<?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-114276865689082423</id><updated>2011-09-30T02:48:39.424-07:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='world of warcraft'/><title type='text'>The Kincaids: A journey of love and Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts and memories on Our marriage as we  wander down the road of life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-8308438522163413703</id><published>2011-04-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:10:52.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>so my blog is moving.  wanted to keep my gmail and my blogger log in the same so i imported this one to my gmail log in. kincaidgamers.blogspot.com is the new address.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-8308438522163413703?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/8308438522163413703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/8308438522163413703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/8308438522163413703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-7629249540261538532</id><published>2011-04-21T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T05:15:24.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today we are going up to get some college friends of mine for my birthday weekend.I have tomorrow off so we're going to have a barbecue with them and a friend of mine from work, her baby girl and her husband. Should be a good time had by all. I'll be turning 25. Wow.....i'm getting old. I used to tease Reggie about being old when he turned 25 and this year he turned 27. Its amazing how time seems to fly by you as you get older.  I remember as a kid time seemed so slow it hurt and now......I've been married for 2 years  already. How did that happen.  Its amazing how much you sober up knowing that you are already half way to 50 which is where life seems to slow down just  a little bit. I wanted to have my kids by now and I wanted to be a teacher but I have achieved so little and time just keeps whizzing by me. I have no regrets don't get me wrong its just amazing to see what my life is now compared to how I thought it would be. I'm glad we've waited to have kids. Its given Reggie and I the opportunity to explore our intimacy and have "married" time.  I do fear that it will be hard on Reggie when we do have kids. However, I have seen that side of him through Melyanne and the time we've spent with her. He'll kill me for saying this but he is wonderful with kids. I remember him telling me how much he hated being around babies and that joking that we should adopt an older child so he doesn't h ave to deal with the 1-5 years but I don't believe him now. the way he helps me with Melyanne when I babysit proves that too me. He's so kind and gentle and sweet. She may not be ours but she sure has Reggie wrapped around her little finger.  So Saturday I meet 25 and what do I have to show for it.  A loving husband and 6 "furry" babies who love me. I'm employed and surviving in this hard time. I have good friends who care about me all around the world and so many other blessings in this life. Happy birthday to me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-7629249540261538532?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/7629249540261538532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/7629249540261538532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/7629249540261538532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-3206003457673780705</id><published>2011-04-20T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:55:19.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>left out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Some times I look at my friend's pictures of their kids and find myself yearning to have what they have. Don't get me wrong my six furry babies keep me busy but its not the same. I want to hold a baby in my arm and see them smiling back at me. I want to see a little being grow up fast and look just like her father. I want to watch them crawl and walk and talk. I feel like they all belong to this club that I may never join. I know everyone keeps telling me to stop wanting a baby so badly and thats when it will happen to us but they don't understand. The only thing I've known for sure in this life time is that I want to be a mom. I want to know the joy of waking up every four hours to nurse and be drained the next day at work. I watch it happen around me with my friends and even though they say its the worst you can tell they love being a parent. I just hope that I don't end up disappointing Reggie some how if I can't have children. I shouldn't say that. I've been blessed with a vision of my baby girl. I know I'll have her some day but I can't help wanting her to join our family NOW! Yes you read that right. I've seen my baby girl. I wasn't asleep I was mediating when I saw her playing on the ground with her toys. Blond hair Brown eyes and she looked just like Reggie. I felt the joy of a mother when I saw her there smiling up at me. I know its silly but I hold on to that image each day close to my heart. Soon I keep telling myself that.  And I guess since no one really reads this that will leak info....yes Reggie and I have started trying. Stupid I know since we really aren't financially ready but both of us feel like if we wait too much longer it will not happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-3206003457673780705?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/3206003457673780705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/left-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3206003457673780705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3206003457673780705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/left-out.html' title='left out'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-7578730260580031688</id><published>2011-04-20T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:14:56.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday:The internet is for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/MorbidKittenKisses/100_1123.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/MorbidKittenKisses/100_1123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-7578730260580031688?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/7578730260580031688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesdaythe-internet-is-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/7578730260580031688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/7578730260580031688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesdaythe-internet-is-for.html' title='Wordless Wednesday:The internet is for...'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-3694405432110168667</id><published>2011-04-18T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T09:44:14.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Memory: Best Friends</title><content type='html'>Thanks to having a bad memory this blog experiment is rather difficult for me. Wordless Wednesdays are easy due to the lovely antics of my "kids", but most memories for me are things that people tell me happened. I remember bits and pieces from major events in my life but little memories tend to slip through the cracks. However, last night one magically made an appearance as Reggie and I were driving down the freeway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier that night Reggie had read an article that had the line that said something like , "I didn't do it." is the fastest way to let a cop know your guilty.  As Reggie was telling me about the article I flashed back to high school. I don't remember where we were going or if we were coming back from somewhere all I remember is driving in Jennifer's orange  Gran Torino and hearing a siren come up behind us. As we pulled over Jen starts laughing nervously as did I. That cop had to think we were insane or something. I think we stopped long enough for him to get her information and head back to the car before we busted out again. I don't know how she managed not to get a ticket because from what I remember she was going a lot over the speed limit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember us laughing even harder as we headed back to our destination.  Most of my memories from high school involve Jen. We used to be joined at the hip and even today we are still some what close. Though we've lost a bit of what we had due to long distance, I still consider her my best friend and know that I'd be a totally different person had I never met her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9d639b3127ccec7b07290443e00000040O00AcOGLlu4ZuGQPbz4O/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9d639b3127ccec7b07290443e00000040O00AcOGLlu4ZuGQPbz4O/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9d639b3127ccec7b07290443e00000040O00AcOGLlu4ZuGQPbz4O/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She even flew out to Ga for my wedding. I was so grateful to have her here for that occasion. I never could imagine that day with out having her there.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-3694405432110168667?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/3694405432110168667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/mondays-memory-best-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3694405432110168667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3694405432110168667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/mondays-memory-best-friends.html' title='Monday&apos;s Memory: Best Friends'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-4011417229608806043</id><published>2011-04-13T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:34:33.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Wedded bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BABG8-lFdAU/TaXQgA_cOiI/AAAAAAAAALc/0xTUvoQlOpA/s1600/100_1459.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BABG8-lFdAU/TaXQgA_cOiI/AAAAAAAAALc/0xTUvoQlOpA/s400/100_1459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595107360518191650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-4011417229608806043?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/4011417229608806043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesday-wedded-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/4011417229608806043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/4011417229608806043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesday-wedded-bliss.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Wedded bliss'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BABG8-lFdAU/TaXQgA_cOiI/AAAAAAAAALc/0xTUvoQlOpA/s72-c/100_1459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-6572017690199580229</id><published>2011-04-12T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:36:24.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart Sucks</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd  end up bitter. I figured that my people personness would rule out what the older cashiers told me. But after nearly a year there I find myself saying things in my head that have never been characteristic of myself. It amazes me just how some people are.  My wrists are constantly sore from customers not thinking about what they are doing and turning the carousel with my hand still in the bag from putting an item into it...then for the kicker look at me like how dare I not let them get their bag that only has TWO items in it. Sometimes I think they believe that if they don't snatch it out from under me I won't turn it and they won't get the bag. I wanna look at them and say "I'll turn the damned thing when I'm done." But I settle for rubbing my wrist and moving on.  You know they don't even apologize half the time. How hard is it to utter a simple ooops sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time you are in Walmart think about your cashier and give them a little bit of respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-6572017690199580229?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6572017690199580229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/walmart-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6572017690199580229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6572017690199580229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/walmart-sucks.html' title='Walmart Sucks'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-5446428787652892939</id><published>2011-04-11T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:26:01.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Memory:Bear</title><content type='html'>After reading Natalie's post I got inspired to write one about our first dog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been wanting a dog for a long time. When we moved in together I settled for a kitten due to lack of space and money. We got married in 2009 and had moved into a house that we are still currently renting to own. I was looking on Craigslist as I often had oogleing at the puppies that needed homes and yearning for one. Reggie had just been let go from Backbuster...I mean Blockbuster after 7 years and was working with an inventory group that would go out of town on the weekends. Reggie wasn't comfortable with me being alone and told me that for my wedding present I could get me a dog. I saw "Buddy"'s ad on Craigslist and quickly emailed the woman who was offering him up to a good home. We got there and instantly I fell for his big brown eyes and floppy ears. Reggie wasn't so sure about him. He was bigger than Reggie wanted for our budget and he was afraid that food would cause a bump in our budget. We were talking to the woman for about 15 minutes and I was playing with "Buddy" trying to butter up Reggie. Well the sun came out from behind some clouds and Reggie excused himself to grab his sunglasses out of the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing I see is this streak of black racing for the car and Reggie stumbling against the door. A smile finally appeared on his face as "Buddy" firmly planted his behind in the middle of the back seat. I looked at Reggie and said "Well you can't say no now!" Reggie rolled his eyes but guess what: Buddy, now Bear, Firmly holds a spot in Reggie's heart and Reggie is his favorite human. But thats okay the Dog that was supposed to be his Loves me more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8z0Qqq9jvM/TaObJp62k5I/AAAAAAAAALE/3XLVrRMyhS4/s1600/Buddy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8z0Qqq9jvM/TaObJp62k5I/AAAAAAAAALE/3XLVrRMyhS4/s400/Buddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594485752298115986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Bugga Bear shortly after we got him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipwK2-7W_GE/TaObcTuLf8I/AAAAAAAAALM/PBCW-HscOMg/s1600/100_1396.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipwK2-7W_GE/TaObcTuLf8I/AAAAAAAAALM/PBCW-HscOMg/s400/100_1396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594486072756895682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Bug Bear 3 months ago. Gotta love that silly grin.        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                          &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qMHaIhyMPOI/TaObv1cFLLI/AAAAAAAAALU/TfSPC1rRNgI/s1600/100_1370.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qMHaIhyMPOI/TaObv1cFLLI/AAAAAAAAALU/TfSPC1rRNgI/s400/100_1370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594486408225303730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;I call this  "Daddy's home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-5446428787652892939?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/5446428787652892939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/mondays-memorybear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/5446428787652892939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/5446428787652892939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/mondays-memorybear.html' title='Monday&apos;s Memory:Bear'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V8z0Qqq9jvM/TaObJp62k5I/AAAAAAAAALE/3XLVrRMyhS4/s72-c/Buddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-2223053485783857272</id><published>2011-04-05T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:27:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HDDca9d-oXM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;My dogs make an appearence. Can you spot Draka, Bear and Molly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-2223053485783857272?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/2223053485783857272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-wordless-wednesdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/2223053485783857272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/2223053485783857272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-wordless-wednesdays.html' title='Wordless Wednesdays.'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HDDca9d-oXM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-7583118236172351727</id><published>2011-03-09T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:16:16.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: The Foot Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_YEGaBAQuA/TXhsrDwaYFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/COHM5VGzGPI/s1600/footrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_YEGaBAQuA/TXhsrDwaYFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/COHM5VGzGPI/s400/footrest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582331225124266066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While this is being posted technically on Thursday, I thought I'd steal this from Natalie to get me more into my blog. So in between posting short stories and my life i'll post these from time to time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-7583118236172351727?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/7583118236172351727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday-foot-rest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/7583118236172351727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/7583118236172351727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday-foot-rest.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: The Foot Rest'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_YEGaBAQuA/TXhsrDwaYFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/COHM5VGzGPI/s72-c/footrest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-756643423924348908</id><published>2011-01-02T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:21:33.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO BIG</title><content type='html'>So about 12 weeks ago we brought home a little bitty bundle of furry joy.......I know kids grow fast but its been a trip watching Draka go from a little baby puppy to the awkward teenage puppy she is know. And at just over 4 months I know she's got a ton more to go :P Here is the newest of the pictures we have of her from the last month for those who care :) Remember this is my "baby."&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCzbTRDHsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vJCQn_s8V00/s1600/100_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCzbTRDHsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vJCQn_s8V00/s400/100_1368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557639221784813250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCzbTRDHsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vJCQn_s8V00/s1600/100_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCzawWbGvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/x4Z516p4GH8/s1600/100_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCzawWbGvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/x4Z516p4GH8/s400/100_1366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557639212412115698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCzawWbGvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/x4Z516p4GH8/s1600/100_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See she's HUGE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCzaBvptEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wAQDg8lbDFs/s1600/100_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCzaBvptEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wAQDg8lbDFs/s400/100_1357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557639199901463618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my babies :) just missing the kitties in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCydPhjcOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6ScLMcML9oo/s1600/100_1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCydPhjcOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6ScLMcML9oo/s400/100_1350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557638155628409058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCydPhjcOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6ScLMcML9oo/s1600/100_1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We see you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCyc-wHqQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tcEubJdkZxQ/s1600/100_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCyc-wHqQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tcEubJdkZxQ/s1600/100_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCyc-wHqQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tcEubJdkZxQ/s400/100_1348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557638151126100226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCyc-wHqQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tcEubJdkZxQ/s1600/100_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No mama no kisses for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCycZD5iqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/07WGU949e8Q/s1600/100_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCycZD5iqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/07WGU949e8Q/s1600/100_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCycZD5iqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/07WGU949e8Q/s400/100_1342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557638141008513698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GIMME A BONE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCycMOYUJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7StOruHGe6Q/s400/100_1340.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557638137562812562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love that tongue action and she's standing all on top of my clean laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby girl is so big. I can't wait to see how big she finally gets. Although I think i'm gonna eventually have to stop holding her like a baby. She's starting to hurt my arms LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-756643423924348908?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/756643423924348908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/756643423924348908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/756643423924348908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-big.html' title='SO BIG'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TSCzbTRDHsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vJCQn_s8V00/s72-c/100_1368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-622301239927800923</id><published>2010-12-31T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:32:34.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year something or others</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;So, I read someone's philosophy about how she never makes new years resolutions because she always breaks them so she makes new year.....something or other. I had the idea before I sat down to write my thoughts. Well I have the same problem if I resolve to do something for the next year I usually don't do it. For lack of umph. So this year I'm gonna make some straight up goals and really work to achieve them and make them do able. I think thats my other problem I don't make my resolutions realistic. So here is my list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;1. Keep a better house: Now those that know me extremely well know that I have issues in this department and have always had issues in this department. So instead of saying that I'm going to keep my house clean I'm going to set a goal to always wash the dishes after dinner and keep up laundry.Hopefully with the addition of our new kinect my better half will have the incentive to help me keep the living room clean :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;2. Write 10,000 words toward my book: Now I know that I will not finish the book but it would be nice to actually make time to write a few paragraphs a week toward this goal. Now whether or not I'll ever get it published....thats another story. I'd also like to participate in Nanowrimo (I think i have that right); however I'm not going to make that a true goal till I try my best to get the 10,000 words toward my 50,000 long term goal. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;3. Work out 3 times a week: Over the last few years I've set a weight amount I"d like to lose but that almost always never happens so this year I'm going to set a goal to get active. Whether that's playing on the kinect or walking around work or if i can ever get motivated enough, taking the dogs to the Indian mounds for a hike. While I know this goal will be the hardest of the three I know that its extremely important  that I make this goal for my health.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I am also hoping that by writing them down and having them in a public place where people know about them I'll be more motivated to keep going so that I don't feel like a liar or a let down. So here is to a better year. I hope it brings us all good luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-622301239927800923?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/622301239927800923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-something-or-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/622301239927800923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/622301239927800923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-something-or-others.html' title='new year something or others'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-2330974134449467132</id><published>2010-10-14T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:19:35.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TLecXXfRyCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HpHoeeZti4U/s1600/100_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TLecXXfRyCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HpHoeeZti4U/s400/100_1274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528058992876701730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is Draka and I. Draka is our newest member of our family. Mace passed away last week and we found this sweetheart on Craigslist and couldn't pass her up. Not sure what breeds she is but we're guessing Husky/Rottie mix. She's colored up like a Rottie but has the face and tail of a Husky. We'll just have to wait till she's older and find out then I guess. :P Hopefully she stay's fluffy :) And if you were wondering its pronounced Drae-Ka not Dra-Ka. (I can't seemed to remember how to do the soft A but you get the point right?) She was named after Thrall's mother in World of Warcrack. Yes, I know we're nerds :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lives have been pretty good since the last time I took time to blog about life. I got a job at wally world and I'm enjoying it so far. Its been nice to actually pay bills for once :) We lost Mace because someone threw tinfoil in our back yard and he ate it. We rushed him to the vet but unfortunately there was nothing we could do and we had to put him down. But hopefully Draka will help heal the lonely feeling left in the house for all of us. Bear misses him so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-2330974134449467132?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/2330974134449467132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/10/draka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/2330974134449467132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/2330974134449467132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/10/draka.html' title='Draka'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/TLecXXfRyCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HpHoeeZti4U/s72-c/100_1274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-1221671728264573509</id><published>2010-08-16T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:56:11.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIP or a WIP i'm currently exploring in my head</title><content type='html'>She wandered down the dark hallway as if in a trance. The melody before her pulled her forward with promises untold. Emotions poured from the notes as they led her down the hallway to an unknown player. The minor keys pulled at her heart.  It touched her in a way nothing ever had.  Though the hallway was unfamiliar to her she seemed to move as if she knew every obstacle with out looking to the floor. The strange material of the gown she wore swished ever so softly against her legs and the floor beneath her. The soft clack of her heals against the hard wood mingled with the beat of the soft melody. &lt;br /&gt; As she reached the door that lead to the mystery player and the source of the beautiful tune, it stopped. With a shake of her long brown curls the trance all but dissipates from her conscience returning her to the strange hallway. Panic rose up in her stomach and she could taste the bile. With out hesitation she reached for the doorknob even though her mind screamed at her not to. As the door opened and she took a step forward into the room before her, everything went black.&lt;br /&gt; Satyana awoke from her dream startled. Her hand rose from beneath the cover to cover her eyes and forehead. The melody always haunted her long after she woke from the strange dream. Always the same hallway and always the same melody. None of it made any sense to her. No matter how hard she tried she'd never been able to reproduce her mysterious melody from her dreams. Every time she sat down and tried to remember it she'd forget everything. Why she was there what she was doing and then for a few weeks she'd be free from it. Then like a cat in the night it would return to haunt her. Every dream the same. Wandering down the hallway in the strange dress in search of the melody and the player behind it. &lt;br /&gt; She pulled the comforter tightly around her as she desperately tried to find her way back into the dream world. The melody still lingered in the back of her mind making it near impossible for her to return to that blissful state of dreams and sleep.  She sighed and resigned herself to defeat. The comforter made its sounds of disappointment as she pulled it from her and sat up rubbing her eyes. With a small cat like stretch she crawled out of bed and made her way to the kitchen and the blissful ambrosia that is coffee. &lt;br /&gt; With the push of a button the lovely smell of coffee filled the small apartment. Satyanna shrugged her strap back over her shoulder and with her feet shuffling along the hard wood floors of the hallway, made her way to the bathroom and the cool tile floor. Starting the shower up she moved to grab the towel from the closet and turn to look at her self in the mirror. Again she looked as though she hadn't slept all night. Looked like another makeup day even though the heat index had other plans. She stepped into the hot water and let it wash away her negativity. Water was her element and it always calmed her after one of the dreams. She couldn't' quite find it in herself to call it a night mare when the melody was so tempting and lovely.  Nightmares were normally terrifying and had negative connotations.&lt;br /&gt; Saty looked up at the water and with a slight prayer of thanks to the element for its calming effects she promptly shut the it off.  She wrapped the towel around her just as the alarm on her phone notified her that it was promptly 7 am and she needed to be up. She laughed as she turn it off and moved to get her coffee with cream and sugar. The rest of her morning was the usual boring routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-1221671728264573509?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/1221671728264573509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/08/wip-or-wip-im-currently-exploring-in-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/1221671728264573509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/1221671728264573509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/08/wip-or-wip-im-currently-exploring-in-my.html' title='WIP or a WIP i&apos;m currently exploring in my head'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-9110042613547872703</id><published>2010-04-20T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:11:04.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Bottom</title><content type='html'>Another Saturday spent eating Doritos and watching Buffy. It was halfway through the bag when I realized that my life was deader than Spike and Angel. No friends usually means no life.  Now why couldn't I find a man who'd love me the way Spike and Angel loved Buffy. Why couldn't I find a love that would last and not take ever shred of dignity and strength I had left every time something went wrong. Maybe it was me. Maybe there was something wrong with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really that I minded being the “S” word, I just missed having things to do. When I'd gone all carreer woman I'd neglected my friends and family to the point that I had none. My parents had died 5 years ago in a car accident and since then I'd lost touch with both my sisters and my brother was M.I.A since the funeral, even to my sisters. Sitting in my bed I relized how much I missed them. I glanced at the alarm clock next to my bed and  groaned at the time. Insomnia really was the mistress of pain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawled out of bed, turned off the TV , slipped on my froggie slippers,(bunnies are too over rated), and continued to the living room and the light from my computer screen. I sat there and stared trying to decide whether to enter the World of Warcraft. Is this really what my saturdays had really come to?  Late night Buffy and World of Warcraft? My head hit the desk with a loud thud. This really was rock bottom.  Add to late nights at the bookstore and the four cats who slept on my bed currently and you had my life.  Again....thud.  I was utterly pathetic. And with that last thought sleep took over me and I fell under slumped against my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby. I like this beginning better than my other start :) too bad that no one reads my blog to tell me if tis good or not. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-9110042613547872703?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/9110042613547872703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/04/rock-bottom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/9110042613547872703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/9110042613547872703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/04/rock-bottom.html' title='Rock Bottom'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-6458915884960673673</id><published>2010-03-24T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:25:26.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugged</title><content type='html'>So, Monday morning around 1:25 am I was mugged at gun point by 2 black males around 6' and 6'2" tall. Sadly, I was always so sure that I'd be able to handle  myself in this situation due to all the self defense classes I'd taken at college and a church in young womens. I also, like most women, always thought "it will never happen to me I'm too cautious." I always did everything right. I never parked in the shadows. I always had my keys wrapped in my hands like brass knuckles with my car key out and ready. I never approached my passenger's side door first. I scanned the parking lot with my head held hight and alert. I keep kicking myself in the tush over how stupid I was Monday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stuffed up I couldn't sleep and the Nightquil never did anything for me other than made me drowsy. So, before I went mad I got in my car and went up to Kroger while Reggie was on his overnight shift. This of course has lulled me into a false sense of security and usually Its okay because Bernard the Security guy watches me go to my car. I parked under the tree on the Far right side of the parking lot by Reggie's car. Mistake number one of the night. I went in and bought tissues, decongestant and a Greek yogurt to try. I went to put them in the car since I was going to be in there for a little bit talking and keeping Reggie awake and I didn't want my yogurt  to go bad. I made it to my car. I had scanned ahead of me but not by where the keep the extra carts. Mistake number 2 for the night. However its only half a mistake as I did keep alert and scanned the parking lot just not the building. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake number 3 I didn't have my keys ready and I took precious time at my car fiddling with them. Again, I have never slipped up like that. I've always got my car key in between the two middle fingers. Mistake number four for the night...I went to the passenger side door which was full with a basket I was using for work. I didn't really have time to unlock the door when I noticed movement out of my peripherals. I'm good with peripherals but not good enough. I thought it was one of the homeless that I normally meet when I go up there that late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to say that I didn't have cash but he could have my yogurt if he wanted and noticed the first black male wearing a mask and had something pointed at me. I started Screaming like I was taught, hoping Reggie could hear me in side. Nope! As he grabbed my purse I noticed it looked like a paint ball gun so I swung my keys in my hands at him and screamed again. I screamed a third time as he wrenched my FAVORITE purse EVER out of my hand and ran away, I threw my keys at him as he ran and almost ran after him but thats when I noticed the taller black male who was bigger built than the one who took my purse so I just ran to the emergency exit of the store and pounded on it. Reggie met me at the front door and trembling I yelled that I'd been mugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked for the police number and after a minute or two of not finding it he tossed me my phone and told me to call 911 while he called his friend Johnny up to the front. I'm still not sure why. I think it was to have someone up there while he was busy with me to watch the front. I was calmed long enough to make the phone call but as soon as I hung up I was trembling and in utter duress. I couldn't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is officially the worst day of my life and I've lived through a house fire. *sigh* I pray daily that none of my friend male or female ever have that experience. I got a total of about 3 hours Monday and 3 hours Tuesday.  Tuesday before we went and saw Alice in Wonderland, I saw the detective to give my 3rd and final statement with a secretary present. The two Bastards are in custody, however, they can't really charge them with armed robbery due to no evidence. I'm hoping that the detective was able to go to Kroger and get the surveillance video and that he can arrest them for the right crime. They had robbed someone before me just up the road a bit and were in the process of a home invasion when the police apprehended them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the kicker, the Detective also told me that the "paint ball gun" I'd seen was actually a children's size 22 shot gun. It took about 5 hours for this to all settle in after a botched trip to the DMV, several minor arguments with a husband who doesn't quite understand what I was really going though, no sleep and the flu. I ended up in a near psychotic meltdown. So much for being fine :P Reggie was kind enough to listen to me babble on about how I was feeling. I think he finally understood where the mini break downs were coming from this after noon. Him not understanding why I was breaking down sobbing every five minutes is what lead to a lot of our arguments that day. I was also finally able to let out everything that I refused to say aloud. I really was wrong to say I was fine. I was physically fine but mentally I haven't really been. Just been putting up a strong face for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'm fine now. Really! I'm drained and not sure I'll be getting out in crowd's too much this week. I'm going to at least go to sacrament. I know there will be lots of ladies at church freaking out over me if I don't. I missed choir tonight, which Reggie didn't agree with, because I've been so drained today. I don't need to miss church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten anything back. Reggie said he'd take me to Walmart after he gets off tonight to look for a new purse when there shouldn't be anyone in the store. I know its irrational but when I'm out in public I feel like all eyes are scrutinizing my every move. *sigh* Well I guess thats about it. I'm sorry for putting if all out there but it does help me to write everything down. I would have done it Monday night but I wanted to wait till I did my final statement at the detective's office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-6458915884960673673?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6458915884960673673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/03/mugged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6458915884960673673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6458915884960673673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/03/mugged.html' title='Mugged'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-604705008581366964</id><published>2010-03-20T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:13:54.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak peak at Dark.</title><content type='html'>Still a major work in progress but I think its going to be good. Kind of a mix of Dresden files meets night world meets mediator meets dark angel. LOL hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      #2 Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jasmine looked out over the city from her apartment. The tinted windows made the sun bareable during the day. Most of the human race was busy racing down the streets of Atlanta. No one was even aware of the world that mingled among them. All the demons and vampires that mingled with the living. It was a world where myth and legend no longer existed. Everything could be explained in one fashion or another. There were few who would even consider that the paranormal existed. Jaz was one of those few.  She'd learned first hand about the undgerground world that  was , as her favorite author put it, the Night World. &lt;br /&gt; It had always amused her to no end that in a world who's best selling novels were about Vampires and Witches and Fae folk didn't believe what they were reading. She giggled as the thought of the reaction someone would have to realize that the pages in their books were closer to reality than their everyday life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-604705008581366964?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/604705008581366964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peak-at-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/604705008581366964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/604705008581366964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peak-at-dark.html' title='Sneak peak at Dark.'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-6344678057953960035</id><published>2010-03-17T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:17:36.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stale Cake.</title><content type='html'>So Reggie and I celebrated out anniversary early tonight and I pulled out the cake that I'd put up in a Tupperware container in the freezer like you are supposed to on the one year mark.....I think i'm going to be sick. When i pulled it out to defrost it there it wasn't freezer burned but it sure tasted like it was. This is probably the worst tradition I've ever tasted ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the nasty cake we had a good night. I fixed stuffed bake potatoes and some Sirloin steaks that the inlaws gave us from Omaha Steaks and we watched Family Guy's Something Something.....Dark Side. All in all it was a good evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow is gonna end up being my last day with the census bureau. Hopefully I'll be rehired in April or get a job with a local Children's Friend, daycare center. I keep praying for us. We've survived one year. Now for 60 more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-6344678057953960035?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6344678057953960035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/03/stale-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6344678057953960035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6344678057953960035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/03/stale-cake.html' title='Stale Cake.'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-6110343963195250535</id><published>2010-01-14T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:23:42.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>Introduction TAKE 2</title><content type='html'>Introduction:&lt;br /&gt;There I sat at the computer again. Staring at the screen like a zombie trying to figure out calculus. It never failed when I wanted to sleep I couldn't but when I didn't want to sleep I couldn't keep my eyes open. So here I sat doing nothing really. Just watching some mind numbing viral video on the internet. With a sigh, I turned to look at the clock again. Shit, work started in about 3 hours. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I was late opening up shop. It was my own place, I should be able to decide the hours if I really wanted to. However, I knew the regulars would be waiting for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed my chair back from the desk hitting the power button on my monitor and shutting down the computer. I reached down and petted Booger on behind the ears disturbing his nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well fine at least one of us can sleep." I grumbled to the black lab laying on the floor. "Go back to chasing the cat or bunny or what ever you were dreaming about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booger laid his head back down on the floor with a "humph" directed at me I assumed. I continued to get ready for work. There was no use going back to bed now, even though I could hear it screaming at me to lay beneath the silky satin of my sheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my giant beach towel I'd gotten from my last cruise with my best friend Sadie and continued to step into my shower. The warm water felt good against my skin. I smiled as the water dripped down my back and landed with little plinks against the tile floor. After several minutes of pure bliss I finally got back to what I was doing and made quick work of my shower. Wrapping up in my towel I went down to my kitchen to start some coffee. I would never make it through the day with out a nice strong cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way down my steps I caught a blissful scent of coffee. Bliss turned to alarm as I realized that I wasn't alone in my home. Looking down at my pale skin against the bright green of the towel my cheeks flushed. Here I was with the possibility of a stranger in my home and I was concerned about being seen in a towel that was definitely big enough to cover ever bit of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed silently back up into my room and quickly threw on the first sun dress I could find. Figuring one article of clothing would be quicker and more efficient than to find an outfit. Plus it was probably a good 80 degrees out side today. Dressed, I grabbed my giant flashlight from my night stand and proceeded down the stairs cautiously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I made my way to the kitchen I caught a wiff of Strawberry Sauce and ....no it couldn't be. As I stood in the kitchen door way I stopped. The flashlight fell to the floor with a loud thud. Booger sat at his feet wagging his tail. Apparently he figured out who it was long before I did. A soft purring drew my attention and I noticed my Ash was curled up in the window seal. He'd come back.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;                                      Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, my jaw sagging open, watching him gracefully turn over crepes like he used to do every Sunday morning. He paused as if knowing that I was watching him, then turned around and smiled. I, however, continued to stand there gawking like and idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keria!" He rushed over and hugged me tightly. "You're just in time. Go sit down I'll make you up a plate and a cup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still unable to speak I moved slowly to my dinning room table and sat down with a plop. Booger came and laid down at my feet like he always did. He knew when there would be food on the table. James brought me food and sat it down in front of me. The fresh smell of the crepes seemed to sap me out of what ever shock I was in. I looked down and took a deep breath. Oh how I'd missed his crepes with Strawberry goodness in side smothered with whipped cream on top. One bite could send you into a sugary coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When did you make it back in? I never heard you." I said finally to him as he sat down with his own plate and cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brilliant ear to ear smile appeared across his face that looked much like my own only more chiseled and more defined. "I'm a sneaky rogue remember?" He laughed a warm laughed that I'd missed so much since he'd been away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How was Oxford?" I asked still curious as to why he'd come back. Our parents were dead now and it was just him and me. There was no real reason for him to come back anymore. We were close but he truly hated it here in this small town. He'd gone over seas to better himself and to get out of here for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fantastic." He replied with his mouth full of strawberry goodness. "I graduated and was given a job at one of the top firms in London."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's fantastic but you didn't have to fly all the way out here just to tell me that." I said sweetly. I looked at him now. He looked so much like our father now. He'd grown up so much in the last eight years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I konw." He said simply enough. I knew better. My brother was up to something. "How's mom's shop? Business booming?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Last semester brought in a new bunch of regulars. I'm known for the best coffee around town up at the college." My little book store wasn't big but I carried what was in demand and had plenty of comfy chairs for reading. I also sold fresh coffee and pastry delights that I made my self. "Care to join me today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that can be arranged." He smiled at me as he finished off the last bite on his plate. I looked up when I heard the sound of my downstairs bathroom door close. She was beautiful. Tall and slender with dark brown hair and green eyes. She looked surprised to walk in and see me and James sitting at the kitchen table, plates empty, sipping on coffee. James smiled at her and nodded to her. The woman gracefully walked over and sat next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Ello." She said with a friendly smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blinked then looked from her to my brother. "Hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, Kiera this is Maggie. That's why I, I mean we, came back here. I've asked her to marry me." He smiled at me with the same smile that no longer belonged to my baby brother but to the man he'd become. He wrapped his arm around the girl and kissed her lightly on the cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock rang through my body which was followed by pure excitement. "Congrats!" I almost yelled at the two of them. I rushed to Maggie and gave her a very sisterly hug. "When?" I asked looking at my brother hoping for more details than I would probably get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed again. "I proposed on the way over here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Maggie's turn now. "I almost didn't believe it. He waited 10 hours into our flight." She looked exhausted now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed. "Yup thats James for ya. You look exhausted. Now that all the introductions are done why don't I show you to my guest room." And with that I showed her to James' old room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting her settled I made my way back to James who was still nursing his coffee at the table in the kitchen. I sat back down still grinning from the news. "I'm so happy for you James. I hope she's all that she appears." I wasn't sure why I'd stated that warning. It sounded weird as the words fell from my mouth. Maybe it was internal foreshadowing for what was to come. But that's another story. This was just the introduction, and for now the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I may continue later....but for now I think thats it. I'll move on to the next theme. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-6110343963195250535?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6110343963195250535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/01/introduction-take-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6110343963195250535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6110343963195250535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/01/introduction-take-2.html' title='Introduction TAKE 2'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-6640601102603563088</id><published>2010-01-14T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:03:30.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Story Challenge</title><content type='html'>Was going to start this along time ago but I've gotten the writing bugg again I think I'll start now. Anyone besides Jen want to try it with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous 100 picutre challenge has been revamped for all the writers out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make 100 stories, each story based on a theme. (One good list can be found at this [link] ) Each story should have ONE and only ONE theme to it, for it to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There is no time limit, so have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You may use whatever writing document you choose. Total word count for each story should be mentioned in the comments, or a journal. Set a personal word limit. Short stories generally run anywhere from 3,000-40,000 words. Don't worry if it's less than 3,000 words. It can be as long (or short) as you'd like to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-A) All stories should be original works. You may not edit old stories you've written, or others have written, or break any other rules set out in the DA etiquette policy. Your stories can be anything from satire and comedy to great literary pieces. Just have fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The list below is to be placed somewhere in your journal for others to see that......&lt;br /&gt;-A) You are participating in the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;-B) What you have completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Make sure to update this list and check off what is done and make a link to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) In the comments for your story, note if it is part of the list and what ONE theme it is, as well as the total word count. And because we're writers, if the connection to the theme isn't obvious, do explain how you used to the theme in the associated story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) These stories can be any genre, a mix of many, or each a seperate one. Don't feel restricted to using only one genre for all 100 stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your fingers fly, writers, and enjoy the 100 Story Challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Introduction [link]&lt;br /&gt;2. Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Light&lt;br /&gt;4. Dark&lt;br /&gt;5. Seeking Solace&lt;br /&gt;6. Break Away&lt;br /&gt;7. Heaven&lt;br /&gt;8. Innocence&lt;br /&gt;9. Drive&lt;br /&gt;10. Breathe Again&lt;br /&gt;11. Memory&lt;br /&gt;12. Insanity&lt;br /&gt;13. Misfortune&lt;br /&gt;14. Smile&lt;br /&gt;15. Silence&lt;br /&gt;16. Questioning&lt;br /&gt;17. Blood&lt;br /&gt;18. Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;19. Gray&lt;br /&gt;20. Fortitude&lt;br /&gt;21. Vacation&lt;br /&gt;22. Mother Nature&lt;br /&gt;23. Cat&lt;br /&gt;24. No Time&lt;br /&gt;25. Trouble Lurking&lt;br /&gt;26. Tears&lt;br /&gt;27. Foreign&lt;br /&gt;28. Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;29. Happiness&lt;br /&gt;30. Under the Rain&lt;br /&gt;31. Flowers&lt;br /&gt;32. Night&lt;br /&gt;33. Expectations&lt;br /&gt;34. Stars&lt;br /&gt;35. Hold My Hand&lt;br /&gt;36. Precious Treasure&lt;br /&gt;37. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;38. Abandoned&lt;br /&gt;39. Dreams&lt;br /&gt;40. Rated&lt;br /&gt;41. Teamwork&lt;br /&gt;42. Standing Still&lt;br /&gt;43. Dying&lt;br /&gt;44. Two Roads&lt;br /&gt;45. Illusion&lt;br /&gt;46. Family&lt;br /&gt;47. Creation&lt;br /&gt;48. Childhood&lt;br /&gt;49. Stripes&lt;br /&gt;50. Breaking the Rules&lt;br /&gt;51. Sport&lt;br /&gt;52. Deep in Thought&lt;br /&gt;53. Keeping a Secret&lt;br /&gt;54. Tower&lt;br /&gt;55. Waiting&lt;br /&gt;56. Danger Ahead&lt;br /&gt;57. Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;58. Kick in the Head&lt;br /&gt;59. No Way Out&lt;br /&gt;60. Rejection&lt;br /&gt;61. Fairy Tale&lt;br /&gt;62. Magic&lt;br /&gt;63. Do Not Disturb&lt;br /&gt;64. Multitasking&lt;br /&gt;65. Horror&lt;br /&gt;66. Traps&lt;br /&gt;67. Playing the Melody&lt;br /&gt;68. Hero&lt;br /&gt;69. Annoyance&lt;br /&gt;70. 67%&lt;br /&gt;71. Obsession&lt;br /&gt;72. Mischief Managed&lt;br /&gt;73. I Can't&lt;br /&gt;74. Are You Challenging Me?&lt;br /&gt;75. Mirror&lt;br /&gt;76. Broken Pieces&lt;br /&gt;77. Test&lt;br /&gt;78. Drink&lt;br /&gt;79. Starvation&lt;br /&gt;80. Words&lt;br /&gt;81. Pen and Paper&lt;br /&gt;82. Can You Hear Me?&lt;br /&gt;83. Heal&lt;br /&gt;84. Out Cold&lt;br /&gt;85. Spiral&lt;br /&gt;86. Seeing Red&lt;br /&gt;87. Food&lt;br /&gt;88. Pain&lt;br /&gt;89. Through the Fire&lt;br /&gt;90. Triangle&lt;br /&gt;91. Drowning&lt;br /&gt;92. All That I Have&lt;br /&gt;93. Give Up&lt;br /&gt;94. Last Hope&lt;br /&gt;95. Advertisement&lt;br /&gt;96. In the Storm&lt;br /&gt;97. Safety First&lt;br /&gt;98. Puzzle&lt;br /&gt;99. Solitude&lt;br /&gt;100. Relaxation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-6640601102603563088?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6640601102603563088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-story-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6640601102603563088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6640601102603563088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-story-challenge.html' title='100 Story Challenge'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-5265026766341425117</id><published>2010-01-14T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:17:59.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>I've been toying around with writing something for a while. I figured since I can't do anything with my  husband sleeping away for fear of waking him up with his grave yard shift looming over him I'd toy around with some thing. Not sure where it will lead, or what genre it will end up. Just going to sit down and write. We'll see what comes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *edit* So this is going to be for Introduction. And I do intend to finish it in my next post. I've Decided to entitle it so because even though the story isn't about introductions its my introduction as a writer again. It felt so good to write again. *edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Introduction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There I sat at the computer again. Staring at the screen like a zombie trying to figure out calculus. It never failed when I wanted to sleep I couldn't but when I didn't want to sleep I couldn't keep my eyes open. So here I sat doing nothing really. Just watching some mind numbing viral video on the internet. With a sigh, I turned to look at the clock again. Shit, work started in about 3 hours. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I was late opening up shop. It was my own place, I should be able to decide the hours if I really wanted to. However, I knew the regulars would be waiting for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed my chair back from the desk hitting the power button on my monitor and shutting down the computer. I reached down and petted Booger on behind the ears disturbing his nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well fine at least one of us can sleep." I grumbled to the black lab laying on the floor. "Go back to chasing the cat or bunny or what ever you were dreaming about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booger laid his head back down on the floor with a "humph" directed at me I assumed. I continued to get ready for work. There was no use going back to bed now, even though I could hear it screaming at me to lay beneath the silky satin of my sheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my giant beach towel I'd gotten from my last cruise with my best friend Sadie and continued to step into my shower. The warm water felt good against my skin. I smiled as the water dripped down my back and landed with little plinks against the tile floor. After several minutes of pure bliss I finally got back to what I was doing and made quick work of my shower. Wrapping up in my towel I went down to my kitchen to start some coffee. I would never make it through the day with out a nice strong cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way down my steps I caught a blissful scent of coffee. Bliss turned to alarm as I realized that I wasn't alone in my home. Looking down at my pale skin against the bright green of the towel my cheeks flushed. Here I was with the possibility of a stranger in my home and I was concerned about being seen in a towel that was definitely big enough to cover ever bit of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed silently back up into my room and quickly threw on the first sun dress I could find. Figuring one article of clothing would be quicker and more efficient than to find an outfit. Plus it was probably a good 80 degrees out side today. Dressed, I grabbed my giant flashlight from my night stand and proceeded down the stairs cautiously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I made my way to the kitchen I caught a wiff of Strawberry Sauce and ....no it couldn't be. As I stood in the kitchen door way I stopped. The flashlight fell to the floor with a loud thud. Booger sat at his feet wagging his tail. Apparently he figured out who it was long before I did. A soft purring drew my attention and I noticed my Ash was curled up in the window seal. He'd come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to shabby for not writing a damned thing in 3 years give or take. :) I may do exercises like this more. And maybe continue later :) But for now I need to take a movie back and start on Dinner. Let me know what you think :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-5265026766341425117?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/5265026766341425117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/01/goofing-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/5265026766341425117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/5265026766341425117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/01/goofing-around.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-9174809378441881776</id><published>2010-01-02T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:54:22.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>make Goals not Resolutions</title><content type='html'>So last Sunday at church they discussed not making resolutions because they tend to be over looked and just rushed on to the next year where you don't complete them then either. However, if you make goals that have realistic outcomes you will have a better chance at succeeding. So this year I'm making goals. In following with my best friend I'm only making a few small achievable goals instead of a lot that i know I won't be able to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be a better wife: I plan to work harder to keep my house cleaner and treat my husband better. I know I have the tendency to difficult and to cause more arguments than I settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Better my self: I 'm not going to set a weight loss goal because I know that just makes it harder for me to keep my goal. So I plan to start walking more and eating less. Natalie at one point told me that she used to walk the stairs in her house. Well we don't have any stairs inside but I want to try and do some stair stepping outside on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a job: I know this is going to be a hard goal to achieve but I know that something will come along if I keep my head held high and work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Visit my in laws more often: Visiting my mom more will be more difficult due to the gas but Reggie's parents live across the street and we rarely see them. Reggie and I have decided that we're going to try and go over there at least once a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spend more time together: We spend a lot of time in World of Warcraft together and we are always int he living room together but we don't really interact as much as we should. We're going to start eating in the kitchen at the table this year with out the TV on and the games turned off. No distractions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-9174809378441881776?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/9174809378441881776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/01/make-goals-not-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/9174809378441881776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/9174809378441881776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2010/01/make-goals-not-resolutions.html' title='make Goals not Resolutions'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-5930339646149680991</id><published>2009-12-29T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:46:27.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiZjdGJEI/AAAAAAAAAII/CLgabp6tKeA/s1600-h/100_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiZjdGJEI/AAAAAAAAAII/CLgabp6tKeA/s400/100_0982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420823661391520834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Our flannel Sheets :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiZEYLUnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/260OASfNOvA/s1600-h/100_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiZEYLUnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/260OASfNOvA/s400/100_0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420823653049389682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Bo playing with the wrapping paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiYoNy-II/AAAAAAAAAH4/LbaVuLycSQM/s1600-h/100_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiYoNy-II/AAAAAAAAAH4/LbaVuLycSQM/s400/100_0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420823645489657986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;My mom's beautiful wrapping jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiYPYOkAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z7ggtwxy97s/s1600-h/100_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiYPYOkAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z7ggtwxy97s/s400/100_0973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420823638822522882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Reggie and I at my moms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiXodPq8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Xqus0T4vu5k/s1600-h/100_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiXodPq8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Xqus0T4vu5k/s400/100_0963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420823628374584258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;My Mixer :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqgUR-3I9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/DfHfGFpFwas/s1600-h/100_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqgUR-3I9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/DfHfGFpFwas/s400/100_0960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420821371778704338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Reggie in his Pjs after work on Christmas Eve with his new Xbox 360.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqgT845WKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KXRrRwSmBS8/s1600-h/100_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqgT845WKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KXRrRwSmBS8/s400/100_0959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420821366116538530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STINK FACE!!!! If you have ever seen George Lopez's sitcom you'd understand that joke :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqgTYoLnBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QK4iCpkBWOQ/s1600-h/100_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqgTYoLnBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QK4iCpkBWOQ/s400/100_0943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420821356382755858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me getting artsy with my picture taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqgSye4MdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ok31CxJhA1w/s1600-h/100_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqgSye4MdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ok31CxJhA1w/s400/100_0955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420821346143187410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother in law got my father in law a trillogy of movies put on by this baptist chruch here in ga. Goooooood movies if you can get them in utah. Facing the Giants, Fireproof, and Fly Wheel.  Well she wrapped them then put them in a shirt box with lots of tissue paper then wrapped the shirt box so he didn't know what it was :) she also got him a blue ray player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqgScmZ7YI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VJbph4_-vHY/s1600-h/100_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqgScmZ7YI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VJbph4_-vHY/s400/100_0931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420821340269178242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;My mom's baby Bo Bo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqecubGXYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_IGJcoqSxJU/s1600-h/100_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqecubGXYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_IGJcoqSxJU/s400/100_0953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420819317829033346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;My mother in law's dauchound Toby playing with his christmas stocking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqecEoYe_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/nhZdRssWJpQ/s1600-h/100_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqecEoYe_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/nhZdRssWJpQ/s400/100_0946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420819306610457586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Reggie and I on Christmas eve.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqebiQ1NoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/74TYKADVWDI/s1600-h/100_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqebiQ1NoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/74TYKADVWDI/s400/100_0944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420819297384871554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Our Christmas Tree.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqebNiybiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KrjxPKqznqU/s1600-h/100_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqebNiybiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KrjxPKqznqU/s400/100_0937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420819291823042082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me before the Church's Christmas program. The choir sang: Guard him Joseph, Were you there on that Christmas Morning?, Angels we have heard on high, and Once in Royal David City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Szqea1e1yAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/I2e3gI5nTKE/s1600-h/100_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Szqea1e1yAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/I2e3gI5nTKE/s400/100_0941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420819285364033538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             Our ornament for this year. Its our First Married Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-5930339646149680991?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/5930339646149680991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-flannel-sheets-bo-playing-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/5930339646149680991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/5930339646149680991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-flannel-sheets-bo-playing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SzqiZjdGJEI/AAAAAAAAAII/CLgabp6tKeA/s72-c/100_0982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-3421715239640023367</id><published>2009-12-29T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:23:43.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays</title><content type='html'>So I really suck at blogging but I really haven't had anything to blog about that wouldn't sound like me whining and being all depressed. It just makes me more depressed. However, we've had a good few months. Things haven 't really gotten better financially but the church has been so wonderful in helping us. I don't know what I would have done with out the lord stepping in and allowing for us to have the help that we needed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving was good. Reggie and I managed to find a 15 pound turkey for 6 dollars. Yes you read that right SIX dollars. If that wasn't a gift from god I don't know what is :) Reggie's dad fried it up Cajun ( that doesn't look right but that's how spell check says its spelled) and it was So delicious. It was a good day with the in laws.  I truly love my mother in law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve was spent with my in laws. We opened our gifts and ate a ham dinner. Its amazing just how wonderful a small Christmas is. I really thought that Christmas was going to be such a downer since Reggie and I couldn't give gifts this year but in fact, I almost think it was the best Christmas I've had in a long time. I really had a wonderful holiday.  Reggie got his Xbox 360 from his mother and I got a Kitchen Aide mixer. OMG I don't know how I ever baked with out one :)  We also got a nice set of sheets from her as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas morning we went up to my mothers not expecting any gifts either since my mother had stated that she wasn't doing any gifts  but I should have known better. We got 2 nice sets of Flannel sheets and a mattress cover from her and 2 puzzles. Then she also got reggie some nice fleece pj pants and I got a cute little bunnie stuffie and some cat scrapbook stickers.  Then after opening presents we went out to a movie. We wanted so badly to see avatar in IMAX 3D but it was all sold out so we settled for The Blind Side. But in my opinion we didn't settle. Oh it was such a good movie. Its definitely one I have to buy when it comes out if we are able. Sandra Bullock did such a wonderful job. She really deserves that Oscar. I definitely suggest it if you can get a babysitter and go see it . I really want to meet him and that woman just so I can hug them. It was one of those feel good movies. We laughed a lot and cried a lot :)  After the movie was over we headed home to have Stroganoff and funeral Potatoes  for dinner and to open presents from my aunt Trudy. She got me these really funny looking but oh so warm spa booties slippers with these gel inserts that you can warm up in the microwave or freeze in the freezer to help with foot pain, soft socks, an angel  snow globe and the Goonies on dvd.  She also got us a 30 dollar Kroger gift card which came in handy for Reggie's birthday dinner coming up on Sunday.  I also got Reggie some Transformer Pajamas and he got me some Penguin Pajamas :) I'll have to get a picture of us in our jammies some time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After listing all the loot we got this year it seems like we got a lot more than I originally thought but it was still a small Christmas filled with family and warmth.  Today while Reggie and I were out with my mother in law, Sister Perkins said that because her family new that Christmas wasn't going to be much this year they were able to appreciate things more. And I think she was right. I found that this year I appreciated the time I spent with my mother in law and my own mother so much more than I have in the past.  I loved my gifts but I think even if I hadn't had them that I'd have enjoyed my self the same amount. It was a good end of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my mother in law took us out and paid our tags for Reggie's birthday and proceeded to spoil us rotten.  Reggie also got 2 games for his xbox, Dragon Age Origins and MM2. I also got a Vera for my birthday since the color she was going to get me was retiring so she had to get it today. I'm not complaining, I just hate seeing the cute colors going away.  Bye bye Raspberry Fizz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday is also Reggie's birthday. I'm making home made lasagna. He's super excited. Surprisingly more so about the lasagna than the red velvet cake I'm making as well LOL.  Also while at lunch with his mother he got a phone call from Kroger, he'll be working 2 extra days starting next week. Its the 11 pm to 7 am shift but thats about 15 extra hours he'll be getting  on top of the 12 he's been getting when they don't take them away from him. So thats about 27 hours a week. Only 3 hours away from full time. Who knows maybe he'll show him self enough that soon he'll be full time. Wouldn't that be nice. Well my next post will be pictures from Christmas. I'm sorry this has been a boring blog  but I figured at least its not a depressed blog and I have some good things to say finally. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-3421715239640023367?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/3421715239640023367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3421715239640023367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3421715239640023367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html' title='The Holidays'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-5825796608326073604</id><published>2009-07-09T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:04:41.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>non one line update</title><content type='html'>I guess I should up date the blog and let you all know whats been going on with me and Reggie. Its been forever since I have even thought about blogging. Mainly due to the fact that its been really tough here for us lately. I am haveing a hard time believing that there is something for us in this world other than utter misery. But I've got to have faith and stick to the grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie has found work with his father doing a horrible inventory job. I say horrible and I mean it.  Honestly if he could find something else he'd be dropping it like that.  His schedule is so off the rocker that I never know when I'm gonna see him for dinner or if I'm going to see him at all for several days. They do alot of Lowe's in the Carolina's. We are doing our best though. Even though its been tough not being able to always sit down and talk but I think that we've decided that we need to set aside time to do this. SO like we should have been doing before, the lack there of being that we were too lazy, we're going to be moving dinner from infront of the computers to sitting down at the kitchen....sorry DINING room table. I think I'm also gonna try and get him to go to the river walk with me once a week with our dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't found anything on the job front. I'm hoping that I can get on with one of the school districts around here as either a teacher's aide or a substitute teacher. My mother has also told me that she'd help out in trying to get me back into college to finish my associate's degree. I'm going to apply here at Macon State. I figure if I can get in and get student loans that will help us out until I can get my GACE Certification and I can "leagally" start teaching. It may only be pre-k but it would be in the career path that I've chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get reggie to consider moving to a new location and trying to start anew but I know that is not a possibility right now, finacially as well as the fact that both of us are close to our families and of course the pet problem. &gt;.&lt; It would be hard to find an apartment that would allow our whole family to live there.  And I know it would be hard for me to sacrifice my babies but I think it would be harder on Reggie. He cringes at the thought everytime it gets brought up. But for right now they don't eat much and we can afford them. We charish all the love we recieve from them. I know I can only speak for myself on this but I know with out the love of my animals I really don't know how I'd have made it this far. I love my husband but he's not the best under stress, but neither am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my mother in law gave us our christmas in july. She couldn't wait to give Reggie and his dad theirs. They both got a GPS system. Its nice. Its a Moterolla and it even says the name of the street not just Turn Right in 1 mile. Its nice :) I got my Vera Bradley I've been waning so badly. Its the Rasberry Fizz. Its small which is what I wanted. My old purse was so bulky. I loved it but it wasn't practical for everyday use. I kept knocking stuff over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post pictures but that will probably be Saturday evening. I have a really nice one that I LOVE but because reggie's teeth are showing and I know how he is about them I won't post it. I'll wait till he gets his hair trimmed and then I'll get a picture of the two of us. and post up an updated one with our short hair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-5825796608326073604?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/5825796608326073604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/07/non-one-line-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/5825796608326073604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/5825796608326073604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/07/non-one-line-update.html' title='non one line update'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-8060263076378847025</id><published>2009-07-08T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:20:14.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no offense inteded</title><content type='html'>I just saw this quote and thought it was hilarious. it made me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is like candy.  You should throw away the rappers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-8060263076378847025?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/8060263076378847025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-offense-inteded.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/8060263076378847025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/8060263076378847025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-offense-inteded.html' title='no offense inteded'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-6698757804937958152</id><published>2009-05-19T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:02:24.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/ShNkrt5oSnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/D95AKvpD2wg/s1600-h/100_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/ShNkrt5oSnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/D95AKvpD2wg/s320/100_0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie's new hair cut :)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/114276865689082423-6698757804937958152?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6698757804937958152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/05/reggies-new-hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6698757804937958152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6698757804937958152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/05/reggies-new-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/ShNkrt5oSnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/D95AKvpD2wg/s72-c/100_0709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-3055605252053815821</id><published>2009-04-02T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:46:29.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I finally broke down tonight and emailed several Dentists about the tooth I broke about 2 years back. I've babied it but have still managed to get a sever cavity in the tooth. I just feel so worthless for asking for charity from anyone like that. Well I guess it really isn't' charity. I offered to work in the office as payment. I'd try a payment plan if we could afford it but with both of us still out of work that's nearly impossible. I don't even know how we've managed to pull through the last few months.  We wouldn't' be married right now if my mother hadn't stepped in and helped us out in the end. I'd just deal with it until we found something but the pain has gotten to the point where it hurts to swallow. I may just end up having it pulled. It will look funny since its my left bottom canine but I can manage looking silly just as long as the pain stops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting discouraged. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we think we'll pull out on top something gets pulled out from under us.  I feel as though I'm cursed. We finally got out of the nasty apartments and into a nice house only to have Reggie lose his job.  I got the job of my dreams and just when I was starting to enjoy it and get good at it, it ends. And now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we think that something just might go our way, everything goes to hell in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hand basket&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; what to do really.  I'd ask for help from the church but I'd feel horrible since I haven't been in so long. I need to start going again. I know I do but its so hard when you know that you need to save every last drop of gas for Reggie in case he gets that interveiw or incase I get called for a babysitting job or interview and the church is so far away. I really just feel like I've been abandoned. I know he's suposed to challenge us here on earth but at one point isn't it suposed to get better? Aren't you suposed to earn some time when the challenges aren't so burdoning? I'm at my wits end. I'm crying again when I should be happy that I'm with the most wonderful man god could allow me to have. And just when I think that blessing will pull me through something else goes wrong.   I'd like to say atleast it can't get worse but I know it can. I had a control on my depression and ever since I lost my job in october I keep slipping further and further and I find it harder to bring myself back up. I feel so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for putting this out there for all of you to read but I needed to get this off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-3055605252053815821?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/3055605252053815821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-finally-broke-down-tonight-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3055605252053815821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3055605252053815821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-finally-broke-down-tonight-and.html' title=''/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-4813228688392245207</id><published>2009-03-27T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:10:37.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 20-21, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sc14pq0Iz7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ys0Q6LBa1no/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sc14pq0Iz7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ys0Q6LBa1no/s320/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A picture of our rings taken by my father in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sc14p05GlhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GkAH-jpUlV0/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sc14p05GlhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GkAH-jpUlV0/s320/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A picture of us with our mothers. Joyce, Reggie, Me and Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sc14qO67YFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rVEnJaqZkSU/s1600-h/100_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sc14qO67YFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rVEnJaqZkSU/s320/100_0070.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A picture of us. Now how did we manage to both close our eyes LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sc14qK3PfvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/igsx1FD-Rd4/s1600-h/100_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sc14qK3PfvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/igsx1FD-Rd4/s320/100_0081.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&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/114276865689082423-4813228688392245207?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/4813228688392245207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-20-21-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/4813228688392245207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/4813228688392245207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-20-21-2009.html' title='March 20-21, 2009'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sc14pq0Iz7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ys0Q6LBa1no/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-1943181527922663750</id><published>2009-03-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:19:54.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sb_puMC4o1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hQPiw1iJR8c/s1600-h/_MG_7495.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/Sb_puMC4o1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hQPiw1iJR8c/s320/_MG_7495.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' 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type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;4DAYS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-1483090567103105323?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/1483090567103105323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/03/4days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/1483090567103105323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/1483090567103105323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/03/4days.html' title=''/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-1459484896222883040</id><published>2009-03-13T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:45:07.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:680%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;6 days!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-1459484896222883040?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/1459484896222883040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/03/6-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/1459484896222883040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/1459484896222883040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/03/6-days.html' title=''/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-4549788232356764015</id><published>2009-03-08T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:09:53.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blues and the uppers</title><content type='html'>Well Reggie and I are getting married in less than two weeks. I'm very excited but bumbed at the same time. I am one of those people who wants everyone to be happy and its hard when you can't please everyone.  My mom is throwing Reggie and I something up at her place; however, about 20 people down here won't be able to make it up there and I knew that from the start of things. Reggie and I had planned on doing something down here but alas one bad thing after another seems to be happening and now we don't have the money to feed 20 people. Then i thought we could do a dinner and have people pay their way and go someplace simple and cheapish like golden corral. And yes I know its like only 10 dollars a person but with the way things are right now, I dont' think Reggie and I could even afford that. It just really stinks that we can't have something going on down here for his side of the family. We'll probably have dinner at his parents house for his two best friends my two best friends  and my mom after the wedding but it still stinks. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, a lot of friends that I haven't seen since highschool will be there and my best friend is flying in from Utah to spend the weekend and the first part of the week with us. I wish she could have stayed out her longer than 5 days but timing just really sucks. But atleast she'll be here that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie still hasn't found a job. He had an interview that was promising but they never called him back and he hasn't heard anything from anywhere else that he's applied. It really is upsetting but I know somewhere in my heart that something will come up soon enough. I also haven't heard anything from anywhere and it seems like the bills keep stacking up. I really hope that Reggie and I will make it through. Its putting a lot of strain on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it for the news. I'll probably be Mrs. Kincaid next time I sit down to blog. I'm bad abou that. Laters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In game related news, we managed to clear a Raid. That was pretty impressive for us this week. my toon on the game is so well geared it sucks that we probably won't be raiding again for a while :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-4549788232356764015?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/4549788232356764015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/03/blues-and-uppers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/4549788232356764015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/4549788232356764015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/03/blues-and-uppers.html' title='The blues and the uppers'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-4066748928840757530</id><published>2009-02-20T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:53:48.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE ATE MY MUFFINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You know its really sad when the 2 and 3 year old that I watched have more manners than a 25 year old man. HE ATE MY MUFFINS WITHOUT ASKING!!!!!!! I made six muffins for breakfast this morning i got to eat 2 of the six. I though hey I'll wait and eat them on my way to ATL to visit my mother. but NO!!!!!!! Reggie's friend came over today and ATE THEM!!!!! He doesn't even ask reggie and I anymore he just takes. OMG!!! he doesn't even ask before coming over he just shows up and expects us to be here with nothing better to do than do what he wants. OMG! GAH!!!!!!!!!!! atleast the 2  year old I babysat asked before he took something. THATS SAD. I mean I konw its just muffins but its other stuff too. But right now this is what I"m aggitated about. so therefore I must blogg.!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS* Before I get mauled about sharing. I would have gladly allowed him like 2 of them if he had asked.  I want my strawberry cheesecake muffins. That was my only batch because I can't find the mix anymore :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-4066748928840757530?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/4066748928840757530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-ate-my-muffins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/4066748928840757530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/4066748928840757530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-ate-my-muffins.html' title='HE ATE MY MUFFINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-517506316698710566</id><published>2009-02-19T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:46:14.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my last day at this job. I'm bumbed out. I really enjoyed the job ; however, this has definitely shown me that I want to  work with children. I am really going to miss the boys. I'll still baby sit everyonce in a while but it won't be the same. :( *sigh* i'm going to look for stuff for my open house  at my mothers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-517506316698710566?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/517506316698710566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/02/tomorrow-is-my-last-day-at-this-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/517506316698710566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/517506316698710566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/02/tomorrow-is-my-last-day-at-this-job.html' title=''/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-3726221011466470065</id><published>2009-02-16T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:27:27.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffage updates!</title><content type='html'>I found out on Friday that the boys will be going back to day care on the 23rd.  I'm really rather depressed about it because I was so happy and enjoying this job. I'm going to keep looking for something similar. Alot of day cares around in the area have raised their rates due to the economy and hard times. Which to me seems wrong. The economy is bad so you're going to raise the rates and make the parents pay more? That doesn't seem right to me. But eh. Maybe someone will be willing to have an in house nanny for cheap. 180 a week for 2 kids is cheap right? Reggie's best friend said he knew a couple who were looking in Milledgeville so hopefully they haven't found someone and I'll get a call from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie and I went up to visit my mother this weekend. It was a very nice weekend. My aunt and I went looking around for a dress for me to wear to the court house and the open houses. I found a few that I really liked but no purchase yet. I'm gonna check macy's before I decide. We also got the paper to start with the announcements and the invitations. Tiffany, you'll be getting one because mom has your address. I was hoping that you'd be able to make it out with the kids but I understand if you can't.  Natalie, If you'd like an announcement let me know your address in an email.  They should be really cute. We spent about 2 hours taking pictures out side. Some of them were modled from Natalie's and Jay's. (We're still trying to figure a way to do the silloette.) I'm thinking I may have to do some photoshop magik :) I'm not allowed to post any of them on the blog till we decide on the definate choice...or after the wedding. I'm not sure but Reggie threatened my mint chocolate ice cream pints :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just going to the justice of the peace then we're going to do a dinner here in Macon and then have a big who-haw in Powder Springs at my mothers place for the friends i have up in ATL area. It should be really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm gonna go play world of warcraft for about 30 minutes before bed while my clothes dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-3726221011466470065?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/3726221011466470065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuffage-updates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3726221011466470065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3726221011466470065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuffage-updates.html' title='Stuffage updates!'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-1170580468153586591</id><published>2009-02-02T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:40:40.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>Well Reggie has been out of work for a week now. Still no word on anything yet. But its not that bad he's got about 3 months worth of severance and they are paying it out like his usual pay schedule :) MY job is still wonderful. I'm enjoying the time with the boys. They are alot of fun. Reggie and I are getting married in less than two months and I'm so excited. I haven't had much time for games lately which is okay. I'm keeping busy other ways :). I'll do a more thorough update later we're actually spending some time tonight together which is nice. laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-1170580468153586591?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/1170580468153586591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/1170580468153586591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/1170580468153586591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-2697818255288086359</id><published>2009-01-12T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:19:41.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I saw this in a friends blog and thought that I would do it...to kill some time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tag anyone else who wants to share...Just paste this list into your blog and bold the ones that you HAVE done, and unbold any I have done that you have NOT... (I changed the font size also on the ones I bolded.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have done 46 out of 100... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have done everything that is in big, bold letters . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visited Hawaii &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched a meteor shower &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been to Disneyland &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bungie Jumped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adopted a child &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grown your own vegetables &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seen the Mona Lisa in France &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept on an overnight train &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitch-hiked &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run a marathon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ridden in a gondola in Venice &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seen a total eclipse &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hit a home run &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seen Niagara falls in person &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seen an Amish Community&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taught yourself a new language &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seen Michelangelo's David &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Africa&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been transported in an ambulance &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt; (sketched but i think it counts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone deep sea fishing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seen the Sistine Chapel in person &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been to the top of the Eifflel Tower in Paris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been in a movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited the Great Wall of China &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started a business &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taken a martial arts class &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Russia &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Served at a soup kitchen &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone whale watching &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone sky diving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone to a Nazi concentration camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bounced a check &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eaten caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stood in Times Square &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toured the Everglades &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seen the Changing of the Guards in London &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broken a bone&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Published a book &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited the Vatican &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked in Jerusalem &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the entire bible&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visited the white house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had chicken pox&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saved someone's life &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat on a jury &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met some one famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flown in an airplane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seen the Alamo in person&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swam in the Great Salt Lake &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been involved in a law suit &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-2697818255288086359?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/2697818255288086359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/2697818255288086359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/2697818255288086359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-hey.html' title='what the hey!'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-3680248732711327383</id><published>2009-01-08T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:31:13.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reggie's New Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPPiiovGI/AAAAAAAAADw/R21o8y1UJaU/s1600-h/100_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPPiiovGI/AAAAAAAAADw/R21o8y1UJaU/s400/100_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142678270295138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being annoyed at reggie for taking the picture. I know I've lost about 20 lbs but when I see the pictures of me now I don't see a difference. I'll fish out an old picture for ya'll to see. Also on Myspace I'm thinking of keeping a picture folder to see my progress. www. myspace.com/gckitten0323. I'd like to be a size 18 or 16 by the time Reggie and I decide to have kids or December of this year...which ever comes first. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPPLndnRI/AAAAAAAAADo/a5BxzWiBcEY/s1600-h/100_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPPLndnRI/AAAAAAAAADo/a5BxzWiBcEY/s400/100_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142672116522258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our New house. I love it. :) oh and our focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPOsUSIBI/AAAAAAAAADg/becEOrWurZU/s1600-h/100_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPOsUSIBI/AAAAAAAAADg/becEOrWurZU/s400/100_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142663714578450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very sexy man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPN71W_0I/AAAAAAAAADY/NZH2CIjK3kc/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPN71W_0I/AAAAAAAAADY/NZH2CIjK3kc/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142650699972418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again here he is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPNZJLmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xwkKd-5HH0Y/s1600-h/100_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPNZJLmFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xwkKd-5HH0Y/s400/100_0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142641387870290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog that belongs to the family that I work for. Lizzy is soooo cute :) I wish i could bring her home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbQ1r2B_xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O4WEh02drp4/s1600-h/100_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbQ1r2B_xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O4WEh02drp4/s400/100_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144433114218258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my baby Acheron. Ash for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbQ1ShevMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4jtnIA4_TvQ/s1600-h/100_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbQ1ShevMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4jtnIA4_TvQ/s400/100_0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144426317135042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash giving me kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbSc9tBooI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OFkh2yQvAcg/s1600-h/100_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbSc9tBooI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OFkh2yQvAcg/s400/100_0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289146207434809986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A creative endeavor with ash...i missed his face &gt;., but it still looks wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbSe8NmPXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/s-pO17yyccc/s1600-h/Mace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbSe8NmPXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/s-pO17yyccc/s400/Mace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289146241394294130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baby Mace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbSedahAUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WIXRTe1WhJ8/s1600-h/100_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbSedahAUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WIXRTe1WhJ8/s400/100_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289146233126977858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbSdNLLfmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1YK4sXfbp68/s1600-h/100_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbSdNLLfmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1YK4sXfbp68/s400/100_0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289146211587817058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie's baby Boots :) my tuxedo kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbQ0YVls6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/iL8NYg38Mwc/s1600-h/100_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbQ0YVls6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/iL8NYg38Mwc/s400/100_0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144410698003362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our christmas lights :) pretty good for packing tape holding them up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbQ1LHjaSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PRVD_flN-vo/s1600-h/100_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbQ1LHjaSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PRVD_flN-vo/s400/100_0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144424329341218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not this is also our christmas lights :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbQ0gq9E2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/F7XGkDUdzi8/s1600-h/100_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbQ0gq9E2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/F7XGkDUdzi8/s400/100_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144412935099234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again our christmas lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-3680248732711327383?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/3680248732711327383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/01/reggies-new-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3680248732711327383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3680248732711327383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2009/01/reggies-new-camera.html' title='Reggie&apos;s New Camera'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SWbPPiiovGI/AAAAAAAAADw/R21o8y1UJaU/s72-c/100_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-8552301037092358513</id><published>2008-12-30T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:19:34.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mother in me...</title><content type='html'>So this new job is WONDERFUL! I couldn't ask for a better job. I feel bad though because I'm not able to teach them as much as I'd like due to their attention span but I'll take what I can get from two Toddler Boys in their Terrible 2s and 3s.  Today was better than Monday though.  Monday they pushed and pushed and pushed my buttons but I made it through and today was like cake and they were the boys I always babysit. I love them so much.  There is only one problem....My wow is suffering. I know I know...I shouldn't care about a game LOL but it sucks because I have 5 hours to myself to have the computer but tonight and last night I'm so exhausted that I'm crashing in my food! I managed to stay awake to visit with family last night but passed out at midnight.  And to night whew I'm making mistakes left and right while typing because my eyes are drooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job has also made me aware of just how much I'm ready for mother hood as well as just how much I"m not ready, if that makes any sense to anyone but me. I love the taking care of the boys. Its so rewarding and wonderful but by golly I have so much trouble keeping up with them.  Its not even the patience thing. I've got that down pat. But I really have to work on my health first and fore most. Its killing me running around playing tickle monster but then again I'm also working to keep myself from sliding on the hard wood floor so its alot more energy.  Thats another blessing in disguise. I"m going to lose sooooo much weight at this job.  Not just from the high energy activities but also because I'm eating more than once a day :). No more sumo wrassler diet for me :) I've already lost 20 lbs since christmas by just slowing down when I eat and actually chewing my food. Also I"ve started to cut back on my caffinated beverages and sugar intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something else that I've decided. Reggie and I are waiting till i can be a stay at home mom. There is no way I could do the mom thing and work. Two boys, or rather children, is more work than an 8 hour retail job sheesh.  But I've gotten them to where all i have to do is start counting and they stop what they are doing that they know is bad :). I'm going to enjoy this job till april :). Whish me luck with 1, 2 buckle my shoe and 10 little indians tomorrow :) oh and the loverly joy of making pizza with them. Gonna teach them ovals with it. Or maybe we could make an octagon pizza. Daniel is doing so well with that shape :) I think its his favorite. he points it out everywhere. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm going to bed now. I'm sure this blog makes not sense to anyone but me but hey i'm tired and thats my exuse...whats yours *giggle* jk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-8552301037092358513?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/8552301037092358513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/mother-in-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/8552301037092358513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/8552301037092358513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/mother-in-me.html' title='The mother in me...'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-3748319025549443420</id><published>2008-12-29T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:27:53.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are an insomniac when...</title><content type='html'>when you have to get up at 6 am and its 3 am and you aren't even remotely sleepy. *sigh* Well I guess I can post a smidget of a blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures of reggie and I this christmas. Hopefully we'll have enough to set aside soon for some professional pics. We haven't even gotten our engagement photos yet...I'm hoping we can go to a decent place for pictures and get some more poses than the normal ones they do at wally world. Don't get me wrong I've had some beautiful pictures at walmart but...I want some extrodinarily good pictures for these ones since they will be our first professional ones together. :) Anyway here are some we took with Reggie's phone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViI-G5Xq0I/AAAAAAAAACo/5iPxWwh1gFI/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViI-G5Xq0I/AAAAAAAAACo/5iPxWwh1gFI/s400/happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285124763303783234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we're not drunk..Actually I was in a bad mood when we took these and this was his way of actually getting me to smile in a picture...how sweet huh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViI99-h6VI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZKrV4RAW_8g/s1600-h/l_8425462fa57b4a8ea30881b51eaed5c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViI99-h6VI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZKrV4RAW_8g/s400/l_8425462fa57b4a8ea30881b51eaed5c7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285124760909506898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trying to actually look decent ina photo. My hair looks like crap :*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViI9wYHkaI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q3fyQZYn3UY/s1600-h/loveofmylife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViI9wYHkaI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q3fyQZYn3UY/s400/loveofmylife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285124757258736034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life :) He's the best man I have ever been with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViI9tPG3tI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rk_PmU1QXrE/s1600-h/ourtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViI9tPG3tI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rk_PmU1QXrE/s400/ourtree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285124756415635154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cute little tree. Its so pretty you can't really tell here. I wish we had a digi camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViJuK1v3oI/AAAAAAAAADA/2OSqMlrTSYA/s1600-h/regpulp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViJuK1v3oI/AAAAAAAAADA/2OSqMlrTSYA/s400/regpulp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285125588996054658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had too much free time LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViJtnfI5wI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5tuBI1e--Ck/s1600-h/obieregggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViJtnfI5wI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5tuBI1e--Ck/s400/obieregggie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285125579505985282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this one turned out nice :) and its his favorite movie too so now he's my jedi master :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-3748319025549443420?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/3748319025549443420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-you-are-insomniac-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3748319025549443420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3748319025549443420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-you-are-insomniac-when.html' title='You know you are an insomniac when...'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SViI-G5Xq0I/AAAAAAAAACo/5iPxWwh1gFI/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-5797701002230181337</id><published>2008-12-28T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:53:00.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiousness</title><content type='html'>Well I start my new job bright and early tomorrow morning. I'm so excited. I can't wait. But thats not what I wanted to blog about...dun dun dun. I just found out that there is a tenth night world book that might have been published in 2006 called Strange fate by LJ smith and I can't find it anywhere. If by chance someone stumbles across this blog and knows of a place to find it or knows if the 2006 date never followed through let me know. I"m soooooooo P.O.ed right now.  I want to know who makes it out of the apoclolyps if anyone does. GRRRR... don't you hate that about series when they stop abruptly? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and natalie thanks for the comment. Its making me think. I did read it and it helped alot thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-5797701002230181337?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/5797701002230181337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/anxiousness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/5797701002230181337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/5797701002230181337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/anxiousness.html' title='Anxiousness'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-1080176152244536809</id><published>2008-12-24T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:48:24.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:250;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Merry &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Yule!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry Winter Solstice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;u &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; d&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1525/1525299hl2vtjiahq.gif" width="381" border="0" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="_blank"&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-1080176152244536809?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/1080176152244536809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-happy-yule-merry-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/1080176152244536809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/1080176152244536809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-happy-yule-merry-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-4162386664762418598</id><published>2008-12-22T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:33:28.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking. Yes I know, not something I do a lot. (jk inside joke with my fiance.) And I realized just how many people I've known through out my 22 years of existence and then I realized just how many of those people I still know and talk to  to day.  I started thinking about all the people I thought I would have in my life forever and just how fleeting their moment in the movie of my life was. I started thinking of old friends who haven't taken the time to find me online, old boyfriends, and old enemies.  I started thinking alot about that phrase "what if" a lot as well.  Its really amazing when you follow that thought through to think of how your life would have changed.  If I hadn't moved to Georgia, would I have ever met my fiance? Or would I have made a life with someone in Utah? Or would I have grown old next to my best friend as old betty's with 100 cats to keep us company? So many out comes to think about.  There are so many people in my life that I'm greatful for and so many things I wouldn't change.  There are also people who were in my life who I some times think about and wonder how they are and what they are doing.  Its just a sobering thought when you think about it.  All the friends I had in College that I thought  would be in my life for years really only lasted a year or two. I managed to get away from my college expirence with one friend.  When I was in Highschool and Jr. High I coudln't even begin to count the number of friends I had that I thought were close to me, and now I can count on one hand.  (Tia you are on that hand don't worry :)  and Natalie I'd like to think that you are there too. I wish I knew you and your family better. And I'll say this again for the hundreth time. Copeland is way too cute for his own good :)) I guess this all comes from being alone where I am. I don't have anyone to go out with and have a girls night out. I guess I could go out with Reggie's friend Lizzy but then I usually feel like she's just doing him a favor.  Its just really lonely here.  Maybe I should join a book club or some thing when we get on our feet.  Who knows. Maybe I'm just destined to be by myself save for my family. Which  hoping its in gods plan will start expanding next year. I really hope Reggie can find a goooooood job. Here's hoping next Christmas I'm writing about my pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all who actually read this and Have a wonderful new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-4162386664762418598?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/4162386664762418598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/4162386664762418598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/4162386664762418598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-6329471542126145867</id><published>2008-12-21T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:14:55.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world of warcraft'/><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SU6_UUvI-LI/AAAAAAAAABY/3h4mHWeTdtQ/s1600-h/80+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SU6_UUvI-LI/AAAAAAAAABY/3h4mHWeTdtQ/s400/80+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282369768836888754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SU6_isoKYII/AAAAAAAAABg/OUPnBS2StKY/s1600-h/adfhadf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SU6_isoKYII/AAAAAAAAABg/OUPnBS2StKY/s400/adfhadf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282370015768240258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it. After most of my guild hit 80 but still I finally got those last 10 levels. I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-6329471542126145867?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6329471542126145867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6329471542126145867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/6329471542126145867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/SU6_UUvI-LI/AAAAAAAAABY/3h4mHWeTdtQ/s72-c/80+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-3295959575945384273</id><published>2008-12-19T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:34:21.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new job..and an old one lost....</title><content type='html'>Well I finally found a job after I've been looking since October. I'll be 'homeschooling' two toddlers. Garrett who is 2 and Daniel who is 3 1/2. Apparently their pre-k hasn't been integrating what they have previously learned into their lessons as well as a few other things so she's pulling them out of the school and giving their full time care to me. For those of you who don't know, Garrett and Daniel are two boys that I've been babysitting for about a year now. They are so adorable and are brilliant wonderful boys. I'm so excited to have been given this opportunity. Here's the catch though. The job could last from 3 weeks to 6 months. I'm really hoping for the 6 months. That way I'll have the expirience needed to persue more opportunities in other day cares and preschools around the area afterward. Its not exactly what I  truly wanted to do but its in the same career path just a little younger. So if anyone has any great ideas that they have used in the past let me know :) I've gotten some wonderful ideas but I'm always up for more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the sad news. Reggie will be layed off as of Janurary 23, 2009. After 7 years in the company, they have decided to close the store. He'd stay on but the only position available in the area is a CSR which is like a triple demotion for him.  But the good news is that he'll be getting a nice severence pay which should help us out till he can find soemthing new.  His parents would like to see him go to the tech school and learn a trade. I'd like to think that he'll finally go through with it. He is so smart and intellegent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else is new, oh yeah! So I've started trying to think of ways to cut down on bills and one of them was to start making Sour Dough bread instead of wasting 3 dollars on decent bread. My grandmother bought me and Reggie a bunch of food for christmas, so I've got like a 25 lb bag of flour in my kitchen LOL. So far I've made Sour Dough buscuits and tonight I tried to make Sour Dough Pizza.  OMG the pizza crust is AMAZING!!!!! However my buscuits  flopped. I compacted the dough to much. But they were tasty even if you could bounce them across the room and believe you me Reggie and I sure tried LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to go munch on some more crust  and play my World of Warcraft. Almot to lv 80 WOOOOOOOOOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/114276865689082423-3295959575945384273?l=linthiasenjin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/feeds/3295959575945384273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-joband-old-one-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3295959575945384273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/114276865689082423/posts/default/3295959575945384273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linthiasenjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-joband-old-one-lost.html' title='A new job..and an old one lost....'/><author><name>OneiLin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050378994726914472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WOqxcaorhI/S0yqj102XPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aG7r93MSL-A/S220/100_1027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114276865689082423.post-2957584324290742842</id><published>2008-12-18T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:57:31.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I will start off by saying that I am horribly addicted to World of Warcraft. I play a Blood Elf Hunter, a Blood Elf Priest, and an Undead Death Knight (which may change with next patch).  My fiance and I are both members of an amazing guild, Chaos Brewing, on the Sen' Jin Server. So if you happen upon this blog and are on the same server do drop me a hello. I'm always interested in meeting new people both in and out of the game. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that that is out of the way I'll continue with my introduction....the real life one ;-). I am 22 years old and live in Macon, Ga with my wonderful Fiance. He is my world and I couldn't imagine my life with out him. He's my shoulder and my partner but most of all he's my best friend. We've been together since Feburary 12 of 2005 and will be married  on March 21,2009. ( The geeky thing is we will also be having an in game service tba hee hee) I have two wonderful boys (cats) named Boots and Acheron (ash for short), and another one (dog) named Mace...as in Mace Windu from Star Wars. (my fiance's dog LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Currently I'm unemployed but have been looking like crazy for a job so that we can keep the house we're in so if you know of any jobs in the area please tell me :*(.  We love this house and its just the right size for us to start a small family in.  I'll have to post pictures for the few friends who may find me on here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;If you would like to know anything else just ask. Thats all I could think of for now.  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