<?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-7931558274281807698</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:57:27.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about me!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-2913579702631317443</id><published>2008-12-10T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:57:10.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look!  a blog...is that a noun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi dearest readers, I know it's been a dark and dreary world out there without my blog posts.  No worries, life is turning around, because it's exam time which means.....Time to procrastinate!!  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheer&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; kid, sit back, and listen to me ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When does copying turn from the highest form of a compliment to feeling like a theft of what makes you unique and special?  It seems like sometimes the things that you feel like you bring for a friendship or that you introduce to your dearest and most loved are so quickly taken from you and leaving you wonder...now what do I have to offer the world?? It's fun to share things you love with others and have common interested, but when it's taken from you, it makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;you feel&lt;/span&gt; robbed. That's no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. I love music.  LOVE!  And I've been lucky this semester to get to see lots of good music and for it to continue indefinitely as move in with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boyfran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (imagine a really bad french accent, it's how I refer to him), which might be the second most exciting thing in my life right now (the music, not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boyfran&lt;/span&gt;, he doesn't count in this list because I'm not one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; girls.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt; which should be a whole different post next time I procrastinate, and if I was a good blogger I would link the two like Ashley does in her blogs...she's my idol) So the music, is the second most exciting thing happening right now.  (First can be found below....if i keep up my energy) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below I have linked a you tube video of my good friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Langhorne&lt;/span&gt; Slim because I love this song.  Even though I got in a fight with him for not playing it when I went to see him in concert.  Afterward I demanded he get back on stage and sing it just for me. That didn't work out so well. But I got a picture!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHgpQLS7-EY/SUBTHUcVCgI/AAAAAAAAABE/riTn-uc8mbc/s1600-h/langhorne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHgpQLS7-EY/SUBTHUcVCgI/AAAAAAAAABE/riTn-uc8mbc/s320/langhorne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278310148489939458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's no Ashley B, but...woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt; and notice the sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tye&lt;/span&gt; dye dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zehZX3UJKOY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zehZX3UJKOY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope that ends up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; video, I've never done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Traveling!!  I am taking the next 8 months off to spend my life savings and this is VERY exciting.  I will be traveling to:&lt;br /&gt; -Thailand to visit Most Fun Petra! We will travel together eating street food, hiking to waterfalls and enjoying life for a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;-New Zealand where I will travel alone and work on my accent and look for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Frodo&lt;/span&gt; and the Ring.&lt;br /&gt;-Japan to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; and meet up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;boyfran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;where we will go on exotic adventures and learn how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;samurai&lt;/span&gt; sword fight&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico for all inclusive resorts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;beach side&lt;/span&gt; bliss (one trip with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;boyfran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and one with the best alcoholic friends you can find (Emma, Matt, Reece and Aaron)&lt;br /&gt;-Miami for fun and celebrity sightings&lt;br /&gt;-Alaska to chill (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;PUNY&lt;/span&gt;) with Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;.  I will be doing volunteer work with my precious parents. Basically ruining their first ever vacation along without kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, they thought they could escape us that easily?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so that's it, I'll be broke as my jokes at that point and ready to start work (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;!).  I really wanted to go to South America and do some volunteer and adventure travel tours, but I don't know if the time will be made or the money available, so we will see.  But I am just so excited about going out on a limb and traveling to places I might never see again, and expanding my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;horizons&lt;/span&gt; through traveling alone. I look forward to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; characters I will meet and the memories I will make (that hopefully I will remember. Maybe I should write them down..). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on my travel consultation today and was freaked out with how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;vaccinations&lt;/span&gt; I had to get (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;vaccination&lt;/span&gt; history was '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;sparse&lt;/span&gt;').  I got 3 shots for for round ONE!  Jeez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931558274281807698-2913579702631317443?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/2913579702631317443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=2913579702631317443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/2913579702631317443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/2913579702631317443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-blogis-that-noun.html' title='Look!  a blog...is that a noun?'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHgpQLS7-EY/SUBTHUcVCgI/AAAAAAAAABE/riTn-uc8mbc/s72-c/langhorne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-2422732185575759596</id><published>2008-07-17T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:53:35.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity</title><content type='html'>For the record...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I meet one more dog with the name Juno I will have to tell that person that they officially have no creativity at all.  I mean jeez, we get it, we ALL saw the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, Mason is a WAY cuter name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, poll....who things I should get a 4 month old Plott Hound named Maybeline at the pound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...me too!  Maybeline and Mason, it WAS meant to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931558274281807698-2422732185575759596?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/2422732185575759596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=2422732185575759596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/2422732185575759596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/2422732185575759596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2008/07/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-3905473124882548088</id><published>2007-11-13T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:44:35.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houses</title><content type='html'>I love this house I 'stumbled' upon the other day.  Such an amazing concept.  I've been recently considering investing some of the money I made this summer into land in the Appalachian mountains and would LOVE to build a home like this one day.  Beside my &lt;a href="http://www.yurts.com/"&gt;YURT&lt;/a&gt; of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zerohouse.net/"&gt;http://www.zerohouse.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another home that takes blows me away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noncicredo.net/?p=488"&gt;http://www.noncicredo.net/?p=488&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931558274281807698-3905473124882548088?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/3905473124882548088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=3905473124882548088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/3905473124882548088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/3905473124882548088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2007/11/houses.html' title='Houses'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-7494581943462777375</id><published>2007-11-13T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:44:04.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>www.blackle.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blackle.com/about/"&gt;http://www.blackle.com/about/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lazy environmentalist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931558274281807698-7494581943462777375?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/7494581943462777375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=7494581943462777375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/7494581943462777375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/7494581943462777375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2007/11/wwwblacklecom.html' title='www.blackle.com'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-3228809855723579421</id><published>2007-10-15T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:20:23.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Mouse...</title><content type='html'>STUCK TO A STICKY TRAP UNDER MY SINK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931558274281807698-3228809855723579421?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/3228809855723579421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=3228809855723579421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/3228809855723579421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/3228809855723579421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2007/10/theres-mouse.html' title='There&apos;s a Mouse...'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-8854284348967632764</id><published>2007-10-11T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:09:57.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No really, this is interesting</title><content type='html'>Think about this:  If you were to spell out numbers (one, two, etc.)  it would take you until one thousand to use the letter 'A'.  that is NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931558274281807698-8854284348967632764?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/8854284348967632764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=8854284348967632764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/8854284348967632764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/8854284348967632764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-really-this-is-interesting.html' title='No really, this is interesting'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-367836130672171436</id><published>2007-10-11T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:33:23.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a professional</title><content type='html'>So...as I am finishing up my last few semesters in college I'm starting to realize that one day I'm going to be to be 'grown up' or at least able to pretend.  Scratch that, I'll never be one or able to pretend, BUT, I'll be at a place in my life where other people will think that I am/should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect example:  I'm a TA for an accounting class. These are the last two accounting classes you have to take before you graduate with a bachelors. So, most of the students are less than a year younger than me OR (most of them) are actually older than I am.  This makes me uncomfortable. It also makes me want to make a good impression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real story:  I'm currently sitting in front of 50 students giving them a 5 hours exam and trying to look 'threatening' enough to put the fear into them not to cheat or do anything shady.  Well I'm reading for an independent study class while holding a highlighter in my hand and start to roll the highlighter across my face.  What do you mean, you ask?  I DON'T KNOW.  I don't want to talk about that. I felt something wet on my face and realized the cap was off the highlighter and it was one of those 'liquid' ones that just SPEWS highlighter at all the worst moments.  Therefore, I now have highlighter ALL over my face and I can't go anywhere to wash it off BECAUSE I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR THESE DAMN STUDENTS. All.Over.My.Face. awesome....  HEY O!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931558274281807698-367836130672171436?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/367836130672171436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=367836130672171436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/367836130672171436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/367836130672171436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-professional.html' title='Being a professional'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-7470694905109873520</id><published>2007-10-03T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:17:44.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my..</title><content type='html'>I'm locked in my room.  Since I moved in here I've know the doorknob going into my room was tricky, but it didn't bother me. Now, after my morning snuggle with Mason, I go to get coffee and a shower and...I can't open the door.  This is no good.  How long will I wait in here until I accept the embarrassment cry for help from the roomies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...maybe I'll go out the sliding glass door and crawl in a window instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931558274281807698-7470694905109873520?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/7470694905109873520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=7470694905109873520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/7470694905109873520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/7470694905109873520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-my.html' title='Oh my..'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-2416223015455205757</id><published>2007-10-01T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:26:03.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trampled by Turtles</title><content type='html'>Best band name ever.  I saw 6 bands in the three days, it was fabulous. But by far my favorite band name was 'trampled by turtles'.  I'm going to look for a video of this group because the lead singer had the most amusing way of sitting down and dancing with his guitar while playing that I've ever seen.  And he was a hottie.  Lets hope my boyfriend never reads this, first I insult him because neither of his bands are 'trampled by turtles' and then again by checking out the band members opening for him. ...HEY-O!  Anyway they were a super upbeat hard strummin' bluegrass band from Minnesota and I think they are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mnstories.com/archives/2005/09/mma_awards_rain.html"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a link to a video of them playing, about a minute into the video the music starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Banjo player is cute too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to:  Echo Project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting: not studying for my tax test tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocs: Orange?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931558274281807698-2416223015455205757?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/2416223015455205757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=2416223015455205757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/2416223015455205757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/2416223015455205757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2007/10/trampled-by-turtles.html' title='Trampled by Turtles'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-4654926841118075781</id><published>2007-09-26T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:15:46.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little known Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHgpQLS7-EY/RvspDUDVTfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S4HgGikoeBo/s1600-h/IMG_2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHgpQLS7-EY/RvspDUDVTfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S4HgGikoeBo/s320/IMG_2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114726938708364786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Athens, GA is on Eastern Time...now you know.  Mason is tired, he needs a cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason is my dog for those of you who don't know (you know...my many many readers out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...he's really that cute.  He snores. I wonder if I can record him and put it on here, that would be quite the treat.  The next topic you have to look forward too:  my next croc purchase, what color to choose?  ooo the choices! If only I were lactose intolerant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Ashley about that one.&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/7931558274281807698-4654926841118075781?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/4654926841118075781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=4654926841118075781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/4654926841118075781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/4654926841118075781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-known-fact.html' title='A little known Fact'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHgpQLS7-EY/RvspDUDVTfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S4HgGikoeBo/s72-c/IMG_2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-1875128687617392626</id><published>2007-09-26T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:31:34.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is post number 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ashley's making me a laptop case and I'm really excited about it. And lets be honest. I'm writing this blog for ashley b/c she loves blogs, I hope one day she'll put be on her blog reader.   I need to make this extra interesting just for that reason.  It's a lofty goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I thought about today&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to start collecting match books&lt;br /&gt;2. Why doesn't EVERYONE want a pair of Heelys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh, and I'm glad Charlotte's gone...even though I actually forgot she existed until she died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I just write about the same thing's ashley does but in a less interesting way she'll read my blog, good idea?&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/7931558274281807698-1875128687617392626?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/1875128687617392626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=1875128687617392626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/1875128687617392626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/1875128687617392626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-post-number-2.html' title='This is post number 2...'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931558274281807698.post-4742373193967028712</id><published>2007-02-17T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:51:28.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is my first blog. i thought i'd give it a try.  I mostly just want to talk about myself.  so, you won't enjoy it, but boy will i.  i'll probably be on again soon to talk about:  college in athens, burning man, my recent online shopping obsessions, my big plans that never happen but always sound fun, concerts, music, and my friends.  talley ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931558274281807698-4742373193967028712?l=itsjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/4742373193967028712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931558274281807698&amp;postID=4742373193967028712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/4742373193967028712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931558274281807698/posts/default/4742373193967028712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjolene.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-my-first-blog.html' title='This is my first blog'/><author><name>Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489672898049210489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
