<?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-7903996299326865100</id><updated>2012-01-11T18:41:39.754-08:00</updated><category term='At the Club'/><title type='text'>BoredInFlorida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903996299326865100.post-8533249767580460152</id><published>2009-07-28T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:46:13.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How eHarmony Pissed Me Off!</title><content type='html'>After updating my blog I realized i didn't mention how eHarmony pissed me off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home after my summer vacation I was looking at my accounts online and noticed I had a withdraw from eHarmony.  I then checked my email and read an email eHarmony had sent stating that my account would automaticly be charged $100 to renew my membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then researched on thier website how to get my money back and how to cancel my membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online I read that I had to &lt;strong&gt;MAIL&lt;/strong&gt; a letter stating "&lt;strong&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;w/in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3 days of the withdraw &lt;/strong&gt;to cancel my membership and to get my refund.  So I did that.  I mailed a letter, post marked w/in 3 days stating exactly what the instructions said to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I recieved an email a few days later stating they got my letter and to call an 800 number.  So i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl on the 800 number then told me I'd recieve &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; email and to follow it's instructions to see if i &lt;strong&gt;QUALIFIED&lt;/strong&gt; to get my refund ... by now I'm PISSED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st I have to physically MAIL a letter w/in 3 days of the automatic w/draw.  Then I get an email stating I have to call a number and NOW another blasted email to see if I &lt;strong&gt;qualify &lt;/strong&gt;for a refund?  Oh, I was &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note ... what if I hadn't checked my account until a few days later; after the 3 days of w/draw ... legally are they able to keep peoples money?  Really? Cause that's some &lt;strong&gt;B.S.!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the email I got from them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt; Dear Jennifer,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Thank you for contacting eHarmony.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; We are happy to assist you with your concern. In order to help us review research this matter as quickly as possible, please respond directly to this email with the following information:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 1) Please provide the email address used to create your account. If you do not have an account with eHarmony, please provide the email address and phone number at which we can contact you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 2) Please provide as much information related to your concern as possible. If your concern involves a match, please provide the match name and location you are referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 3) Please include any relevant emails, screen shots or links that pertain to your inquiry as an attachment to your email.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Your case will be assigned to a Specialist that can review your concerns and take appropriate action. They will respond to your email, once received, within 1-2 business days. We appreciate your patience and cooperation and look forward to your reply.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; eHarmony"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thier "nice" email just pissed me off MORE; So, this is how my email to eHarmony went: (fonts inculded word for word ... some words were in 18 font but I cant change the size of my words on here, only the &lt;strong&gt;boldness&lt;/strong&gt;, but you'll get the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;a href="mailto:jenniferchancey@hotmail.com"&gt;jenniferchancey@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I haven't met anyone, I don't want to be a member &amp;amp; i want my money back.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Relevant ... here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eharmony.com/about/terms#12" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.eharmony.com/about/terms#12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"12. &lt;a name="12" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancellations. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eharmony.com/about/terms#12" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-Day Cancellation. Regarding the Singles Service, you, the buyer, may cancel the Agreement, without any penalty or obligation, at any time prior to midnight of the third business day following the date of this Agreement, excluding Sundays and holidays. To cancel this Agreement, mail or deliver a signed and dated notice, or send a telegram which states that you, the buyer, are canceling this Agreement, or words of similar effect. This notice under this Section shall be sent to eHarmony, Inc., Attn: Cancellations, P.O. Box 60157, Pasadena, California 91116. In addition, you may e-mail Customer Care by clicking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="https://help-singles.eharmony.com/cgi-bin/eharmony_singles.cfg/php/enduser/ask.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. For Singles Services, the day that you submit a completed subscription form will be the date of this Agreement. Any refunds under this 3-day cancellation policy will be made within 10 days after eHarmony’s receipt of your cancellation notice.&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did exactly that and I want my refund.  I mailed the letter on the 3rd ... that's w/in 3 days "&lt;strong&gt;you,(I) the buyer, may cancel the Agreement, without any penalty or obligation, at any time prior to midnight of the third business day following the date of this Agreement, excluding Sundays and holidays&lt;/strong&gt;."  I want my money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you wanted me to call to cancel why wasn't that phone number on your website under cancelations instead of writting a letter?   This seems like some kind of way to keep peoples money to me "send a letter" then you send some crap email "call this number to cancel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ("Dear Jennifer,Thank you for your recent letter to eHarmony.We are sorry to hear you are wishing to leave the eHarmony community so soon. We can only process your refund request over the phone but can certainly assist you with any other inquiries you may have. For your convenience, you can reach us 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, at 800-263-6133. We look forward to your call. Sincerely,Jennifer S.Customer Care eHarmony")  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't think that you are sincere ... I've done what I was told to do.  1.) I wrote a letter 2.) I've called the number and now 3.) I'm writting this stupid email ... what else do I have to do to get my "&lt;strong&gt;without any penalty or obligation&lt;/strong&gt;, " because I've done everything I've been told to do.  Please fund my money "&lt;strong&gt;without any penalty or obligation&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sincerely Disappointed in your "Customer Care ",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer C.(eHarmony "customer" who hasn't met anyone &amp;amp; wants her refund)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:jenniferchancey@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jenniferchancey@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;352-552-4757 (Call anytime; 7 days a week 24 hours a day - you don't need to write a letter; just call.)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my refund  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-8533249767580460152?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/8533249767580460152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=8533249767580460152' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/8533249767580460152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/8533249767580460152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-eharmony-pissed-me-off.html' title='How eHarmony Pissed Me Off!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903996299326865100.post-5508166703316598697</id><published>2009-07-28T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:34:55.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>After thinking about it last night &amp;amp; talking w/ a great friend I have seen how I was trying to push a relationship on cute boy from work. I was the aggressor. I feel better about it now that I have thought it through. Maybe we will be able to be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-5508166703316598697?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/5508166703316598697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=5508166703316598697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/5508166703316598697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/5508166703316598697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-1940580744695476325</id><published>2009-07-28T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:34:09.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So Now I Know</title><content type='html'>(July 23rd, 09)So i implimented my "moving on tonight" and I was right … he’s just not into me. I’m a little sad I can’t deny. I feel …….. disappointed. Disappointed it didn’t work. Disappointed in myself for making the whole situation. Disappointed I even let this happen. I know better. I should have wrote the book on "he’s just not that into you". I know better. So tonight I didn’t inishiate conversation. He never said hello. Not once did he speak to me. On Thursdays our group from work goes over to the bar across the street … he didn’t even say hello then. I’m upset that he says hello to one of the other bartenders (jealous is the right word). It’s not that I’m jealous of her … she’s almost 60 and happily married; but I’m jealous that he makes a point everyday to hug her and say hello. That when he came over tonight he walked right past me w/out saying hello. He sat right next to her and started up conversation. I’m jealous that she and i walked to our cars and he followed a few seconds later and went STRAIT TO HER CAR and gave her a hug and kiss good night and I can’t even get a hello? So, i’m upset. But it’s not his fault. It’s my own. I made this situation. I pursued him! Completely was the aggressor and the reason things have lasted this long. I called my friend from Tampa to vent and he made a good point. He said "Well he isn’t even a friend" and I said "yeah, we used to hang out; I wouodn’t say we weren’t friends" and he told me "WE are friends. Friends talk. He’s not even a friend if he isn’t talking to you" and I agree.So, now I am upset and have to put on my game face of "I don’t care" when I do. I have accepted that it’s my fault … I laid it out on the line for him weeks ago of what it was I wanted and he didn’t respond to the texts and didn’t do anything of the things I said I wanted (for example: When we see each other I would like a simple "Hello" and kiss on the cheek" — yeah DIDN’T HAPPEN!!!).So, I’m an idiot. I created this situation and I’ve brought it upon myself so now I have to move on. Easier said then done but it will get easier as the days go by. I can’t help but feel jealous and let down though.On another topic of why I let this happen is that I’m lonely. I don’t really have friends to do things w/. I really don’t. I have the people I work w/ and we go to the bar after work but actuall friends … I don’t have any. I have the one girl I’m been friends w/ for a few years but she’s such a nut case it’s not much to work w/. I want friends to go do stuff w/. I want people to call me and say "Hey Jenn lets …." but I don’t have that. I am lonely. So maybe that’s why I pushed this "relationship" on him. I don’t have anyone. It makes me sad and yes I am shedding a few tears … not because of him though but because I just figured out my problem by writting it down just now. I am lonely and probably a bit depressed. :* (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-1940580744695476325?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/1940580744695476325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=1940580744695476325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/1940580744695476325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/1940580744695476325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-23rd-09so-i-implimented-my-moving.html' title='And So Now I Know'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-1290068722769383424</id><published>2009-07-28T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:32:15.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>I just read my catcing up and guess I have some to do again …My wonderful dog is just as wonderful as before. She was great on our vacation, never had an accident in anyones house. Loved being w/ the kids but didn’t like Renee’s dog around the kids. I still love her dearly and found some suppliments to help w/ all the shedding! At first w/ the suppliments she wasn’t scratching but now she’s itching again but at least she isn’t shedding like before.aliyah, my mom’s niece, is still w/ us. She has lived w/ us since Feb. She’s doing good. I’m trying to teach her how to be more independent this summer. I’m also trying to get her ready for the second grade by doing math workbooks and reading everyday. She also doesn’t know how to entertain herself besides watching t.v. so there is no t.v. for at least 2 hours. She does her workbooks, reads and then has creative time doing something w/out t.v. or talking (color, play barbies … just play for heavens sake! Entertain yourself!!!)Like my last blog stated I started "dating" a guy from work but we never went on a date … so I guess we weren’t really dating; I made the relationship in my head and have told him what I want and didn’t get what it was I’m looking for so I’m moving on.The guy I dated last year that I had no chemisty w/ still calls but it’s not the situation I’m looking for either. I’m a monogamous partner and I want the same thing in return … He’s already stated that he isn’t going to be monogamous until he knows there is a relationship potential … well, we’ve known each other a year and hold back on nothing so obviously we aren’t going to get there if he doesn’t know by now. Plus, I’m not that into him. So, moving on. One more thing about him though — I like being in his life just to piss off the girl who introduced us. She and I worked together and I thought she was a mature adult and was happy to call her my friend. She introduced me &amp;amp; Ocala boy and this got pissed that we started dating. She called and left a crude &amp;amp; hurtful message on his phone and that was the end out my friendship w/ her. I like posting something simple on his facebook just in hopes that she see’s it and it pisses her off. ….. I know it’s wrong but f* it.Work is going well. For a week or two the bar schedual was f*ed up because the guy who went to jail decided he wanted more shifts and that it wasn’t fare that I had the weekend shifts … eventually it worked its self out and he was put in his place. He was hired as a part time bartender and he is lucky to have a job (after spending a month in jail). I have my hours back and I’m happy. Now, the economy has def hit the area. I’m not making near what i used to … I’m making about half of what I used to. I’m looking forward to season and hope they throw money my way!I wrote about my truck so she is doing great. On fathers day I had a huge scare. It felt like the transmission was going out and my mechanic was slammed so I had to take her to dodge. Thankfully it wasn’t the transmission and it was just carbon build up. W/ soaking the throttle body she was driving somewhat normal again. Dodge wanted $250 to change the spark plugs and my mechanic charged me $60! I just took it yesterday to have the transmission serviced. It’s a lot cheaper to have your car serviced than to fix something that has broke! W/ the tune up, a fuel additive to burn off the rest of the carbon and service to my transmission she is running great! Thank goodness, I want another 5 years out of her.I’m looking into putting a trailer on the back of my mom’s property. I’m really going to buckle down and pay everything off; spending another year here at my mom’s. I have a few minor things to pay off to get my credit back up so I’m not fooling around. Especailly since I’m not making what I used to.I had a great vacation spending time w/ my family … I miss my sisters and thier families already. Hopefully I’ll see them soon.I think that’s about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-1290068722769383424?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/1290068722769383424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=1290068722769383424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/1290068722769383424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/1290068722769383424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up_28.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-8918908357629849339</id><published>2009-07-28T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:31:32.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(July 23rd, 09)&lt;br /&gt;So I found a cute boy … things aren’t going as I want. He doesn’t call, when i called yesterday he didn’t answer and I made a point to let him know I was off yesterday (so was he). I’m always off the same days (Wed &amp;amp;Sun) and he knows that. Never has he asked me to do something on our days off so why am I waisting my time? Ironicly the handy dandy book "He’s just not that into you" was sitting near by. I re-read the chapters that apply and once again I’m an idiot. So, I’ve deleted his number and I’m moving on … why is it so difficult to find a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules that apply from "he’s just not that into you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meeting someone you like is supposed to make you feel better, not worse" page 32&lt;br /&gt;"If he’s not calling you, it’s because you are not on his mind." page 34&lt;br /&gt;"You deserve a f*ing phone call" page 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m guiltly of the "Give me a call"; page 14 &amp;amp; "If you are the aggresor, if you have to purse if you have to do the asking out, nine times out of ten, he’s just not that into you"; page 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: Just the other night when I was leaving work I said "Call me when you get off" &amp;amp; he did. He let my phone ring 0.05 times and hung up - my phone rang just enough so I had a "missed phone call" so technicaly he called and when I called him back … you guessed it he didn’t answer! (Yes, I know I’m an idiot.)So, now I have to impliment "Don’t get tricked into asking him out. If he likes you, he’ll do the asking"; "If you can find him, he can find you. If he wants to find you, he will" (Which wouldn’t be hard since we WORK together) &amp;amp; "Men don’t forget how much they like you. So put down the phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there have been a few nights he gets completely waisted and I’m not into that either. Not only did he drink past his limit but there are many nights he doesn’t even remember … and drives while intoxicated so why am I waisting my time? Am I really that desperate? If there is one thing I’ve learned it’s that people don’t change so if this is how he enjoys spending his free time is it what I want? Do I want to worry about him drunk driving? Do I want to be the adult in the relationship and beg to drive? No, I don’t so now I just have to remember all these things and move on.So, I will not make any more effort. I will not call (hence deleting his number so I can’t!). I will not hint around that Im off and would like to do something w/ him. If he likes me he’ll put fourth the effort - but do I want him? No. I can do better. So, today I’m moving on. I should’ve done this weeks ago when I first felt this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-8918908357629849339?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/8918908357629849339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=8918908357629849339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/8918908357629849339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/8918908357629849339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-23rd-09-so-i-found-cute-boy-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-6347124259056731218</id><published>2009-07-28T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:28:09.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>(July 22nd, 09) I lost one of my customers at work this week. It hit home a bit. His name is Freddie and he and his wife, Becky, came in every night and had one beer. When I worked in Ocala they would come out there to see me … Freddie was a gentle soul for sure.About a year ago Freddie found out he had cancer in his lungs and liver. He went through chemo and thought he had won his battle. A month or so ago his back started hurting him … he then found out cancer had moved into his bone marrow and it was just a matter of time.Becky and thier son came in Tuesday night to let me know Freddie had passed away on Monday. I don’t know why it has effected me the way it has. All I can think is "Sorry Freddie" but why do I feel sorry? I wouldn’t want him to continue a life of pain and being sick. I don’t know why I feel sorry. Maybe because I know he was young (mid 60’s) and should have had a lot of life ahead of him. Freddie was just a happy man and I feel the world has lost a wonderful person. His death has effected me deeply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-6347124259056731218?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/6347124259056731218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=6347124259056731218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/6347124259056731218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/6347124259056731218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-7871633089507558542</id><published>2009-07-28T23:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:27:20.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>What’s been going on since last time I wrote:Recent: I recused an english bulldog named Lilly. She is awesome.Dating: The guy I dated last year that i had no chemisty w/ … still no chemisty. I’ve let him be the one to quit calling so maybe he realized it too and now we can just be friends. There are boys a work that like me but they aren’t the one so I don’t bother. I used to give everyone a chance … usually lasted about two weeks and I’d know but now I don’t even bother w/ that. I already know so why waist thier time. Eventually I’ll meet someone.Work: One of the bartenders went to jail so now I’m working six days a week. It’s a good thing because there are a lot of things that need to be paid for. My truck is acting funny so it needs to go to the shop. Also, I need new lugnuts and auto zone or advance auto don’t sell the ones I need so I’m going to pay dearly for all 20 of them at dodge. Also my phone has had it so I have to get a new phone. And I’m going on vacation next month so six days a week has worked out to my advantage.I think that’s about it …I’m looking forward to my vacation. I loving visiting my sisters and for this trip there will be a new baby boy! My mom and I are also going to her West Virginia Family Reunion so that should be hilarious … I’m looking forward to seeing family I haven’t seen in over 16 years (that makes me feel a bit old; 16 years …)Haven’t been working out … not modivated. But I have started drinking 8 glasses of water a day. The only down side to that is having to pee every hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-7871633089507558542?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/7871633089507558542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=7871633089507558542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/7871633089507558542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/7871633089507558542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-1422833768005545543</id><published>2009-07-28T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:26:30.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eHarmony</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I haven’t done anything w/ eHarmony. I’ve checked it a couple of times and have lots of hits but haven’t corresponded w/ anyone. It was probably a waist of money but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-1422833768005545543?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/1422833768005545543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=1422833768005545543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/1422833768005545543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/1422833768005545543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/eharmony_28.html' title='eHarmony'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-234257634083855074</id><published>2009-07-28T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:26:06.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating</title><content type='html'>So the guy I dated last year that "didn’t have it". We’ve been seeing each other once a week for about a month now. It’s going good. We talk and he doesn’t interupt me, he listens. We can talk about everything so it’s going good. He and I feel the same way about relationships. We are dating. He doesn’t want children and he doesn’t smoke but he doesn’t complain about me smoking so we’ll see. It’s nice having his company and spending time w/ him. I enjoy his outlook on things, he’s no b.s. and strait forward. He doesn’t hide his feelings and we agree on pretty much everything. So, we’ll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-234257634083855074?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/234257634083855074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=234257634083855074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/234257634083855074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/234257634083855074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/dating.html' title='Dating'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-5778365885166287663</id><published>2009-07-28T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:25:25.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/Sm_rS-Q-mFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cNYjp1y4f-c/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363764392405932114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/Sm_rS-Q-mFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cNYjp1y4f-c/s320/DSC01129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m so excited. I’m part of the english bulldog and wiener dog rescue and I have found the perfect english bulldog. The foster mom, Jill, came over to the house last night w/ Lilly (who will be called Fattycakes) and it went wonderful!! I’m not sure if you know or not but my mom and I are raising her 7 year old niece. Up until yesterday every time I’d mention an english bulldog all Aliyah would say is “They’re ugly!”. So yesterday I told her my friend was coming over w/ her english bulldog and to please not say Lilly was ugly because it would hurt Jill’s feelings. Needless to say once Aliyah saw Lilly a.k.a. Fattycakes she fell in love. She told Jill a couple of times “Can you leave her here”.Lilly a.k.a. Fattycakes was found wondering a dirt road. She was needed to gain weight and has one cherry eye. She also has recently had puppies. English Bulldogs usually cost around $1500 for a puppy because they have to have c-sections. Obviously Fattycakes didn’t have a c-section but she looks great. She is in no pain and she’ll see the vet on the 6th to give her a check up and to get her fixed.She is a beautiful dog. She’s not lazy but she’s also not hyper. She loves walks, car rides, snuggles and gives kisses (but not like you’d think …). She’s wonderful!It was a great visit and I get to pick her up on Wednesday afternoon. Wednesday can’t come fast enough!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-5778365885166287663?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/5778365885166287663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=5778365885166287663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/5778365885166287663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/5778365885166287663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/Sm_rS-Q-mFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cNYjp1y4f-c/s72-c/DSC01129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903996299326865100.post-8261351950166297513</id><published>2009-07-28T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:23:39.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Supposed To Do?</title><content type='html'>The guy I dated last year that loves to fish, has a horse and have a lot in common w/ wants to go out. I feel like I’d be wasting his and my time. I know when "its there" and when "its not" and it’s not there. The passion the communication but mainly the passion. When he called the other day he asked if I thought about him romantically and no I haven’t; I don’t feel that chemistry w/ him. We like different things. So what should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-8261351950166297513?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/8261351950166297513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=8261351950166297513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/8261351950166297513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/8261351950166297513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-am-i-supposed-to-do.html' title='What Am I Supposed To Do?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-7282165783208356277</id><published>2009-07-28T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:21:12.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eHarmony</title><content type='html'>I figure I’d give eHarmony a shot. After takihng w/ my friend a night ago and realizing what I want in a friend I figured I’d go onlie and see what’s out there. A little about me … I smoke, I drink and I don’t want children. The smoking and kid thing is usually the deal breaker that ends relationships. I love smoking and I’m not going to quit. The second reasom is because I don’t want kids. My sisters have kids and currently my mom is raiseing her 7 year old niece so that’s plenty of kids for me. Call me selfish but that’s just the way it is. So far I’ve had one hit, Douglas. He is 26, smokes, doesn’t want kids and drinks a few times a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-7282165783208356277?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/7282165783208356277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=7282165783208356277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/7282165783208356277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/7282165783208356277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/eharmony.html' title='eHarmony'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-5671707856046799765</id><published>2009-07-28T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:17:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasiting Time</title><content type='html'>All of yesterday I thought about the guy I dated last year. I know when there’s potential and I know he and I don’t have it. I have been down this road once before and it ended in divorce.I was talking to a friend last night about the guy I dated last year &amp;amp; the guy I really liked from Boston. The conclusion is I’m looking for a boyfriend. I never considered that’s what I wanted but the things I’m expecting fits the role of a "boyfriend".So I guess I have my answer. Why haven’t I heard from the past two guys I liked? Because I’m looking for a boyfriend and didn’t realize it. It sucks because I did like them; the one from Boston especially. The one from PA could’ve been an awesome friend but I guess I ran him off not realizing I want a boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-5671707856046799765?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/5671707856046799765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=5671707856046799765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/5671707856046799765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/5671707856046799765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/wasiting-time.html' title='Wasiting Time'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-782354415849270253</id><published>2009-07-28T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:09:33.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine That ...</title><content type='html'>After writing my last post a few minutes ago I received a phone call from a guy I dated last year. We had/have a lot in common but there were some things that turned me off. I know that I should have talked to him but it was things he can’t change.Communication is #1 for any relationship. It would drive me nuts when I’d try telling him a story and I’d be cut off in mid sentence. I remember trying to tell him about when my sisters puppy (that our dad didn’t know about) ate a whole the size of his head in the drywall. I didn’t even get past "My sister got this puppy and our dad …" and that was the end of the conversation. When this situations happens I give up. Obviously they aren’t interested in what I was saying so forget it. He’s not the only one who does this, I have a customer who does the same thing. I find it annoying! Another thing that he did that is SUPER annoying is ask a question and "read" into my answer. Why ask if you won’t let me tell you? Anyone who knows me knows I don’t "beat around the bush". I’m as strait forward as it gets.A little t.m.i. we weren’t compatible in bed. We don’t like same things … I don’t know it that can be fixed.So maybe he can shut his mouth and hear what I’m telling him. Maybe we can talk about it and be compatible in bed.Maybe karma is telling me to give it another try w/ the guy I have a lot in common w/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-782354415849270253?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/782354415849270253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=782354415849270253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/782354415849270253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/782354415849270253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/imagine-that.html' title='Imagine That ...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-6188438317597247424</id><published>2009-07-28T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:08:33.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Not Good Enough?</title><content type='html'>(Jan 09) Recently there have been two guys that have come into my life that I liked. Now neither of them call. I’m not heart broken and not upset but am I not good enough? Is it because I don’t have a degree (guy #1). Is it because I live w/ my mom? What is it? As bartender I’m told daily how good looking I am. Being behind a bar I know there is a certain appeal … it’s a bit empowering. Through experiences I have learned not to date customers. If they’re in a bar obviously they drink and most having a drinking problem … No thank you.I’m not searing for mister right, I’m not looking for a boy friend but it would be nice for the two I liked to return my call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-6188438317597247424?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/6188438317597247424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=6188438317597247424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/6188438317597247424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/6188438317597247424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-not-good-enough.html' title='Am I Not Good Enough?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-9033384185029667218</id><published>2009-07-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:07:45.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Vacation</title><content type='html'>(Dec of 2008) I took a quick trip to Philadelphia and New York last weekend. A friend and I saw two concerts; &lt;a href="http://www.oasisinet.com/" target="_self"&gt;Oasis&lt;/a&gt; in Phillie and &lt;a href="http://bipolaranonymous.blogsome.com/wp-admin/I%20took%20a%20quick%20trip%20to%20Philadelphia%20and%20New%20York%20last%20weekend.%20%20A%20friend%20and%20I%20saw%20two%20concerts;%20Oasis%20in%20Phillie%20and%20S.O.J.A.%20in%20New%20York.%20%20What%20I%20remember%20of%20Oasis%20was%20good%20and%20S.O.J.A%20was%20awesome.%20%20I%20hadn" target="_self"&gt;S.O.J.A.&lt;/a&gt; in New York. What I remember of Oasis was good and S.O.J.A was awesome. I hadn’t ever heard of S.O.J.A. and have never been a fan of reggae but will definitely see them again. It was my first time going to N.Y. City. I was only there for 24 hours so I saw Time Square &amp;amp; the Christmas Tree. Hopefully I’ll be able to go back for spring break next year.The weather was great but I was reminded that I don’t like cold weather. The weather was perfect in N.Y. but the last day in Phillie was bitter cold and windy. I was happy to come home to 65 and sunny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-9033384185029667218?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/9033384185029667218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=9033384185029667218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/9033384185029667218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/9033384185029667218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-vacation.html' title='Quick Vacation'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-6438821393408138642</id><published>2009-07-28T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:02:19.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG it's been forever since I updated this blog ...</title><content type='html'>Man it's been a YEAR!  Wow.  So let me catch you up.  A year ago last November I had to move back in w/ my mom.  I moved into my apartment and loved it.  I started a new job closer to my apartment in Ocala and went BROKE!  The economy has definitly taken it's toll on Ocala ... there aren't jobs so people don't have the money to come out.  OR the people have the money to come out and eat and drink and don't TIP!  I tried my hardest to make it work and to PAY MY BILLS ... my manager let me make my schedual for the last month and it was impossible.  I was offered my bar back in The Villages and I have been there ever since. &lt;br /&gt;I really missed my bar customers.  I missed my old job and I'm grateful and very happy to be back!  So, i'll update my blog and promise to keep it updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-6438821393408138642?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/6438821393408138642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=6438821393408138642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/6438821393408138642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/6438821393408138642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-its-been-forever-since-i-updated.html' title='OMG it&apos;s been forever since I updated this blog ...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-2659166055388478188</id><published>2007-11-22T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:23:49.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving It!</title><content type='html'>My new place is great.  I've lived in my place for a week now.  Things are coming along.  I've saved up for a dining room table &amp;amp; my brother in law has offered his HUGE t.v.!!  I just have to wait until he gets his new one.  He also keeps telling me how HEAVY it is so I'll need some muscles to move it.  That will save me quite a bit!   now on to living room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt;, I've found a set I like so it will come along soon.  I'm enjoying it for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-2659166055388478188?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/2659166055388478188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=2659166055388478188' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/2659166055388478188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/2659166055388478188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2007/11/loving-it.html' title='Loving It!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903996299326865100.post-7568894731886355991</id><published>2007-11-07T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:25.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more week!</title><content type='html'>Only one more week and I'll be in Big Ocala (or Slow-cala as it's also known; obviously these individuals haven't lived in Webster or Sumterville). I signed my lease today, I hope I like it there. It isn't that I'm concerned about my apartment complex or the area ... I just want to be happy. I want to have friends like I did in the military. I want people to hang out w/, have bar-b-q's, just have fun. I just want to be happy. I think I'll be in the middle of everything. I went out Saturday night and until then I hadn't realized how many people I already know. I think it will be good; if not I'll tough it out for a year (my least is for one year) &amp;amp; try somewhere else.  I don't know exactly what is going to make me happy but does anyone?  Getting on my own again after living w/ my parents for 2 years is a good start. I am excited! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made my first big purchase today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130284789205669794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RzJu1Zkxl6I/AAAAAAAAACc/BZkJ-spEoMo/s320/washer%26dryer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I couldn't afford them so I got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RzJvW5kxl7I/AAAAAAAAACk/3nqliO_3FQc/s1600-h/washer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130285364731287474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RzJvW5kxl7I/AAAAAAAAACk/3nqliO_3FQc/s320/washer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RzJvqpkxl8I/AAAAAAAAACs/pY_ax8hucLI/s1600-h/dryer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130285704033703874" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="446" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RzJvqpkxl8I/AAAAAAAAACs/pY_ax8hucLI/s320/dryer.bmp" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not nearly a fun but I guess laundry isn't supposed to fun for poor people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now after my first big purchase &amp;amp; my moms yard sale things are coming together.  I have plates, a vacuum &amp;amp; casserole dishes.  My next purchase will either be a t.v. or patio furniture; depending on which is the cheapest.  I'm not concerned w/ living room furniture ... I'll spend more time on my screened in patio smoking than I will setting in a living room w/ no t.v. : )  only problem is that no one has patio furniture.  I spent all day in Ocala today looking for a patio set.  I went to Walmart, Target, Kmart, Hobby Lobby (picked up a HUGE mirror for 1/2 off) &amp;amp; Sears.  Christmas decorations are taking the place of patio furniture ... I don't want a Christmas tree; I want something to set on outside!  I wish I had been looking for a set a month ago; I would have got it for cheap!  I guess I'll go online and see if Walmart has anything, if I have it shipped directly to the  store it's free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's all for me.  I hope you all are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7903996299326865100-7568894731886355991?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/7568894731886355991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=7568894731886355991' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/7568894731886355991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/7568894731886355991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-more-week.html' title='One more week!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RzJu1Zkxl6I/AAAAAAAAACc/BZkJ-spEoMo/s72-c/washer%26dryer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903996299326865100.post-5524628919570500780</id><published>2007-11-01T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:15:45.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>November 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is the exciting day! I'm moving out! Finally I'll be on my own again. It seems to be a nice complex; 2 pools, gym and in the middle of everything. The mall, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; are all just a few blocks away. Bye bye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reckneckville&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to decorate ... I have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;artistic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abilities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-5524628919570500780?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/5524628919570500780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=5524628919570500780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/5524628919570500780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/5524628919570500780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2007/11/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-6544221384803845388</id><published>2007-10-27T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:25.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Go Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RyODMU9-WxI/AAAAAAAAABs/o6yq0IIrC78/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126085048688073490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RyODMU9-WxI/AAAAAAAAABs/o6yq0IIrC78/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RyOCkk9-WvI/AAAAAAAAABc/e8TACjzI-ck/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126084365788273394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RyOCkk9-WvI/AAAAAAAAABc/e8TACjzI-ck/s320/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, October has been a busy month. I went to the much anticipated Girls Weekend 07, the &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=eqghw9u.ykd8bia&amp;amp;Uy=z1awoy&amp;amp;Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&amp;amp;Ux=0"&gt;Charlotte NASCR race&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=eqghw9u.958hima&amp;amp;Uy=-hvn73q&amp;amp;Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&amp;amp;Ux=0"&gt;fishing at the Suwanee River &lt;/a&gt;. I've also been in &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=eqghw9u.o8k11aa&amp;amp;Uy=g5840z&amp;amp;Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&amp;amp;Ux=0"&gt;Ocala, Tampa and Gainseville &lt;/a&gt;a few times. What a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going okay. I dropped my classes this semester. Being sick after the girls weekend put me behind. The only class I liked was Algebra. I was off for two days w/ my cold and didn't call my professor. I missed a test and went from a high B to a 57. Yeah, wasn't happy about that. Biology I haven't had a clue since day one &amp;amp; my two electives were stupid. My one elective "Success in College and Beyond" I played charades for 2 weeks ... &lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;?!?! ("Am I going to play charades for my final exam?") So needless to say I'm not upset about dropping that class. My other elective was "History of Music" and this a-hole would have an 80 question test every other week; 30 of the questions we never discussed &amp;amp; the other 50 were worded so tricky no one could pass. So school is done for this semester. I was upset about it but my doc and I both feel it's not worth getting upset about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doc a week or two ago. Things are going well. I'm not where I want to be so we are doing some routine adjustments, nothing drastic. I am feeling more like myself so I'm all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready to move. I am grateful to my father and mother for letting me live w/ them (and taking care of me during my desperate time of need) but I am ready to have my own place again. I will miss my Mom though, I have enjoied living w/ her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally (thanks to my service in the Air Force) been able to get caught up on all the bills I wasn't able to pay after my stint in Maryland and not working for 6 months. All of those are paid off and I am ready to move out! I don't have anything ... I have my bedroom furniture &amp;amp; a Playstation 2 so I guess I'll sit on my bed and stare at .... nothing, I don't have t.v. :) It's all good, piece by piece I'll build back what I once had (wall to wall furnished 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath, loaded kitchen, my LazyBoy sofa :( ...). It's just material things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving leads me to my next topic. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; my sisters. I&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; the kids but I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; cold weather. I don't know if I can bring myself to live in North Carolina. I need the sunshine for my mental health. My idea place to live would be ... Costa Rica, I haven't been there yet but once I go I won't be coming back. Since that isn't an option right now Florida is as good as it gets. I don't want to live in this small of a town ever again (like Albermarle or Matthews N.C.) so when I move it will be 5 minutes from a city. I lived in Tampa for a short while &amp;amp; loved it. I've thought about moving back down there but I don't know anyone. I still have some folks I keep in touch w/ from when I worked at Mac Dill but I didn't "hang out" w/ them when I worked w/ them; I'm sure their still home-bodies. If I move to N.C. obviously I'll have my sisters so that is a great advantage. For now I'm thinging Ocala (also known as Slow-cala). I have friends/acquaintances up there and it's where we go when we go out, its the same distance to work I'm dirivnig now, closer to Gainseville and there are things to DO! Ocala isn't a great town (I guess you could call it a city but it's not Virginia Beach, Honolulu or Tampa) but it's better than being stuck in redneckville! There's a decent mall, movie theaters, restaurants, bars ... better than where I'm at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plan for now is to stay out of school until I can mentallty handle it, move to Ocala, work through season and around March or so ... &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;, when it gets &lt;strong&gt;WARM&lt;/strong&gt; in N.C. I'll check out the Charlotte area. Maybe I can live in Florida through snow-bird season &amp;amp; N.C. during off season ... if only I were that rich :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RyN7yE9-WuI/AAAAAAAAABU/IPqMjTlcjow/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RyN7yE9-WuI/AAAAAAAAABU/IPqMjTlcjow/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RyN7yE9-WuI/AAAAAAAAABU/IPqMjTlcjow/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-6544221384803845388?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/6544221384803845388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=6544221384803845388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/6544221384803845388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/6544221384803845388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-go-go.html' title='Go Go Go'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RyODMU9-WxI/AAAAAAAAABs/o6yq0IIrC78/s72-c/DSC00247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903996299326865100.post-1416551398273021622</id><published>2007-09-25T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:53:38.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;School's going okay. I took more time off work (was working 6 days, now I'm working 5). My priorities are Health, School, Work, Saving &amp;amp; F.U.N. I've met some new friends and work is work. I've picked up a few more bar shifts so that's good during slow season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to a girls weekend the first weekend in October (a friend of mine, Tara, and I are meeting up w/ my sisters and thier friends) for Oktoberfest in Helen Georgia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following weekend my mother, grandmother and I are going to North Carolina for the NASCAR race. I'm also going to go see a friend at Fort Bragg while I'm in the area. So that's that as far as an update goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7903996299326865100-1416551398273021622?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/1416551398273021622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=1416551398273021622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/1416551398273021622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/1416551398273021622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2007/09/currently.html' title='Currently'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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-7903996299326865100.post-2592310100766967398</id><published>2007-09-25T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:43:03.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlJHNsDYhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_kDoyV4VM68/s1600-h/Blue+eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114199240138252818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlJHNsDYhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_kDoyV4VM68/s200/Blue+eyes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bit about me, I've done it all. W/ my life experiences I should be 40 and well into retirement but I'm 29, bartending and living w/ my mom. Having experienced the things I have makes life a bit easier. I now know what not to do, how to better deal w/ the situations that do and exactly what it is I want. As for the boyfriend situation, I want one but haven't found him yet.&lt;br /&gt;What do I do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in the Air Force for 5 years. I have the best memories and miss active duty a lot. I tried the civilian contracting for a year or so but it didn't work out. I've been bartending and serveing since 2006. I enjoy it most days but feel I should be doing something else. I don't want to end up 20 years from now feeling like I haven't lived up to my potential. My goal growing up was getting out of my small home town by joining the Marines (went Air Force instead), I never thought past that and now that I'm here I'm making it up as I go. I'd like to do something in the mental heath field for Veterans but the more I go to school the more of a retard I realize I am.  I hate school.  I'm not good at it and positively HATE it!  I think I'd be better off updating my Microsoft Certifications and going that route -- it's just hard for me to find a work enviroment I enjoy.   I hate setting behind a desk all day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do I want?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loaded question. I just want to be happy. I don't need money or material things to be happy; I found that out the hard way. I don't NEED a companion to be happy or complete but it would be nice to have someone who thinks I'm great. I don't (DO NOT) want children so that weeds out most men.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I enjoy doing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love visiting my sisters and thier families.  I am truely blessed by the hand of God for my family. I visit my sisters as much as possible which isn't often enough.  I love thier kids and enjoy spending time w/ them watching them grow into little people.  I do enjoy smoking &amp;amp; drinking but I DO NOT drink if I'm driving. (FYI: Drinking and diving is a CHOICE and your a selfish idiot if you do.)   I do enjoy my Red Bull ... I know it's not good for me but I'd rather down a 12 pack of Red Bull than a gallon of Margaritas ... I love it!  It's my crack.  I LOVE fishing and i don't mean bass fishing!  I mean REAL fishing on a REAL boat in the OCEAN or a nice speckle trout or red.  A perfect night would be having friends and family over drinking and playing cards ... that's what I enjoy and miss the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I think I've covered it all. I hope you enjoy my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-2592310100766967398?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/2592310100766967398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=2592310100766967398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/2592310100766967398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/2592310100766967398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2007/09/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlJHNsDYhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_kDoyV4VM68/s72-c/Blue+eyes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903996299326865100.post-1084611088881540030</id><published>2007-09-25T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:26.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the Club'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlHbNsDYcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V_onpPbMOCg/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114197384712380866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlHbNsDYcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V_onpPbMOCg/s400/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I think i have the hang of this.  So this is my blog.  The pictures are from last weekend (9/22/07) when Tara and I went to Ocala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlHb9sDYeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MqTD8Y_ZgTw/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114197397597282786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlHb9sDYeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MqTD8Y_ZgTw/s400/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlHcdsDYfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2rt9BX79VUk/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114197406187217394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlHcdsDYfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2rt9BX79VUk/s400/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlHctsDYgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vnyy-sFzuhs/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114197410482184706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlHctsDYgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vnyy-sFzuhs/s400/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlGU9sDYbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0KhohvSLcsQ/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7903996299326865100-1084611088881540030?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/1084611088881540030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=1084611088881540030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/1084611088881540030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/1084611088881540030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEpNtk6Kimw/RvlHbNsDYcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V_onpPbMOCg/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903996299326865100.post-6865359413686815261</id><published>2007-09-25T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:15:03.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>Let me figure all this out ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903996299326865100-6865359413686815261?l=jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/feeds/6865359413686815261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903996299326865100&amp;postID=6865359413686815261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/6865359413686815261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903996299326865100/posts/default/6865359413686815261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennboredinflorida.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><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></feed>
