<?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-8443644</id><updated>2011-10-29T16:50:49.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbed Jill</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-114066879397137606</id><published>2006-02-22T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:26:33.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little update</title><content type='html'>*I'm about a week away from being an aunt again.&lt;br /&gt;*My husband is facing unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;*My daughter is a genius. &lt;br /&gt;*I woke up this morning with the cat's claw literally in my ass cheek. &lt;br /&gt;*My husband is thinking of opening his own business, which in turn means so am I. &lt;br /&gt;*My sister in law is missing. &lt;br /&gt;*I'm finally getting a decent paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;*I have lost 5 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;*I'm starving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-114066879397137606?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/114066879397137606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=114066879397137606' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/114066879397137606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/114066879397137606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-update.html' title='Little update'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113875611201967060</id><published>2006-01-31T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:08:32.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you think that after working 13 hours, being utterly exhausted, wanting to go home and see my daughter - not wanting to go have drinks with everyone from work - makes me sound like an outsider? Ok, I have declined the invite about 5 times. ;0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113875611201967060?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113875611201967060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113875611201967060' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113875611201967060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113875611201967060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-you-think-that-after-working-13.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113866177453727051</id><published>2006-01-30T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:56:14.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby girl drama</title><content type='html'>My six year old told me the funniest thing just a minute ago. She so seriously said "Well, my crush is over, its gone forever!" I nearly burst out. I said why is that? "Matt doesnt want everyone to know that he has a crush on me and I told the whole school." I said, hmm well maybe you shouldnt have told everyone. "Well the only thing to do know is to act like I have a crush on Charlie so Matt will get jealous." I said, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. LMAO, too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113866177453727051?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113866177453727051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113866177453727051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113866177453727051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113866177453727051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2006/01/baby-girl-drama.html' title='Baby girl drama'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113857226071831732</id><published>2006-01-29T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T14:06:15.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goth?</title><content type='html'>My neice, who is 13, told me a few weeks ago that something was considered goth at her school. I said what do you think is goth? Her answer well you know people who wear black. Ok, so black is a bad thing I asked? Yeah, I guess so it means you are depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to argue with a child, but still wanting to prove my point that "black" does not mean you are depressed I persisted to try to get through her thick skull. I said do you think I'm depressed? "Well, I guess so. You do wear a lot of black." Now, I was getting a little defensive. I said so black seems to be one of my fav colors that doesnt mean I sulk in corners all day wondering how I'll die. She kept saying her friends at school would make fun of someone who wore black and had their hair colored black and would refuse to be friends with them. At this point I was pissed. I told her what she was doing was bullying. She laughed. How could that be bullying. She wasnt hitting them or hurting them. Oh but yes you are when you tease people just because of what clothes they wear. I ended the conversation by telling her she was as bad as a racist, and she needed to consider who her friends where. I told her she out to step back and think about what those people would say to her if she wore those clothes and colored her hair. Her brother, whom she considered goth, decided to take it one step further and dared her to take a walk in his shoes. She did, she wore black, black eye liner and colored her hair with temp coloring. She also found out that her friends didnt really like her anymore and she was upset. So, not only did she loose the so called friends of hers. She gained the respect of a few "goth" kids and found out that she had more in common with them. She now has a new best friend, who by the way is not depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In depression, nothing matters. In sadness, everything matters. &lt;br /&gt;Gloria Steinem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113857226071831732?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113857226071831732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113857226071831732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113857226071831732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113857226071831732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2006/01/goth.html' title='Goth?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113779984059100932</id><published>2006-01-20T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T15:30:40.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict</title><content type='html'>You know what the only thing worse than having a problem with someone at work is? A problem two other coworkers have with each other. You know the kind. When they both think they are boss and they insist on butting heads. Then it gets worse when they blow up and scream at each other in front of an office full of coworkers, and other people who are there visiting. Plus an audience of others on the opposite side of glass who are wondering what the hell is going on.  All I can do is roll my eyes and go about my work. Hoping that it will desist before punches are thrown. Or maybe secretely hoping that they will get thrown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113779984059100932?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113779984059100932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113779984059100932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113779984059100932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113779984059100932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2006/01/conflict.html' title='Conflict'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113745267918659346</id><published>2006-01-16T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:04:39.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started my new job today. Same place just different duties. More pay. My own cubicle...oh my. More responsibilities. I'm so pleased. I knew about it a few weeks ago, but just didnt say too much cause I'm the glass half empty kinda gal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113745267918659346?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113745267918659346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113745267918659346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113745267918659346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113745267918659346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-started-my-new-job-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113736770705629066</id><published>2006-01-15T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T15:28:27.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV id=RTEContent&gt;I've decided to email my blog since I cannot blog at work. My ass was getting chewed for not blogging. No more excuses guys. Sorry. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113736770705629066?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113736770705629066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113736770705629066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113736770705629066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113736770705629066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-decided-to-email-my-blog-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113687101548435021</id><published>2006-01-09T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:33:09.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sick!</title><content type='html'>And I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill! What did you do to me??? I was feeling fine before I went out to breakfast with you... Bet someone sneezed of the fuckin' plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuughhhh I'm dying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113687101548435021?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113687101548435021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113687101548435021' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113687101548435021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113687101548435021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-so-sick.html' title='I am so sick!'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912954749081110770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/238/571/320/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113535713617491204</id><published>2005-12-23T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T08:58:56.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You may have seen this..</title><content type='html'>but its worth another look.&lt;br /&gt;http://media.putfile.com/Wizards-of-Winter-Christmas-Lights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113535713617491204?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113535713617491204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113535713617491204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113535713617491204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113535713617491204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-may-have-seen-this.html' title='You may have seen this..'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113310701872828585</id><published>2005-11-27T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T07:56:58.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLITUDE AT LAST</title><content type='html'>My roommate has moved out. I'm enjoying my privacy and totally loving the fact that I can actually use my own computer when I want without having to be a bitch and kick him off it. My house smells better...now that the smelly feet have left it. I can actually walk around my house without a bra on.   My food I bought is still in the fridge. Ahhhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113310701872828585?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113310701872828585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113310701872828585' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113310701872828585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113310701872828585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/11/solitude-at-last.html' title='SOLITUDE AT LAST'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113050607693493412</id><published>2005-10-28T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T06:27:56.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinci Cops Suck</title><content type='html'>I went down to Cinci for a concert Monday. The whole drive was a little stressful. Do you know how hard it is for a control freak to sit idle in the passenger seat? It was pouring rain...traffic was hell and we saw 5 wrecks in a 5 min. span. We finally make it to Riverbend get ready to pull in and there's this sheriff directing traffic. One hand he has down pointing down...the other hand is holding an orange cone device waiving to the right. Ok.. that would appear that he is directing us to turn right, into the parking lot. My husband is driving and is slowly creeping up, because we dont need that turn we have a parking pass. As we are getting closer the cop starts freaking out. STOP, STOP, I SAID STOP...YOU JACKASS! Oh my god, you should have seen the look on my husbands face, the cop starts freaking out YOU ABOUT HIT ME. No, we did not, we were creeping up to talk to you to tell you we need the other turn. But since Cinci cops are all JACKASS'S we just didnt say anything. My poor husband really did restrain and not say anything. Which nearly killed him the rest of the night. He carried on about it for hours. Why does a gun and a badge give you the right to be an asshole and cuss at people for nothing. I'm writing a letter to the Cinci PD and letting them know that their sheriff's are dickheads. It will probably just end up in the trash, but I'll feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113050607693493412?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113050607693493412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113050607693493412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113050607693493412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113050607693493412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/10/cinci-cops-suck.html' title='Cinci Cops Suck'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-113008850748410148</id><published>2005-10-23T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:28:27.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/ButtPumpkin.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/ButtPumpkin.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween Ladies&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-113008850748410148?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/113008850748410148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=113008850748410148' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113008850748410148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/113008850748410148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112942829499947998</id><published>2005-10-15T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:04:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I'd share an email funny...I am still laughing</title><content type='html'>The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told&lt;br /&gt;my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy. Around&lt;br /&gt;3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him. (Even when totally smashed...3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNITE! The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him "Midnight". He didn't seem pissed off at all. Whew! Got away with that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."  When I asked him why? he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh shit.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112942829499947998?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112942829499947998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112942829499947998' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112942829499947998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112942829499947998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/10/thought-id-share-email-funnyi-am-still.html' title='Thought I&apos;d share an email funny...I am still laughing'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112888568375336526</id><published>2005-10-09T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T12:21:23.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation stories</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a week of absolute hell. See I went on vacation with the inlaws. I knew it was going to be horrible but I had no idea to what extent it was going to suck. Not only did we fight the entire time but we left early, and got accused of stealing a car that we were forced to take..on a vacation we were forced to take. My inlaws then treated me like a 10 year old and called my Daddy to tell him how bad I've been. Then told stories to other people about how mean we are and how we stole her vehicle and how if my child wasnt in the car she was going to call the GA cops on us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be home. Never thought I'd be so happy to see Ohio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112888568375336526?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112888568375336526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112888568375336526' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112888568375336526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112888568375336526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/10/vacation-stories.html' title='Vacation stories'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112760116861291032</id><published>2005-09-24T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:32:48.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick is no fun</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored I cant stand it. I've had a stomach bug thingy the last couple days so I havent done a damn thing. I'm feeling better so now I'm going stir crazy. There's nothing to do around here but clean, and I dont feel that good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112760116861291032?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112760116861291032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112760116861291032' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112760116861291032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112760116861291032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/09/being-sick-is-no-fun.html' title='Being sick is no fun'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112735558744945690</id><published>2005-09-21T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:19:47.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found a new friend</title><content type='html'>Ok. You all will probably think I'm nuts but I have a ghost. A woman ghost wearing a white gown with no legs. First I saw her flying down the hall real fast then crawling down the hall. No more thinking about it.. I have chills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112735558744945690?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112735558744945690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112735558744945690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112735558744945690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112735558744945690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-found-new-friend.html' title='I&apos;ve found a new friend'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112706525454765729</id><published>2005-09-18T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:40:54.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/disturbed12.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/disturbed12.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112706525454765729?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112706525454765729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112706525454765729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112706525454765729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112706525454765729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/09/disturbed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112706476830323831</id><published>2005-09-18T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:32:48.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOOO</title><content type='html'>I am just tickled pink. DISTURBED IS COMING TO BOGARTS WITH CORROSION OF CONFORMITY. Just thought I'd share that with ya'll. :D  :D  :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112706476830323831?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112706476830323831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112706476830323831' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112706476830323831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112706476830323831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/09/woohooo.html' title='WOOHOOO'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112701301162103601</id><published>2005-09-17T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T07:56:44.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I prefer single women</title><content type='html'>Not to sound prejudice here but I think I would rather have a friend who is single. Compared to married or committed women single women are definately easier to get along with and generally more fun. Especially since I am married. It's so hard to find a couple to hang out with because first of all 4 people have to be able to get along. (that's not an easy task in itself) Secondly they have to be somewhat compatible or at least willing to accept differences. In those rare occassions that you do find that...there's always one catch. A huge one. They cant get along themselves. I have yet to find a "couple" who can for just a few hours manage to get along with their significant other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its me who is bringing that out in other people. Why is it that people just cant get along at least while in public with others. How can you enjoy a dinner or a movie or what-have-you when your company is bickering back and forth about who took out the trash or who slept with so and so that one night long long ago. It's down right embarrassing to the other couple who is just wanting to go out and have a good time. I would certainly hope if I was one of those people someone would slap the shit out of me and bring me to my senses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112701301162103601?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112701301162103601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112701301162103601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112701301162103601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112701301162103601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-i-prefer-single-women.html' title='Why I prefer single women'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112681979114249114</id><published>2005-09-15T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:29:51.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances are you are smarter than me...</title><content type='html'>SO. I ask  you for your help. How do you go about finding what address to send a letter to someone who is serving in the army?  I am not even sure what Unit they are from. I do however have their social and all their personal information you can come up with. A co-worker of mine is searching for her nephew and since family ties have been cut there is no way to get the info from them. She tried calling the army but they suggested she contact her family. I think they were just too damn lazy to look it up. I mean if you can send care packages to strangers serving in the war certainly you can locate a family member. Hope you all can help since she is distraught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112681979114249114?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112681979114249114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112681979114249114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112681979114249114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112681979114249114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/09/chances-are-you-are-smarter-than-me.html' title='Chances are you are smarter than me...'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112657454043022327</id><published>2005-09-12T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:22:20.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/batcat2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/batcat2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112657454043022327?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112657454043022327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112657454043022327' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112657454043022327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112657454043022327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112641574192647997</id><published>2005-09-10T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:15:41.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save your cashola</title><content type='html'>I went and saw the stupidist damn movie made in quite some time. Brother's Grimm. That movie was so bad I nearly had to prop my eyelids open with toothpicks just to finish it. If it wasnt for the huge bucket of popcorn and giagantic coke I would have been bored out of my mind and had to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that movie makers (love my technical terms) cant come up with a good horror plot. Now they are so desperate they are using cheesey fairy tales that arent even scary and trying to make them scary. If it wasnt supposed to be scary at least it could have been good or funny. You'd think after you spent all your hard earned cash ($40 to be exact) and you left the theater pissed off you could at least be able to get half your cash back. This is why I hate going to the theater. That and I cant smoke while I'm there. That's a whole nother story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112641574192647997?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112641574192647997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112641574192647997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112641574192647997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112641574192647997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/09/save-your-cashola.html' title='Save your cashola'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112631893387369877</id><published>2005-09-09T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T19:22:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny how people change</title><content type='html'>Today a guy I went to high school with appeared at work. While waiting on him at the window I asked what brings you here. He says "allegedly I stole a car". Hmm I think. He asks "how long have you worked here?" I say "Allegedly 7 months, but prove it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about how I have changed in the last 10 years. Cant really come up with any whoppers. Suppose that's better than stealing a car though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112631893387369877?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112631893387369877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112631893387369877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112631893387369877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112631893387369877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/09/funny-how-people-change.html' title='Funny how people change'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112562402599176051</id><published>2005-09-01T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:20:25.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of Rock N Roll</title><content type='html'>I took my daughter to her first concert the other day. At 5 years old she got her first taste for rock n roll. Took her to see Motley Crue. We had tix and my babysitter did a no show so at the last minute we took her with us. Which wasnt too bad. I'd have liked for her not too see so many damn boobs but you take the bad with the good. Besides she kept saying, "Mom, they are just boobs, you have them, I have them".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112562402599176051?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112562402599176051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112562402599176051' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112562402599176051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112562402599176051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/09/taste-of-rock-n-roll.html' title='Taste of Rock N Roll'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112535450129561502</id><published>2005-08-29T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:28:21.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough week at work</title><content type='html'>This week has been really shitty at work. We are dealing with a man who has sexually assaulted (might as well say raped) an 8 year old girl. Its been a lot of emotions exploding everywhere from the girls family members and from our staff. I think I would have been better off if I would have left the report lay and not read it. To top it off the man made a sworn statement admitting to these things and then turned around and bonded out of jail the following day. Justice? The more things come out about the girls mother I wonder if she had been subjected to other things, things maybe even worse. Its a shame that poor girl will have to live with that for the rest of her life. Its even worse that there's nothing you can do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112535450129561502?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112535450129561502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112535450129561502' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112535450129561502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112535450129561502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/08/tough-week-at-work.html' title='Tough week at work'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112520936761195298</id><published>2005-08-27T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:09:27.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO I"m back</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have cared to notice, I've been offline a while. Had one computer problem after another. Its a shame with two computers in the house I still couldnt manage to get oneline. For those of you with my phone number...you could have called. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112520936761195298?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112520936761195298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112520936761195298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112520936761195298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112520936761195298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/08/woohoo-im-back.html' title='WOOHOO I&quot;m back'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112390510070248183</id><published>2005-08-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:51:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY BROTHER AND SISTER IN LAW WHERE OVER TONIGHT. SOMEHOW THE TOPIC OF WILLS CAME UP. TALKING ABOUT WHO I SHOULD LEAVE MY DAUGHTER TO IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO US. THEY SUGGESTED THAT I LEAVE HER WITH THEM, WHICH IF YOU KNEW ME YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND THAT I AM A BIT OVERPROTECTIVE AND THAT I DONT EVEN LIKE TO LEAVE HER WITH A BABYSITTER. THEY KINDA STARTLED ME A BIT WHEN THEY SAID THAT WHEN THEY HAVE KIDS THAT I WILL BE THE FIRST PERSON THEY WOULD ASK. WOW. THATS A BIG STATEMENT AND A LOT OF TRUST TO BE PUTTING INTO SOMEONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT IMAGINE RAISING SOMEONE ELSE'S CHILD AND TRYING TO RAISE THEM IN THE SAME ASPECTS THAT THEY WOULD DO IF THEY WERE ALIVE. LIKE RAISING THEM IN A CHURCH THEY GO TO. TEACHING THEM VALUES THAT THEY HOLD HIGH, THAT PERHAPS I DONT REALLY THINK ARE NECESSARY. THAT GOT ME TO THINKING ABOUT WHAT I WOULD WANT MY CHILD TO GROW UP BELIEVING IN AND WHAT I NEED TO DO TO ENSURE THAT SHE IS TAKEN CARE OF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE ALSO TALKING ABOUT HOW DIFFERENT THINGS ARE NOW THAN WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER. HOW IT ISNT SAFE FOR A 5 YEAR OLD TO WALK A FEW BLOCKS TO CATCH THE BUS. WHEN I WAS 5 I WALKED 3 BLOCKS DOWN TO A BUS STOP BY MYSELF TO CATCH THE BUS. I WOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS SEND MY CHILD OUT LIKE THAT. MAYBE IM JUST A LITTLE TOO OVERPROTECTIVE BUT ITS BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS WANTNG HER TO BE SAFE.  MAYBE ITS GOTTEN WORSE IN THE LAST FEW MONTHS, PARTIALLY BECAUSE OF MY JOB AND I SEE SO MANY CRIMINALS AND READ THE REPORTS, AND PARTIALLY BECAUSE ITS A DIFFICULT TIME FOR ME SINCE I AM GETTING READY TO SEND MY BABY OFF TO SCHOOL IN A FEW WEEKS TO SCHOOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112390510070248183?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112390510070248183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112390510070248183' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112390510070248183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112390510070248183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-brother-and-sister-in-law-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112371077283989308</id><published>2005-08-10T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:52:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Link For Matty's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112371077283989308?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://drunkencardshark.blogspot.com/' title='New Link For Matty&apos;s Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112371077283989308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112371077283989308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112371077283989308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112371077283989308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-link-for-mattys-blog.html' title='New Link For Matty&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912954749081110770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/238/571/320/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112369146226490383</id><published>2005-08-10T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:31:02.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Jill -n- Nat!!!!</title><content type='html'>Have fun you two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112369146226490383?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112369146226490383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112369146226490383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112369146226490383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112369146226490383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-anniversary-jill-n-nat.html' title='Happy Anniversary Jill -n- Nat!!!!'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912954749081110770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/238/571/320/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112330041604862550</id><published>2005-08-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:53:36.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/ozzfest05%20031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/ozzfest05%20031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112330041604862550?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112330041604862550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112330041604862550' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112330041604862550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112330041604862550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/08/iron-maiden.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112330030677355848</id><published>2005-08-05T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:51:46.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/ozzfest05%20016.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/ozzfest05%20016.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudvayne&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112330030677355848?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112330030677355848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112330030677355848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112330030677355848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112330030677355848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/08/mudvayne.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112330022540163292</id><published>2005-08-05T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:50:25.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/ozzfest05%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/ozzfest05%20005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zak Wylde and Black Label Society&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112330022540163292?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112330022540163292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112330022540163292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112330022540163292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112330022540163292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/08/zak-wylde-and-black-label-society.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112285032459423469</id><published>2005-07-31T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T15:52:04.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Jenn calls me out.</title><content type='html'>I thought I better post something before I get added to Jenn's slacker list. It's not that I'm lazy I've just been too damn busy here lately. &lt;br /&gt;So, here's a little update on me. &lt;br /&gt;This week I went to a Static X concert that my hubby won on the radio. Good show. In a nice air conditioned place in KY. Can't beat that. I've worked like 1000 hours this week. Interviewed/tested for another job. Plus this weekend went to Wildwood Inn and played pirates with the family (daughter, brother in law and soon to be sister in law) went swimming and ate a lot. Today back home and preparing myself for another excursion for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues is Ozzfest so I am going up on Monday and won't be home till Wednesday. Planing on having a good time. ;) I'm hoping to get some good pics since the website says I can take a camera. I'll prob have a few good pics for everyone. If nothing else I'll exploit some people with topless shots since Columbus you are aloud to be topless and in 95 degree weather boob painting is popular at Ozzfest. (NO I AM NOT JOINING IN ON THIS....I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU NO 5 TIMES HUN)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112285032459423469?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112285032459423469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112285032459423469' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112285032459423469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112285032459423469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/07/before-jenn-calls-me-out.html' title='Before Jenn calls me out.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112269298638950668</id><published>2005-07-29T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T20:12:10.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D Want Another?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:225px" align="center"&gt;&lt;A style="z-index:1000;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;" href="http://www.singingfool.com"&gt;&lt;embed name="MediaPlayer" id="MediaPlayer" type="application/x-mplayer2" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowsmedia/download/" src="http://www.singingfool.com/videocode/?PublishedID=64155&amp;list=" width="225" height="197" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disturbed&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stupify&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112269298638950668?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112269298638950668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112269298638950668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112269298638950668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112269298638950668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/07/d-want-another.html' title=':D Want Another?'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912954749081110770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/238/571/320/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112256661613567773</id><published>2005-07-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T09:09:26.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And They Say You Can't Teach An Old Dog New Tricks!</title><content type='html'>Thanks Jenn!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:230px" align="center"&gt;&lt;A style="z-index:1000;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;" href="http://www.singingfool.com"&gt;&lt;embed name="MediaPlayer" id="MediaPlayer" type="application/x-mplayer2" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowsmedia/download/" src="http://www.singingfool.com/videocode/?PublishedID=939663&amp;list=" width="225" height="197" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disturbed&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Down With The Sickness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112256661613567773?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112256661613567773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112256661613567773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112256661613567773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112256661613567773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-they-say-you-cant-teach-old-dog.html' title='And They Say You Can&apos;t Teach An Old Dog New Tricks!'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912954749081110770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/238/571/320/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112165004015111319</id><published>2005-07-17T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:27:20.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS ABOUT TIME!!!!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who dont know (its about time you opened your ears/eyes) I am a huge Disturbed fan!!!! I'm just tickled pink about their new song, Guarded. So...I thought I'd share with you... check it out. You'll love it. If you dont love it, well its cause you have no taste!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.disturbed1.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112165004015111319?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112165004015111319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112165004015111319' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112165004015111319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112165004015111319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-about-time.html' title='ITS ABOUT TIME!!!!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112164620288021066</id><published>2005-07-17T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:23:22.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice try tugging on this ole heart</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was on my way home from eating out. I passed this couple standing on the side of the road holding a sign that said  "Laid off family of 4 will work for food." I immediately opened my purse and searched for a few ones. I mean how could I refuse kids? I had a couple bucks in my hand and as I got closer to them I realized I had seen them before. Yep, at work. They both had recently been incarcerated for heroine use and one with disrupting police activity at an emergency room. Back in the wallet with the money. I'm pretty freakin poor myself, so why would I want to give up my hard earned money for some stupid ass to go shoot up? Shew, they almost had me on that one. And to think they had for a split second tore at my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112164620288021066?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112164620288021066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112164620288021066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112164620288021066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112164620288021066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/07/nice-try-tugging-on-this-ole-heart.html' title='Nice try tugging on this ole heart'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112163094673367548</id><published>2005-07-17T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T13:09:06.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/july%2018%2C%202005%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/july%2018%2C%202005%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Motel in Wilmington, they held a Harry Potter party Friday night. Tons of bubbles fell on kids who had a blast playing in them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112163094673367548?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112163094673367548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112163094673367548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112163094673367548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112163094673367548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/07/old-motel-in-wilmington-they-held.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112162979111485028</id><published>2005-07-17T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:49:51.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/july%204%202005%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/july%204%202005%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsterous Butterflies at the Butterfly exhibit . COX ARBURETUM in Cinci.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112162979111485028?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112162979111485028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112162979111485028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112162979111485028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112162979111485028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/07/monsterous-butterflies-at-butterfly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112031706145366429</id><published>2005-07-02T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T08:11:01.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up regretting something I did three years ago. I inherited ten acres in KY on the side of a freakin mountain. So did my brothers and there was more of it in the family but my share was 10 acres. At the time I was so broke I thought that I should sell it, to my family members who had other acres and wanted it all. Well they are family so why would they screw me. I sold it to them for $1500 and three years later I am kicking myself in the ass. Turns out....that there is a tobacco farm leasing that land (there was at the time but I never saw the paperwork) and she is raking in about $350 a month from it. Plus they pay the taxes. You know what I could do with $350 a month? Well I sure wouldnt be so freakin broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112031706145366429?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112031706145366429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112031706145366429' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112031706145366429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112031706145366429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/07/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112025428975618431</id><published>2005-07-01T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:44:49.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger is F*cking with me...</title><content type='html'>Blogger is seriously screwing with my thoughts. I have recently posted several different things on several different blogs. Only to go back and them not be there. Either blogger thinks that giving me gray hairs is funny or I am seriously loosing it. I can even remember what they were and yet they are not there. Who slipped me the acid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112025428975618431?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112025428975618431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112025428975618431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112025428975618431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112025428975618431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/07/blogger-is-fcking-with-me.html' title='Blogger is F*cking with me...'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112018123824502473</id><published>2005-06-30T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:27:18.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to an "um" entertaining concert last night. I dont know what I was thinking, or if I was thinking. But I do not...do not like GWAR. Yep, I saw my first and final GWAR show. Ok, that's just not a place for a chick to be. Sorry. After getting spewed on with blood I lost track of whose nasty sweat was drinching me. I have never felt so nasty in my life. It was like 100 degrees in there, with no air circulating other than the stinch of obese sweaty men shaking blood out of their hair. Not only that but the weirdo standing next to me had his girlfriend (and I say that in a nice way, if I was rude I would have called her a hog) giving him a hand job in the pit (and not in his pants). EWWWW. I must say I'll take chicks making out over that any day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken note when a demonic ten feet tall pope started the show off. Or perhaps when the evil fucks had a evil rotten demon pretending to be Laci Peterson give birth to her baby on stage with a 5 feet wide vagina. By that point I had already been squished like a pancake against the rail (have the bruises to prove it too) and motivated my way to the back of the venue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112018123824502473?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112018123824502473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112018123824502473' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112018123824502473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112018123824502473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-went-to-um-entertaining-concert-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-112018036213398947</id><published>2005-06-30T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:12:42.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in there?</title><content type='html'>A short conversation with my significant other left me wondering what other men thought about purses. I was told that mine must be nothing else other than a sachel of lies, and that is why he stays at least 2 feet from it. I was tempted to dump it on the table of Rooster's bar and grill and let the whole place take a gander. When I realized what if I did have secrets in there I didnt want the whole bar to see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do us women carry in there? Why is it so scary for men to be near? And more importantly can I shed this excess baggage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-112018036213398947?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/112018036213398947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=112018036213398947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112018036213398947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/112018036213398947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-in-there.html' title='What&apos;s in there?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111976312462442616</id><published>2005-06-25T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:18:44.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/thinking.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/thinking.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not everything my mother taught me was a lie. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111976312462442616?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111976312462442616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111976312462442616' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111976312462442616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111976312462442616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-not-everything-my-mother-taught-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111976217109976815</id><published>2005-06-25T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:02:51.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the trails of others</title><content type='html'>Philosphising about philosphy....maybe isnt for me. Certain people are all into the thinking thing. That's great. I myself try not to think so damn much. Makes my head hurt. My dearest friend RT's recent blogging post left the gears in my head steaming. After reading her looooong post and then coming up with a reply I decided to post my thoughts. Turns out that my thoughts had already been said, like ten times. So... after I read other peoples replies I was too tired and couldn't decipher what was my thought and was my thought really their thought that I thought I thought. Whooow that made me tired just re-thinking that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111976217109976815?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111976217109976815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111976217109976815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111976217109976815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111976217109976815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-trails-of-others.html' title='On the trails of others'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111976172361113266</id><published>2005-06-25T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:55:23.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/peter%20steele.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/peter%20steele.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a litle something&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111976172361113266?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111976172361113266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111976172361113266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111976172361113266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111976172361113266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-litle-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111923744452030131</id><published>2005-06-19T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:17:24.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DANCE</title><content type='html'>I GOT OZZFEST TICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO HOOO ...AND MY DADDY BOUGHT THEM FOR ME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111923744452030131?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111923744452030131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111923744452030131' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111923744452030131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111923744452030131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-dance.html' title='HAPPY DANCE'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111921523308241451</id><published>2005-06-19T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:07:13.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title should read: Why I wanna go out tonight.</title><content type='html'>20 Ways For Women To Tell That They've Had A Little Much To Drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have absolutely no idea where my purse is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I believe that dancing with my arms overhead and wiggling my butt&lt;br /&gt;while yelling "WOO-HOO!" is truly the sexiest dance move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've suddenly decided I want to kick someone's ass and honestly&lt;br /&gt;believe I could do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In my last trip to pee, I realize I now look more like a homeless&lt;br /&gt;hooker than the goddess I was just four hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I drop my 3:00 a.m. submarine sandwich on the floor (which I'm eating&lt;br /&gt;even though I'm not the least bit hungry), pick it up and carry on&lt;br /&gt;eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I start crying and telling everyone I see that I love them sooooo&lt;br /&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I get extremely excited and jump up and down every time a new song&lt;br /&gt;plays because "Oh my God! I love this song!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've found a deeper/spiritual side to the geek sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The man I'm flirting with used to be my 5th grade teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The urge to take off articles of clothing, stand on a table and sing&lt;br /&gt;or dance becomes strangely overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My eyes just don't seem to want to stay open on their own so I keep&lt;br /&gt;them half closed and think it looks exotically sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've suddenly taken up smoking and become really good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I yell at the bartender, who (I think) cheated me by giving me just&lt;br /&gt;lemonade, but that's just because I can no longer taste the  gin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I think I'm in bed, but my pillow feels strangely like the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I start every conversation with a booming, "DON'T take this the&lt;br /&gt;WRONG WAY but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I fail to notice that the toilet lid's down when I sit on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My hugs begin to resemble wrestling take-down moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm tired so I just sit on the floor (wherever I happen to be&lt;br /&gt;standing) and take a quick nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I begin leaving the buttons open on my button fly pants to cut down&lt;br /&gt;on the time I'm in the bathroom away from my drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I take my shoes off because I believe it's their fault that I'm&lt;br /&gt;having problems walking straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111921523308241451?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111921523308241451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111921523308241451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111921523308241451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111921523308241451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/title-should-read-why-i-wanna-go-out.html' title='Title should read: Why I wanna go out tonight.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111921396692451797</id><published>2005-06-19T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:46:06.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire me over what?</title><content type='html'>So I am sure you have all heard the latest thing re: blogs. People are actually getting fired over blogging about work shit. That's so stupid. I mean granted if they are giving away trade secrets or personal info then yeah they need to get canned. But if I am just talking about a stupid coworker than what's the problem? I think I have done that a time or two. :) Our work pretty much consumes our life, so why would they expect us not to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111921396692451797?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111921396692451797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111921396692451797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111921396692451797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111921396692451797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/fire-me-over-what.html' title='Fire me over what?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111913159411056226</id><published>2005-06-18T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T14:53:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing times</title><content type='html'>After a hectic week I finally got to get some rest. I swear I don't think I have ever slept so good or so long in my life. I feel asleep at like 10 last night and didnt get up until noon today. Completely sober sleep at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I haven't done a damn thing, other then get a shower and dressed. I have sat around listening to great cd's and smoking way too much. If I could only fit these days in my schedule more often I doubt I'd be so damn stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111913159411056226?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111913159411056226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111913159411056226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111913159411056226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111913159411056226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/relaxing-times.html' title='Relaxing times'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111897582575168903</id><published>2005-06-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:37:05.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/david.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/david.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111897582575168903?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111897582575168903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111897582575168903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111897582575168903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111897582575168903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/awwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111897492617102424</id><published>2005-06-16T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:22:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This may seem pety</title><content type='html'>Ok. I've found the object I desire most at this moment. Which to some may seem stupid and immature, but damn it I want it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to go to Ozzfest this year. My Dad had two tickets VIP seats at that, and ignored my threats that I will dis-own him if he didnt give them to me, and he sold them! Do you believe it? My own father! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anywhoooo I can get good seats, like second row for $215 each. OMG! How in the hell am I gonna come up with that kinda money? I'm thinking of hocking my laptop. Yep. Unless I can find some other way. Is that stupid of me? I mean I should do what makes me happy right? (batting my eyelashes, trying to be cute) Can't think of anything better than getting drunk two rows back from Iron Maiden, Ozzy of course, Mudvayne, Rob Zombie, OMG! I am about to go insane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111897492617102424?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111897492617102424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111897492617102424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111897492617102424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111897492617102424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-may-seem-pety.html' title='This may seem pety'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111880713191937269</id><published>2005-06-14T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:45:31.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pessimistic. Yep. I see the glass as half empty. Why is it that I just can't find my nitche. I am so stressed over this work shit that I can't stand it. I hate getting out of bed, simply because of what I have to drag myself to every morning. I envy those who love their jobs. I wish I could find one of those for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep tossing up more school in my head, but then can't decide on what I want to do with my life. I know that whatever it is, its not in Ohio. I keep thinking back to that kid at the graduation commencement and "seizing the day" but I just can't seem to find it. "Grab the bull by the horns", hmmmmm Maybe if the bull would come give me a good poking with those horns I could get my shit in gear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111880713191937269?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111880713191937269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111880713191937269' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111880713191937269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111880713191937269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/pessimistic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111880667496215176</id><published>2005-06-14T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:37:54.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure or pain?</title><content type='html'>Its so odd that a pampering event such as a make-over has to be so damn painful. Women have to do so much work anymore. After a two hour event of coloring my hair, trimming my hair, waxing my eyebrows (and other areas) I am wore out! Now if if could only get that massage..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111880667496215176?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111880667496215176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111880667496215176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111880667496215176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111880667496215176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/pleasure-or-pain.html' title='Pleasure or pain?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111828651701675473</id><published>2005-06-08T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:08:37.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/june%203%20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/june%203%20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying lay off the sugar, but who listens to me? &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111828651701675473?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111828651701675473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111828651701675473' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111828651701675473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111828651701675473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-keep-saying-lay-off-sugar-but-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111798253585536311</id><published>2005-06-05T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T07:42:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity knocks?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to my brother in laws graduation. Normally those are pretty boring as you all know. For the most part I wanted to leave but there was this one speaker who seemed too wise for his 18 years. He spoke about seizing the day and not letting opportunities pass you by. Every day seize an opportunity to do something to please yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...I dont know why but it hit me. I do not seize opportunities. I let them slide right by me and most the time I'm too busy doing unimportant things to even realize that they are there. Tomorrow that thought may be gone and I may be back to myself but today I'll try to keep an open mind and watch for them. Maybe I'll try to be a little more creative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111798253585536311?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111798253585536311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111798253585536311' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111798253585536311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111798253585536311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/opportunity-knocks.html' title='Opportunity knocks?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111792515870130284</id><published>2005-06-04T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T15:45:58.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>question.</title><content type='html'>Ok, what's the most embarassing gift you have ever received? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine... Was most definately the time I was out to eat with my in laws at a packed restaurant and I opened this little tiny box (like maybe jewelry!) and to my suprise out came a little tiny jeweled thong. Can you beat that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111792515870130284?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111792515870130284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111792515870130284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111792515870130284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111792515870130284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/question.html' title='question.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111792274143582199</id><published>2005-06-04T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T15:05:41.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, ok enough badgering me.</title><content type='html'>So I havent posted in a while, sue me. I'm sorry. I've been busy...ok lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to try to figure out a way to earn some extra money. Cause Rob Zombie is coming to town, and so is Alice Cooper. Not together of course, of course that would be a good show. I'm broke. It sucks, I miss my old job where I actually had money. Damn it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111792274143582199?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111792274143582199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111792274143582199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111792274143582199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111792274143582199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-ok-enough-badgering-me.html' title='ok, ok enough badgering me.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111724700159661101</id><published>2005-05-27T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T19:23:21.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climax</title><content type='html'>After two months of threatening to do it, I finally did it! I let my ungrateful bitchy co-worker have it. I unleashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a bad day today. Dealing with stupid fucking people all day tend to do that to you. I had two cases in my hand and a inpatient criminal waiting on me to hand him his paperwork. "She" came up to me and said so and so is waiting on you. Oh no shit. I calmly looked at her deep in her eyes and said "I fucking know he's there, I'll get to him when you crawl out of my ass." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad that I had to apologize. Geeez...I am such a weenie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111724700159661101?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111724700159661101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111724700159661101' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111724700159661101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111724700159661101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/05/climax.html' title='The Climax'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111671080768773465</id><published>2005-05-21T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T14:26:47.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary thought</title><content type='html'>To some, the thought of getting healthy is actually scarier than dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111671080768773465?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111671080768773465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111671080768773465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111671080768773465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111671080768773465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/05/scary-thought.html' title='Scary thought'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111671071511278188</id><published>2005-05-21T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T14:25:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loaded and cocked.</title><content type='html'>Can you really kill someone with kindness? How much smiling,in a degrading manner, can someone take before breaking? Is it actually healthier to "kill them with kindness" than blowing up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111671071511278188?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111671071511278188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111671071511278188' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111671071511278188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111671071511278188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/05/loaded-and-cocked.html' title='Loaded and cocked.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111616718942106507</id><published>2005-05-15T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T07:26:29.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions Decisions.</title><content type='html'>I got news yesterday that my ten year reunion is coming up in Sept. Oh dear god. I'm debating on going. Problem is if I go I will have to go by myself. Hubby will not go, feet firmly planted in concrete on this one. So....that's a bit of a complication in my eyes. Who wants to drag themselves to a reunion with no date. If I was single I guess that would be an ok thing, but I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm one of those who prob hasnt changed too much since high school. Hell, I still live in the same house. Ok..I have moved a few times, then bought this house. I am married to my high school sweetheart....from a different high school, but still the same years. I still work in my home city and havent accomplished diddly sqwat. So why am I even tossing this up in my head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111616718942106507?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111616718942106507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111616718942106507' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111616718942106507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111616718942106507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/05/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions Decisions.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111603736790319829</id><published>2005-05-13T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:22:48.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>I'm not a supersticious person, at all. But today is Friday the 13th, and I did open an umbrella in the house - twice. Wonder what kinda shit is in store for me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps nothing like the poor child of a friend of mine who was born today on Friday the 13th...in Room B13 at the hospital. Oh, poor kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111603736790319829?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111603736790319829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111603736790319829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111603736790319829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111603736790319829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/05/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111603669384252593</id><published>2005-05-13T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:11:33.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me understand, please.</title><content type='html'>How is it that our "economy is doing good" when we are closing naval bases. Beats me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111603669384252593?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111603669384252593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111603669384252593' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111603669384252593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111603669384252593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/05/help-me-understand-please.html' title='Help me understand, please.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111593296459283661</id><published>2005-05-12T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:22:44.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenn....</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but I have nothing exciting to blog about right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111593296459283661?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111593296459283661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111593296459283661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111593296459283661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111593296459283661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/05/jenn.html' title='Jenn....'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111556620951000707</id><published>2005-05-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T08:30:09.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111556620951000707?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111556620951000707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111556620951000707' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111556620951000707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111556620951000707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111556611563205083</id><published>2005-05-08T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T08:28:35.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put on the spot.</title><content type='html'>5 year old - "Mommy, what happens when babies need their diapers changed in heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me- "huh, oh...angels take care of them sweetie don't worry about them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 year old - "What if they need bottles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me- "they are all taken care of, angels are making sure they are happy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111556611563205083?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111556611563205083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111556611563205083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111556611563205083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111556611563205083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/05/put-on-spot.html' title='Put on the spot.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111496375686552191</id><published>2005-05-01T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T09:11:22.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh come on now...</title><content type='html'>How do you know when your country is going to shit? When a fucking duck and her hatchlings make front page news just because its on the white house lawn. Come on now. It was apparently quite a spectacle, I mean thousands of people who have no lives "flocked" to it, like a shrine. (rolling my eyes back) What's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111496375686552191?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111496375686552191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111496375686552191' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111496375686552191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111496375686552191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-come-on-now.html' title='Oh come on now...'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111486623572233316</id><published>2005-04-30T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T06:03:55.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid girl</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at work, we all watched the news reporting that they had found hair of the girl who was missing from GA whose wedding was to be the next day. We all sat there talking about how sad it was for the family and the poor fiance who had been a suspect of foul play since the begining. And of course we cried. You can't get six women in a room and talk about something like that and not expect a tear to shed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I get online and see that the woman just had cold feet. COLD FEET? What the fuck? What was she thinking? She is so stupid. If I was her fiance I'd leave her ass. For all the shit she put him through? If I was her parents I'd give her a good spanking with a belt. To think that there were millions of people praying for her return and she was hamming it up on the road having cold feet. I think she owes everyone a public televised apology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111486623572233316?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111486623572233316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111486623572233316' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111486623572233316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111486623572233316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/stupid-girl.html' title='stupid girl'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111481512002099156</id><published>2005-04-29T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:52:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>measure this</title><content type='html'>Did ya'll watch the president's speech last night? Just wonder how many times he said "measure" during his little talk about no child left behind law. "they just don't like to measure" , "no one wants to measure", "why don't they want to measure", "all we are asking is that they measure", "that's how we know if its working, but measuring" AHHHHH shhheessh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111481512002099156?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111481512002099156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111481512002099156' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111481512002099156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111481512002099156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/measure-this.html' title='measure this'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111463907319457200</id><published>2005-04-27T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:57:53.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what the problem is with me but here lately I just want to rip someone's head off. I've cried at work twice (most certainly didnt let anyone see me), been bitchy to my family, wanted to rearrange my house one minute - the next burn it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched someone eat and just thought that if they didnt hold that spoon right you were going to cram it down their throat? I realize that its not normal and I shouldnt be that way but DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111463907319457200?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111463907319457200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111463907319457200' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111463907319457200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111463907319457200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-not-sure-what-problem-is-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111438155131576222</id><published>2005-04-24T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:25:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seperation anxiety</title><content type='html'>I'm stressing a little. Cause my truck goes into the shop tomorrow. My truck who has so lovingly been known as "Herbie" (my daughter named it) is going under the knife. She will be in the "hospital" for about a week. First its rather stressful cause its costing $1000 bucks. Which of course I do not have. Secondly...I HATE BEING WITHOUT WHEELS. I feel like a lost soul with out my transportation. I'm already starting to feel the grounded feeling like I'm 16 again and my parents have taken away my car cause I was out to late and had disappeared with my boyfriend for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111438155131576222?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111438155131576222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111438155131576222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111438155131576222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111438155131576222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/seperation-anxiety.html' title='Seperation anxiety'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111438103957090247</id><published>2005-04-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:17:19.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/april%2022%2C%202005%20035.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/april%2022%2C%202005%20035.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was roughing it ..lol  No snakes here. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111438103957090247?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111438103957090247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111438103957090247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111438103957090247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111438103957090247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-was-roughing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111426749160833008</id><published>2005-04-23T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T07:44:51.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/april%2022%2C%202005%20047.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/april%2022%2C%202005%20047.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH....isn't Cinci beautiful? :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111426749160833008?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111426749160833008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111426749160833008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111426749160833008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111426749160833008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111426738000536817</id><published>2005-04-23T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T07:43:00.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/april%2022%2C%202005%20030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/april%2022%2C%202005%20030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good sign your "mini vacation" is not going to go as planned. (you can almost see the tow truck, our truck is bigger than it is. )&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111426738000536817?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111426738000536817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111426738000536817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111426738000536817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111426738000536817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-sign-your-mini-vacation-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111426726265685409</id><published>2005-04-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T07:41:02.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/april%2022%2C%202005%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/april%2022%2C%202005%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's cheapest cat toy - a $1.00 bag of crickets. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111426726265685409?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111426726265685409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111426726265685409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111426726265685409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111426726265685409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/worlds-cheapest-cat-toy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111376782416392318</id><published>2005-04-17T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T12:57:04.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday blues</title><content type='html'>I'm really feeling lazy and not wanting to do anything today. I have a list of need to do/have to do shit a mile long. Yet I try to avoid doing those things by doing other stuff I really dont want to do either. I call this my Sunday blues. Cause I know I have to go back to work tomorrow and I don't want to do that either. Why can't Saturday's last a week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111376782416392318?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111376782416392318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111376782416392318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111376782416392318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111376782416392318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-blues.html' title='Sunday blues'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111370292891165994</id><published>2005-04-16T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:55:28.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon people</title><content type='html'>I dont know if these things are popular everywhere or if they are just popping up around my town. I really hate those red balloon thingies that are everywhere that dealerships/tax people/and now rental places are using for advertising. They really give me the creeps. I'm thinking about sneaking out in the night and slashing them with a knife so they don't flap around in the wind.  They remind me of those aliens from Close Encounters. That movie scared the shit out of me when I was a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111370292891165994?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111370292891165994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111370292891165994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111370292891165994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111370292891165994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/balloon-people.html' title='Balloon people'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111360483611250129</id><published>2005-04-15T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:40:43.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've switched jobs again...about 3 weeks ago. Now I'm working with criminals. Go figure. I must have been living under a rock or something cause I never knew how many damn crack addicts there were in my town. Apparently its a pretty popular thing, right below heroin. It's a shame too. I mean why in the world you would want to do that to your body is beyond me. I'ts mostly women who come in looking "all cracked out" too. They are nasty looking. Eyes bloodshot, teeth turning black, shit running out of the holes they are putting in their arms. Nasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my new job though. Other than the lovely co worker of mine who happens to think I'm an idiot. Caught her today checking my work after I just finished up with a defendant. I stood there and asked her if I did something wrong and she just said no. Had this oh shit I'm busted look on her face when I confronted her. Its funny cause she's younger than me and yet she seems to think I'm a teenager or something. She's not my boss but yet tries to put me down all the time. I asked her today if she had pms that's about the only thing bad or rude I've said to the girl. But I tell you what, it's really annoying me. I would rather someone just come out and say something if they had a problem with me, not just be bitchy to me and act like I'm a thorn in their side. Ahhh...Working with women is worse than anything. This coming from one! I'm convinced that I'd rather work with men, or scorpions than women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111360483611250129?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111360483611250129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111360483611250129' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111360483611250129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111360483611250129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-ive-switched-jobs-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111301216010270185</id><published>2005-04-08T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:05:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday from hell</title><content type='html'>First of all, my catered in lunch at work had a baby cockroach in it. Secondly I had to issue a bench warrant at work for my own brother. And last but certainly not least someone close died. Geez, do you think that it can be topped next year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111301216010270185?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111301216010270185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111301216010270185' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111301216010270185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111301216010270185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/birthday-from-hell.html' title='Birthday from hell'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111270740345582471</id><published>2005-04-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T06:23:23.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to You...</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to You...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dear Jiiiiiilllllllll...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to You!&lt;br /&gt;And Many Mooooorrrre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to party????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111270740345582471?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111270740345582471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111270740345582471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111270740345582471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111270740345582471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to You...'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912954749081110770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/238/571/320/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111187404894349723</id><published>2005-03-26T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T13:54:08.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter Everyone.</title><content type='html'>Before I forget. I hope everyone has a HAPPY EASTER tomorrow. I'll be cooking for a late lunch and then going to a late dinner as well. My daughter is looking forward to finding her Easter basket. I'm looking forward to all the food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We colored eggs last night. Boy was that a mess. My daughter is still purple, yellow, and green. Her face is slightly pink. Her belly is purple. I've scrubbed and scrubbed but it just wont come off. I'll try to post some pictures tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111187404894349723?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111187404894349723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111187404894349723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111187404894349723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111187404894349723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-easter-everyone.html' title='Happy Easter Everyone.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111161921458891223</id><published>2005-03-23T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T15:06:54.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I may be heading toward a mid life crisis. I have a birthday coming up in a few weeks (days) and its really starting to suck. The only thing good about me having a birthday is that I think someone...ehhh huh...a friend of mine needs to take me out for my birthday. I promise not to make an ass out of myself like last year. :) (that was my birthday that time that I passed out in the bathroom stall wasn't it? lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111161921458891223?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111161921458891223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111161921458891223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111161921458891223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111161921458891223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-i-may-be-heading-toward-mid.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111135590658672972</id><published>2005-03-20T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T13:58:26.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently in the blogging world it is a popular thing to have a list of things you like/love. I thought it would be more fun to have a list of things I hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Writing with pencils... oooh gives me chills. &lt;br /&gt;2. Salmon&lt;br /&gt;3. Cordouroy&lt;br /&gt;4. Being in a room full of people who are all whispering (except you)&lt;br /&gt;5. Perfect people&lt;br /&gt;6. Cubicals&lt;br /&gt;7. The way my little toe curls.&lt;br /&gt;8. The dentist&lt;br /&gt;9. Being right and not being able to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Trusting other people to do something I can do myself.&lt;br /&gt;11. Asking for help.&lt;br /&gt;12. Canned corn.&lt;br /&gt;13. Not having time to read.&lt;br /&gt;14. My procrastination problem.&lt;br /&gt;15. Wood paneling.&lt;br /&gt;16. The color orange.&lt;br /&gt;17. Being broke.&lt;br /&gt;18. Knowing that this list could become endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111135590658672972?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111135590658672972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111135590658672972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111135590658672972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111135590658672972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/apparently-in-blogging-world-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111135539207632587</id><published>2005-03-20T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T13:49:52.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>I know that you all know a few of these people but I just feel the need to rant I guess. I'm so sick of fake people. The ones that just seem so damn cheery and perfect all the flipping time. You'd think that it would be damn exhausting. Got me wondering if anyone ever thinks of me as being fake. I certainly hope not. I try just to be myself but then again maybe people would mistake that for being fake. Hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111135539207632587?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111135539207632587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111135539207632587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111135539207632587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111135539207632587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111074080724652927</id><published>2005-03-13T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T11:06:47.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kinda got a new job. Provided my current job will let me drop down to part time for about 3 months. So I can train at the new one part time until they will hire me for full time. The pay is so much better and its right down the road. They seem so nice. I need to get out of my current job so badly I cant stand it. If I have to listen to the ignorant first graders (adults) much more I may pull of my belt and whip some ass. Oh... you'll love this. Since someone stupidly forgot to take out a staple on a piece of paper before shoving it in the fax machine (and tearing it up) everyone was punished by taking away our staplers. Yes our staplers. Yes, we are a goverment office. Yes, our boss who you voted in is this stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111074080724652927?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111074080724652927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111074080724652927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111074080724652927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111074080724652927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-kinda-got-new-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111074035156336914</id><published>2005-03-13T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T10:59:11.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the weekend.</title><content type='html'>After drowning myself in a full cup of oh pity me all week I decided to spoil myself this weekend. Which is not something I ever do. Saturday I took my daughter and went to get our hair done. Afterword we got our nails done. Yes my five year old daughter now has bright red nails with airbrushed flowers and tiny diamonds on them. Stopped afterword and got some ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to breakfast with my Dad. Then to the mall for a much needed pair of shoes. Then home for a nap. God I love the weekend. Too damn short but none the less its wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111074035156336914?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111074035156336914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111074035156336914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111074035156336914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111074035156336914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-weekend.html' title='Love the weekend.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111051524771108907</id><published>2005-03-10T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:27:27.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/kitty caffein.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/kitty caffein.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love coffee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111051524771108907?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111051524771108907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111051524771108907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111051524771108907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111051524771108907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/gotta-love-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111051498047457365</id><published>2005-03-10T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:23:00.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted about my idiotic family. So what the hell? &lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago my very religious brother got pulled over for speeding. Got himself a nice speeding ticket, seat belt ticket and had no insurance. So he went to court and they took his license. Within two days after that ticket he got pulled over in an neighboring city (before his court date) so he had his license suspended twice in a week. This week he was driving home from work (under suspension) with two month old expired temp tags. No seatbelt. Ooops. They impounded his truck and hauled his butt to jail booked him in and gave him a ride home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that he is human and a man I'll give him a few points for just pure stupidity. But damn how stupid can you be? Apparently he thought that God would let him get away with this forever. The reason his tags where expired is because since his license were suspended they wouldnt let him renew them. Couldnt switch the truck from his name to his wifes because of a lien. However, he could have quit driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..I'm hauling his butt around. For a few reasons. One - I dont want to see him loose his job, god knows how hard it is to find one these days. Two - If I don't no one will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has court tomorrow. Wouldnt be suprised if he gets some time over this one. I'm sure his church would be proud. I'll keep my fingers crossed (not because he doesnt deserve to learn his lesson) because his wife and baby need him to take care of them. When will kids learn? I must have matured at 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111051498047457365?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111051498047457365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111051498047457365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111051498047457365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111051498047457365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-been-while-since-ive-posted-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-111014769401378290</id><published>2005-03-06T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T14:21:34.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for a long life of solitude</title><content type='html'>Ok. For all you so called "friends" out there. Let me just start by saying this. Just because I talk to you twice a year and maybe at one time we had a close friendship doesnt mean that we are friends anymore. If you cant make time to have a fucking phone conversation with me when I need someone to talk to - then your not a friend. If you think you have it so fucking rough because you shit out a couple of kids and your day revolves around picking up toys then try walking a day in my shoes. I have a kid too you know. I work a full time job and do all my womanly chores around the house cook clean blah blah. I do all that you do and I work. I am sick and tired of people!!!! AHHHHHH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I feel better now. For those of you this post does not pertain too I am sorry that I took it out on your ears. And no I do not have pms. I am just a pissed off bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait I am not done. Just so you know --- just because I have a kid doesnt mean that I am any less of a person that I was before I had a kid. Maybe if you took the time to notice you'd realize that I'm a better person than before. Only now I dont have all the time in the world to fart around all day like some other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And men.... Give your wife/girlfriend's some slack every now and then before you push us into a mental breakdown. Perhaps between every five or six insults you sling at us you may want to throw us a compliment. Preferably not about sex. That's a given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-111014769401378290?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/111014769401378290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=111014769401378290' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111014769401378290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/111014769401378290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/preparing-for-long-life-of-solitude.html' title='Preparing for a long life of solitude'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-110997956109850620</id><published>2005-03-04T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:42:27.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howard and his sluts</title><content type='html'>On my way to work this morning, and every morning it seems anymore, I was listening to the Howard Stern show. I haven't always been a Howard fan. I used to really dispise him actually. I thought that he was really demeaning towards women and that it was rude and just down right unacceptable. But that's before I realized that no..its the women that do that to themselves. Anywhooo. I listen to it alot because its funny. This morning though it was pretty nasty. They had this porn star on there who was down right stupid but none the less kept me entertained for a few minutes on my long dreaded ride. Until I heard her eagerly answer yes to the question of whether or not Sal could spit on her. UHhh yuck I immediately turned the channel disguisted and did not turn it back. What in the hell!!!?? Why would you want some nasty ass guy to spit a big goober or whatever else in your face? In your mouth even? &lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with us? How bad is it when just your normal everyday BDSM sex isn't enough for you? It has to be spitting now? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-110997956109850620?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/110997956109850620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=110997956109850620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110997956109850620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110997956109850620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/howard-and-his-sluts.html' title='Howard and his sluts'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-110980941254069590</id><published>2005-03-02T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T16:23:32.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals + goverment = Nahhh no way</title><content type='html'>The other day at work I received the strangest phone call. A man was calling and wanting me to process a birth certificate for his 19 year old daughter with her goverment form application. Apparently he is not the real father and wanted to slide me her birth certificate so that she wouldnt see it and attach it to the paperwork after they left. First of all..why would I want to get into that Springer show shit. Secondly, isnt that illegal? So I put him on hold tell my boss and he tells me to tell the guy hell no. The man freaks, insists on speaking with the boss and then my dumbass boss tells him to slide it to him and he will do it. What the hell? This girl is going to have to take an oath and when she fills out the form she is going to fill it out wrong. The birth certificate is going to come to her in the mail with her other papers. The man says he will just open her mail and get it before she sees it. (ringer sounding off here...big sleeze!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that I'm just a flunky my boss won't listen to me and still is going to do it for the man. I just hope that I am not there when it happens because I think I may have a hard time not telling the girl. That is so wrong. Apparently he had to go through this mess when she got her drivers license..the BMV did it for him. I'm just stumped at how people are so insensitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-110980941254069590?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/110980941254069590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=110980941254069590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110980941254069590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110980941254069590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/03/morals-goverment-nahhh-no-way.html' title='Morals + goverment = Nahhh no way'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-110963581908165701</id><published>2005-02-28T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:10:19.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/alice%20cooper%20%26%20misc%20179.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/alice%20cooper%20%26%20misc%20179.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay clear of those damn tree limbs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-110963581908165701?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/110963581908165701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=110963581908165701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110963581908165701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110963581908165701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/02/stay-clear-of-those-damn-tree-limbs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-110948340336265406</id><published>2005-02-26T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T21:50:03.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The buttkisser I am</title><content type='html'>I got an award at work this week. Some crap about customer service. I know - its hard to believe that I can be nice and helpful. (at the same time even) So I'm patting myself on the back and bragging about it here, cause come Monday I'm sure I'll just be some smuck sitting at the desk that I'm not allowed to call mine. Heaven forbid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-110948340336265406?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/110948340336265406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=110948340336265406' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110948340336265406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110948340336265406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/02/buttkisser-i-am.html' title='The buttkisser I am'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-110948273612575285</id><published>2005-02-26T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T21:38:56.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/640/dec%2024%2C%202004%20039.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/1825/320/dec%2024%2C%202004%20039.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep meaningful conversations...umm no they werent drinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-110948273612575285?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/110948273612575285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=110948273612575285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110948273612575285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110948273612575285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/02/deep-meaningful-conversations.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-110939358966793918</id><published>2005-02-25T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:53:09.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Thank You So Much, Jill...</title><content type='html'>You couldn't have gotten me with a Starbucks cup in my hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone is going to think I'm a cheap caffeine lush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-110939358966793918?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/110939358966793918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=110939358966793918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110939358966793918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110939358966793918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-thank-you-so-much-jill.html' title='Oh, Thank You So Much, Jill...'/><author><name>RT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912954749081110770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/238/571/320/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-110911738327557559</id><published>2005-02-22T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T16:09:43.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst nightmare is coming true</title><content type='html'>After being brought to my attention by someone should have known better (husband) it is clear that we are becoming our parents. I'm a bit depressed right now. Thinking that the only thing that would make me feel better is to do something totally stupid and pointless. Something that would make my parents shriek.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-110911738327557559?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/110911738327557559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=110911738327557559' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110911738327557559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110911738327557559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-worst-nightmare-is-coming-true.html' title='My worst nightmare is coming true'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-110852029470427446</id><published>2005-02-15T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:26:53.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye I am getting along</title><content type='html'>I'm healing up nicely, not that any of you were all too worried about me or anything. I went to the optometrist (how ever you spell it) yesterday and he poked and prodded my eye ball some more. Gave me some steroid drops - apparently I need to pump up, and sent me on my way. Tried to push those big ole granny black sun glasses on me for work, but I wasnt gonna go down like that. I just wore my sunglasses at work today, and even that got a few stares. That is until they asked why I was wearing them, and when I showed them why - it was please put them back on. Amazing how weird it is when someone sees someone elses red punctured eye theirs immediately starts watering up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-110852029470427446?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/110852029470427446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=110852029470427446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110852029470427446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110852029470427446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/02/eye-i-am-getting-along.html' title='Eye I am getting along'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-110829694885811401</id><published>2005-02-13T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T04:15:48.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank heaven for vicodin</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know me, I'm an accident prone idiot. Yesterday I did a doosy- I'd say it ranked up there to be the stupidist accident I have ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice outside so I thought that I'd take my daughter out to play on the swingset in the back yard.  The whole time we were out there my two dogs were fighting, because a neighbors dog was trying to get in the yard to play. They kept on fighting until one dog was pinned down and whining something horrible. At that point I thought I should go try to break it up- which doesnt happen very often because they dont listen to me. I'm not sure if I stepped on a giant tree limb or the dogs in the midst of rolling around like freakin wrestlers knocked it up in the air. But that sucker knocked me in the eye and nearly made me black out. So...I have a nice shiner and had to go to the hospital to have my eye washed out.  I've got a scratch on my eye that feels like a big papercut. They gave me 2 different kind of eye drops - antibiotics, and one to dialate my pupil. They also gave me some vicodin, which I am really appreciating. Now this morning my whole side of my face is throbbing and is hurting like a SOB. Worst thing....I gotta go to work like this tomorrow. :( I'm so not looking forward to a hundred customers asking me what happened, at the hospital they asked me if I got hit, and then looked at my husband kinda weird. Then asked me if I was afraid of anyone at home. LOL, should have said yeah, if I dont get home soon I'm gonna have to come back with the other eye like this cause he has to go to work at four in the morning and I've been sitting in this freakin emergency room for 3 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-110829694885811401?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/110829694885811401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=110829694885811401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110829694885811401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110829694885811401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/02/thank-heaven-for-vicodin.html' title='thank heaven for vicodin'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443644.post-110773136483191506</id><published>2005-02-06T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:18:47.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School buddies</title><content type='html'>Its been 10 years since high school grad for me. Damn that makes me feel so old. To be honest there aren't too many people I "miss" from school. There are a few and within the last week I have gotten in touch with one in particular that I'm really glad we are still friends. I probably havent seen her in ten years but we are not but 5 minutes apart. After a nice phone conversation with her I got to thinking about how many people I have seen since school. It's only been a handful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today I went to the grocery store and ran into an old boy - friend of mine. And boy oh boy what in the hell was I thinking back then? It's not very often that I do feel "good" about myself, I'm just not that type of person but after walking away from a short conversation with him I'm definately feeling better about myself. Is that bad? Does that make me stuck up? Cause I'm definately not a stuck up type of person, if anything I'm more shy and awkward than stuck up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8443644-110773136483191506?l=disturbedjill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/feeds/110773136483191506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8443644&amp;postID=110773136483191506' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110773136483191506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8443644/posts/default/110773136483191506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disturbedjill.blogspot.com/2005/02/school-buddies.html' title='School buddies'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12307350939155673152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
