKoM8g/s72-c/2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-2522730058064141216</id><published>2009-05-12T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:20:18.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I've decided that being a Senior is........... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt; I should have been a Senior all of my high school career. I don't know what it is that makes teachers and staff at good ol' NHS treat us so amazingly, Is it that they never have to see us again? Or is it that they love us and are excited their teachings lead to something? Well anyways I won't ponder that to long. At this point everyone is probably wondering what brings up these questions, and what exactly are they doing to treat us amazing, well let me tell you. This morning 1st block Mrs. McKeel made us waffles and let us watch T.V. all morning! During seminar Seniors didn't need passes to go anywhere and could pretty much rome the halls as we pleased. And my 2nd and final block our teacher Mr. Carrington bought donu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ts and juice and let us do whatever on the computers....... AHHHH........... Lets just say Senior days are the best. Well that's all i have to say at the moment But Just to FYI, ONE MORE DAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SgmTnCrg3KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kd4LXuzAxLE/s1600-h/waiter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SgmTnCrg3KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kd4LXuzAxLE/s320/waiter.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334957532540624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one final note. Underclassmen had to serve us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-2522730058064141216?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/2522730058064141216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=2522730058064141216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/2522730058064141216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/2522730058064141216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/05/senior.html' title='Senior.'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SgmTnCrg3KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kd4LXuzAxLE/s72-c/waiter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-2075911778525250447</id><published>2009-05-09T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:02:18.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just realized the time......Tick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tock&lt;/span&gt; Tick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tock&lt;/span&gt; go's our grandfather clock, With an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; BONG or 12, which is what reminds me of the time. I'm not quite sure when this clock arrived and how I missed it coming through the door but I certainly can't miss the noise. Tonight was crazy at work and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I could do without another night like tonight. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; mothers day and I still have to m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ake&lt;/span&gt; my Mom a card.  I hope some others are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unprepared&lt;/span&gt;. Well I must go due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;droo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;zey&lt;/span&gt; eye's and sudden ramblings but, Have a great Mothers Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Good Night Everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; just a pretty picture of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; who I'm nominating as mother of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SgZtMgw0lfI/AAAAAAAAADI/40Ge2tcdqdA/s200/Camera+Pics+009.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334070870387496434" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-2075911778525250447?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/2075911778525250447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=2075911778525250447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/2075911778525250447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/2075911778525250447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-late.html' title='So late.'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SgZtMgw0lfI/AAAAAAAAADI/40Ge2tcdqdA/s72-c/Camera+Pics+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-1085749527848127667</id><published>2009-05-08T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:07:02.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Coming......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OK so it's been a while but I've had alot going on. I had Graduation plans and Wedding Plans and just a crazy couple of months. So today is my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Friday of High school ever! Next week I'm here Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and then I'm exempt from finals WOOOHOOO! If I think about it to much I would cry, but, It is one of the most exciting things that has ever happened in my life. That is besides me being engaged, That's right I said ENGAGED. It happened on the 3rd of April and it was perfect. I had always told Jeff if at first it wasn't right it was try, try again. But I never thought in back of my work by a dumpster would be the perfect place. Thanks again to T.O and M.B for letting me leave work early!!!!!!! So anyways here's count down- - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13 Days Until Graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;358 Days Until My Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Congrats and I'll Miss You Class Of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-1085749527848127667?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/1085749527848127667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=1085749527848127667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/1085749527848127667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/1085749527848127667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-time-coming.html' title='Long Time Coming......'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-4307978850046270758</id><published>2009-02-20T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:08:14.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts, Feelings and other Mental Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ahh life. What to say about it. Can we put a title on it? Can we make genneral statements? Can one person really even say what to expect? Would you be able to tell someone new coming into the world what to do and what to say.....how to live the perfect life? The thing is, is life is full of opinions. Like what I am saying now is my opinion, I am one person in this wide world, but opinions change live's and if I could even make one person think about there life change some things and carry this conversation with sombody else, that's good enough for me. So here I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am one person and here is my opinion, my opinion on life. Talk to your Parents tell them what you need to say, they weren't so different than you once. Don't take Grandparents for granted their there for extra love and attention take advantage of that before there not there anymore. As far as Brothers and Sisters go, well........ Forgive &amp;amp; Forget. Forget stupid fights over things like who's shirt it was, who was sitting there first, who had control of the remote or who's turn it is to do dishes. God gave them to us to love and to be there for comfort. Don't be a fool in love. Don't assume that the one you love loves you back and that they will always be there. When you get someone good hold on to them. Treat people with respect. Be kind to everyone, just because the girl next to you wears the same jeans 4 times a week and the boy across the hall has no friends doesn't make them bad. Don't Be afraid to show your feelings, Cry and Laugh and Smile when you feel the need. Speak out, And most of all Don't lose sight, in your plans, your goals, your faith or who You are. People Can never take who you are away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So....... Thats How I feel One Person In This World, One Person Who Felt The Need To Share Her Opinions And Speak Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-4307978850046270758?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/4307978850046270758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=4307978850046270758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/4307978850046270758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/4307978850046270758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts-feelings-and-other-mental.html' title='Thoughts, Feelings and other Mental Notes'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-4663437427773150770</id><published>2009-02-02T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:38:18.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise............Party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It was Friday. Friday the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; of January. What was this day you ask. Well I will tell you it was my first surprise birthday party! Yes in the 18 years, 5 months and 2 days i have been alive it is my first surprise birthday party. Those of you that know me may know that my birthday is in September, yes I said September, the 25 to be exact. And those of you who don't know me very well now know {just FYI for this year.} Well anyways I may have lost some of you so, Yes my birthday is in September. Yes I just had my Birthday Party {In January.} And yes I know it was 4 months and 5 days late. I would like to say and think that it was so I would be more surprised, but the sad truth is it wasn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You see my Grandfather died around the time of my birthday this past year which caused complications with my birthday. I wasn't angry or mad or even upset I just felt well alone. My mom and dad were gone all the time dealing with stuff at my grandparents house, my sister worked and my brother well hes never around {hes going through that stupid for one girl stage} And as for my other brothers and sisters they have there own families now. I spent my birthday with my boyfriend but there's something about your family being around that makes a difference. Now don't get me wrong, I got birthday hugs, kisses, cards, presents and cake but no one was around to see my open the cards and presents or blow out the candles. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;repetitively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; told my mom and dad not to worry about it I understood but I know they still felt bad, I'm their baby and I turned 18 that was a big deal. So to my surprise Friday night I walked through the house door to a SURPRISE! And loads of family members.  Tears welded up in my eyes and the biggest smile in my life spread across my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was a birthday to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even now as I think about it I still think it was the best Birthday Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So keep in mind even though you may think no one remembers or cares your family loves you and will never forget you no matter what happens, and don't jump on things right away give it time it will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-4663437427773150770?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/4663437427773150770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=4663437427773150770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/4663437427773150770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/4663437427773150770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/02/supriseparty.html' title='Suprise............Party.'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-7706222814319166310</id><published>2009-01-09T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:43:38.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A loss of Wisdom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! I am nervous. In exactly 6 days I am getting my Wisdom teeth pulled. I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of different stories on what to and what no to expect but honestly no matter what I hear I am still just as nervous as before I heard it. My Dad told me that it was going to be Approximately $450 per tooth......That's quite a bit! Anyways he also told me that I had the option to get a shot or opt for the gas which was a bit more expensive, And he would rather me get the shot......I opted for the GAS. Even though I will be knocked out hit up with pain pills and asleep most of the time after. I'm still Nervous about the pain and possible outcomes. There are loads of things that could happen to you during this process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dry Socket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lock Jaw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And So much more that I can't pronounce. Anyways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; Nervous And I'm not sure if I will be in pain. But I Pray, PRAY&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-7706222814319166310?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/7706222814319166310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=7706222814319166310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/7706222814319166310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/7706222814319166310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2009/01/loss-of-wisdom.html' title='A loss of Wisdom.'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-5120332945262854695</id><published>2008-12-31T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:06:42.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As my friend mentioned in her blog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapaddicts&lt;/span&gt; ramblings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I too normally stay home for New Years Eve. But not this year........Me and my boyfriend of 3 years are heading out to one of our friends houses for what I can imagine as a "crazy drunken hug filled night." But of course I will not be doing such things because I am only a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meer&lt;/span&gt; 18 and would get in big trouble! Well maybe one drink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;. I mean it is New Years! But as I was saying whenever our friends get drunk there is tons of hugging involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They actually go through something I like to call the 3 stages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stage 1- Hate the world and all it entitles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stage 2- Love everyone and everything in the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stage 3- Sick Stage (You know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be honest I would rather not even go out there. There is something about being with my family when the ball drops that makes tear up. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; to old fashioned but I would rather be home with my family then being out with drunken retards. But I love my boyfriend and he really wants to go out there and we always do what I want so I feel like I owe this to him. Plus maybe Its time I start going to more parties it could be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Age &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; ready to try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh by the way I am about 5 months away from Graduating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-5120332945262854695?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/5120332945262854695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=5120332945262854695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5120332945262854695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5120332945262854695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-5575629913082289994</id><published>2008-12-17T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:43:04.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ahh Beautiful Christmas time. I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I finished up my christmas shopping yesterday and boy oh boy was it crazy, I waited in tons of lines, bought tons of gifts and of course spent a ton of money. But i'm not complaining I love Christmas and anyone who talks to me can tell you it's true. I love buying people gifts it makes me feel good that I can do something for the people I love. I somtimes get mad because my parents always act for practical stuff such as socks and dress shirts, sense when do people ask for what they need for christmas I always thouhgt it was what you wanted, not what you needed! But according to my mom when you get older thats what you do, but I can tell you right now I can never see myself doing that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......Anyways.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a very hard desicion to make yesterday. How much to spend on my brothers and sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280814266659418946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SUk4mLkMs0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8Q5mhJ_Q0zw/s200/money.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What makes this desicion so hard is that fact that you cant spend a ton of money on one and then a misley amount on the other thats just rude! SO after thinking long and hard I decided to spend $40 each. Lucky Ducks! I should dearly be loved after this christmas.....DEARLY! Well I better get to work so I can remake all that cash I spent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a wondwerful day, and if I don't write again before Christmas I hope you have a Merry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-5575629913082289994?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/5575629913082289994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=5575629913082289994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5575629913082289994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5575629913082289994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SUk4mLkMs0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8Q5mhJ_Q0zw/s72-c/money.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-9189014748569181743</id><published>2008-12-02T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:37:42.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to see a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; play! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And We get front row seats. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; excited I here its amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275309698774234834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/STWqOKOcdtI/AAAAAAAAABs/EfdPfSAPMO4/s200/wicked0606%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We Have a little over 200 people in my Senior Class and we all get to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;One of my fellow Seniors parents were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; the ones that paid for it. Our agenda includes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking Chartered Buses to Chicago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eating Lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wicked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Walking around Chicago for a little while&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Than getting back on the buses to head home where we will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; good boxed dinners so we won't get hungry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am not only happy but I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;. That was very nice of his parents not only for setting it up but for stopping to think that everyone should be able to go if they had money or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is going to be a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. Not only because we don't have to pay for anything, but because it is going to be one thing that I will always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; about my Senior Year getting to do a couple more amazing things with my Senior Class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So with no Names being said Thank-You. You are going to give me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; I may have never gotten a chance to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Ps: We Get Front Row Seats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-9189014748569181743?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/9189014748569181743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=9189014748569181743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/9189014748569181743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/9189014748569181743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2008/12/broadway.html' title='Broadway!'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/STWqOKOcdtI/AAAAAAAAABs/EfdPfSAPMO4/s72-c/wicked0606%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-7874051545860837433</id><published>2008-11-25T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:45:45.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good smells, Lots of family, Love, Giving thanks, Snow, Tons of games, Great food, Turkey day run, Macy's Thanksgiving day Parade. All of theses things remind me of Thanksgiving, And our Family Traditions it never fails every Thanksgiving the same routine, I wake up in the morning my dad is up watching the news drinking his coffee &amp;amp; eating a fresh slice of my moms famous pumpkin roll when he looks up and says "Happy Thanksgiving Jo." My mom is busy in the kitchen getting the turkey started she comes in sees me awake and says "Good morning sweetie Happy Thanksgiving" and kisses me on the cheek. I walk over to the couch where my brother and sister are sitting and they lift up the blanket for me to cuddle in, now even though my sister is 20, my brother is 19, and I am 18 we still do this.....But its nice that we can. After sitting on the couch for a while my dad finally yells "Turkey Day Runners!!" We jump off the couch and my mom comes running in to see the first ones of this new Thanksgiving morning. Now if you don't know what a Turkey Day Runner is just Imagine people running Sleet or Snow in red costumes to celebrate the coming of Christmas, And to win a Turkey of course. After a few hoots and hollers out the door to cheer them on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Starts we all nestle back down into our seats to watch something that seems to be a big part of this American Holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's not even half the day but it is one of my favorite parts. Possibly the favorite part of my day. You may be wondering how its my favorite part of Thanksgiving if we do it every year. And my answer to that is Because I love it! I love being with my family and I love the mood this holiday brings around. Thanksgiving / Christmas will always be my favorite times of the year Snow or no Snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM A WINTER GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-7874051545860837433?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/7874051545860837433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=7874051545860837433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/7874051545860837433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/7874051545860837433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-215579745737734371</id><published>2008-11-18T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:34:19.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;I QUIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so very proud of myself I quit My job at AWS as File Clerk And I feel like the world has been lifted off of my shoulders. I really just couldn't take it anymore. $7.50 just doesn't cut it for stacks an stacks of paper and driving a gazillion miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270080277642776930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SSMWFyawkWI/AAAAAAAAABk/Dgata1zPns4/s200/stack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK so maybe not exactly a gazillion but a lot. Anyways, nobody ever told me it would be so hard to quit a job you hate...... But it is! I must have walked past my boss's office 10 times before going in and saying what I had to say. After a few foolish tears. And some questions ( on her part) I was told this would be considered my 2 weeks and she would search for somebody new. YAY!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Final Day Of work at the paper Factory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11-26-2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-215579745737734371?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/215579745737734371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=215579745737734371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/215579745737734371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/215579745737734371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2008/11/closing-time.html' title='Closing Time'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SSMWFyawkWI/AAAAAAAAABk/Dgata1zPns4/s72-c/stack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-5500569214241215643</id><published>2008-11-05T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:31:12.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To Where Ever You Are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hi! This is really just an update from my last blog. I really just wanted to show you some of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Senior Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So Here they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265332195386020514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SRI3vBppUqI/AAAAAAAAABM/buIA9xgWAvc/s320/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265332553545524802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SRI4D35hpkI/AAAAAAAAABU/r9uCxfrLG2w/s320/IMG_0563.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more but just thouhgt the two would work for now If you want to see more go to Jenny's Site!(posted in my last blog)&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Did An Awesome Job And I couldn't be happier!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-5500569214241215643?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/5500569214241215643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=5500569214241215643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5500569214241215643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5500569214241215643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-to-where-ever-you-are.html' title='Welcome To Where Ever You Are.'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/SRI3vBppUqI/AAAAAAAAABM/buIA9xgWAvc/s72-c/IMG_0354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-1105320173424688309</id><published>2008-10-29T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:27:42.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what happens things have been getting better and better. I can't help it. I'm just in one of those moods where nothing gets me down. It all started when I got My Braces Off (Before, During and After Pictures coming soon) I was really nervous that I would need to get my teeth whitened or that my teeth  weren't going to turn out as nice as I thought. I walked over to that mirror with little confidence and walked away like a new person my gorgeous teeth had made all the difference.....I didn't look so little anymore,  having braces makes you feel little because it seems like a little kid thing to have. No feeling like that for me anymore my new straight pearly whites with my big brown eyes and new hair cut make me look my age (18). I must admit the freckles could go but they make me, well me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"But Onwards With Our Convo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am getting My Senior Pictures, FINALLY, and I am so excited! EEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorta nervous that my picture's will end up looking like I tried to hard but I pray they don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do have utmost faith in my photographer (Jenny) though. She Takes Amazing pictures. I don't know if she has done any senior ones. But hey sometimes it's cool to be the first. If you would like to check out what she can do go to her blog ennyj.blogspot.com. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well gotta run but I will definetly post again soon and hopefuly have those pictures for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-1105320173424688309?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/1105320173424688309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=1105320173424688309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/1105320173424688309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/1105320173424688309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-happy-days.html' title='Oh Happy Days'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-6481862519593216542</id><published>2008-10-21T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:03:59.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Confedential</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       I am in school right now bored out of my mind! I am actually in Digital Production which is fun only if you have something to do. My teacher is a gazillion years old and is just waiting for someone to hand him a bucket to kick. The Computers are pretty nice I have one of those new apple computers with a screen bigger than the black board it's pretty sweet. I can't wait to get out of here honestly. But the only thing about that, is when I leave here I have to go to work. Not fabulous Pages In Time (which by the way is the all American dream job) But my other job, where I am honestly not sure of my job title....What Is It???? I file &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; that's like all I ever do. Man! What is that called it is on the tip of my tongue..... File manager? No! Secretary of Files? No! I got it File Clerk. Of course they try to make it 2 words to make me feel better but everyone knows what a clerk is....Ya you know! Anyways I hope my high school degree helps me get a better job than a file clerk. I graduate On May, 21 of 2009, So I guess we will See soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably guessed from  my previous statement I am  Officially a Senior.......Yup that's me. Do you know What Senoritas is???? I think I've had it sense 6Th grade......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HEHEHE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I think my teacher is glaring at me which probably means I should get off and act like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; working. Wait maybe he's sleeping?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Well Till Next Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-6481862519593216542?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/6481862519593216542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=6481862519593216542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/6481862519593216542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/6481862519593216542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-confedential.html' title='High School Confedential'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506894683502388860.post-5419896906328389538</id><published>2008-09-30T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:17:07.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears From Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;  Have you ever cried so much that you thought it was impossible that anymore tears could possibly come out? I have. I had known that my grandfather was in bad shape for a while but when I got that call ,that shocking call it seemed like I was hearing it for the first time. They said it was fatal and they didn't know how long he was going to last. Days, Weeks, Months no one knew. I can only imagine how stupid I looked as I almost fell to the ground in front of all the customers. Tobi catching me telling me to sit and asking what was wrong. I couldn't get 2 syllables out of my mouth without a new batch of tears streaming down my cheek. Needless to say being enable to work I left to head up to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;When I got there everyone was there. They told me I couldn't cry in front of my grandfather because no one had told him yet. But I was allowed to go in there for a brief moment to tell him I loved him and give him a kiss, the kiss which could have been my last to ever give him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I entered the room my senses filled of death and depression. Seeing such a strong man in such a weak position was the hardest thing I ever had to see.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506894683502388860-5419896906328389538?l=jo-birds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/feeds/5419896906328389538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506894683502388860&amp;postID=5419896906328389538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5419896906328389538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506894683502388860/posts/default/5419896906328389538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-birds.blogspot.com/2008/09/tears-from-heaven.html' title='Tears From Heaven'/><author><name>Conscience Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05019926435749786044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUGZCZeYRZM/Sq7h1ORHVbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2sfMIzWkU-4/S220/joanna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
