<?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-3812491</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:21:14.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FolkJoy</title><subtitle type='html'>\Folk\n. pl. folk
1. The common people
\Joy\n.(joi)
1. Intense and especially ecstatic or exultant happiness.

Experiencing the joy (and sorrow) of everyday life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-109776674282104408</id><published>2004-10-14T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T11:12:22.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I set up a new blog for myself. Same blather, different layout, lol. http://www.folkjoy.blogspot.comI won't be posting at this one anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/109776674282104408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/109776674282104408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109776674282104408' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-109543716983466656</id><published>2004-09-17T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T12:09:16.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I plan to start updating this regularly even though I don't have a computer in my apt. I'll try to keep stopping up at my dad's a few times a week.I've been majorly redoing my house. So far I've repainted the kitchen, my bedroom, the bedroom floor, the bathroom and I plan to start the living room walls and floor this weekend. My house looks disasterous now but I have high hopes of it looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/109543716983466656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/109543716983466656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109543716983466656' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108880063879342426</id><published>2004-07-02T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T16:37:18.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cannot manage to update this blog enough. I'm just entrapped(gleefully) in my painting right now. I'm living day to day, me and Jack in the studio churning paint. I'm so glad Jack is interested in painting. He is most amazed by the mixing of colors, of the change a subtle dab of different hue with produce. I feel very whole and joyful being able to share my passion of creating with him. I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108880063879342426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108880063879342426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108880063879342426' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108791980952010158</id><published>2004-06-22T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T11:56:49.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's my tattoo:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108791980952010158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108791980952010158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108791980952010158' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108787102602936223</id><published>2004-06-21T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T22:23:46.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just spent a week in Wisconsin visiting my mom and brother.My brother does not have cancer, which his doctor thought he had. We were obviously happy about that, but his doctor's are unsure about what he does have, so that's troubling. His enlistment in the Navy is postponed indefinatley until more tests come back.  Things I noticed about Wisconsin:There are alot of cows(which seems obvious,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108787102602936223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108787102602936223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108787102602936223' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108707444713116617</id><published>2004-06-12T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T17:07:27.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>red cheeks hide beneath wavering hands. timid smiles shy at having to speak their poems off paper, out of themselves, into the world. i have grown fond and accomstomed now to speaking. our small groups in tiny rooms full of smoke, close company, and laughter. i appreciate the time afforded to each person, the finger snaps and claps and glowing eyes given to the poetspeaker who pours it all out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108707444713116617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108707444713116617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108707444713116617' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108707385699787533</id><published>2004-06-12T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T16:57:36.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow morning I leave for the long car trip to Wisconsin. My brother, Jack and I will be visting my mom and brother there. Its the first time I've been out there. It'll feel nice to see my mother's home. Her life, her creature comforts again. I have new step-sisters I've never met. I can't wait to see them.The knit of my family tightens over the years. My brothers and I all out of our teens,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108707385699787533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108707385699787533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108707385699787533' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108681449390525288</id><published>2004-06-09T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T16:54:53.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hot humid days.Jack's been naked for the last 2 days. We've been eating little besides chilled fresh fruit, veggies and hummus, yogurt, iced juice, cold pickle sandwiches. My floors are all powdery from the sand tracked in from the sandbox on the porch. Dante's been at my feet under my studio desk, basking in shade. Jack's been at the sink, playing water pistol with the hose. Last night was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108681449390525288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108681449390525288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108681449390525288' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108659597747658242</id><published>2004-06-07T03:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T04:13:48.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i thought iin my infinite pretensionwould forever be wont to goodbyeson my termsso the shockto my unyielding egostands to humble my pridequestion my stridepause my unstillable attentioni've never been leftwith questions unansweredwith a heart unpouredof its reasonswhat a vain girl i've beenmy smugness must have filled a room with memy logic no matchfor my brassy nerveso sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108659597747658242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108659597747658242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108659597747658242' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108616568747858718</id><published>2004-06-02T04:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T04:41:27.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make a cartoon icon of yourself! Portrait Illustration MakerHere's me:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108616568747858718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108616568747858718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108616568747858718' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108576129716931362</id><published>2004-05-28T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T12:34:39.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Tree did you fall from?Dec 23 to Jan 01 - Apple TreeJan 01 to Jan 11 - Fir TreeJan 12 to Jan 24 - Elm TreeJan 25 to Feb 03 - Cypress TreeFeb 04 to Feb 08 - Poplar TreeFeb 09 to Feb 18 - Cedar TreeFeb 19 to Feb 28 - Pine TreeMar 01 to Mar 10 - Weeping Willow TreeMar 11 to Mar 20 - Lime TreeMar 21 (only) -Oak TreeMar 22 to Mar 31 - Hazelnut TreeApr 01 to Apr 10 - Rowan TreeApr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108576129716931362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108576129716931362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108576129716931362' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108543284802223080</id><published>2004-05-24T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T17:07:28.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more than usual, I'm caught between the contrasts and extremes. the urging, that longing induced by miles and tension, and the simultaneous pulling back, retreating within myself. my lips feel so sealed, so seared...I feel slighted, raw, excited....placated and vacantso what shall we talk of tonight my dear as the earth pulls us round..my hands are black from the paint I'm pushing them in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108543284802223080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108543284802223080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108543284802223080' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108516902531682622</id><published>2004-05-21T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T15:50:25.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been in a mad frenzy of painting/collaging. I've finished four complete works in 3 days and I'm actually satisfied with them. Craziness. Melissa, Jack, and I have been planted in the studio all day. Coming out for food and bathroom breaks. I'm all high strung on creative energy.Tonight, if everything goes as planned, I'm meeting with some friends to read poetry and whatnot. I spent an hour</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108516902531682622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108516902531682622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108516902531682622' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108490477009118078</id><published>2004-05-18T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T14:26:10.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What should have been the easiest camping trip of the season, clearly was not as we found out just a couple hours in.  Thank you Mr. Dickinson for the blue tarp you put up, with the white rope that shone through the black of the storm(thunder included on the soundtrack). Within minutes, a mad frenzy of pulling and grunting, the sliding of vinyl against wet soil became all I heard, even over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108490477009118078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108490477009118078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108490477009118078' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108481861415035485</id><published>2004-05-17T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T14:30:14.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gOnE cAmPiNgHaVe FuN eVeRyOnE!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108481861415035485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108481861415035485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108481861415035485' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108440852238559556</id><published>2004-05-12T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:35:22.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>strong&gt;shiftlessbalanced by voidmy pieces all cushionedby soft spacenowhere.&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108440852238559556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108440852238559556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108440852238559556' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108428959282382814</id><published>2004-05-11T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T12:26:24.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been fiddling around with the paint program on the computer. I really need to get a  printer so I can start implementing some of my fiddlings into my collages. Here's a pic I did yesterday:I finally checked out livejournal too. Their setup is okay but I think I prefer blogger. Blogskins is a time suck and a half. I love browsing through all the templates. Oddly enough, I, who change my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108428959282382814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108428959282382814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108428959282382814' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108381331684398496</id><published>2004-05-05T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T23:19:35.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy spring cleaning.  Oh holiest of days. Exalted art thou.  I've gotten so much shit put out on the curb I can't believe it.  Everyroom in the house is finally clean except the kitchen which is just needing more organized now after emptying every closet and drawer in the house to get rid of unwanted stuff.  Phew! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108381331684398496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108381331684398496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108381331684398496' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108336109333146926</id><published>2004-04-30T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T19:33:32.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been jotting down notes for ideas of paintings I'd like to do. My mind started wandering to the stories I've heard growing up of the people in my family. Some are just fantastic, and may possibly be spiced with pieces of fiction.  Some I have no doubt are true.  But I love so much these stories.  My dad, who is a natural born storyteller has told me most of them. I was writing what could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108336109333146926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108336109333146926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108336109333146926' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108304830688259680</id><published>2004-04-27T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T02:49:13.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine stumbled on my poetry blog and said he liked this particular one. So, because I can't find anything else to blog about at the moment I figured I'd repost it here.  when I was skinnyresembling skinI ran on legs like sandand pulled my way through lifewith listless armswhen I was skinny;resembling skinI had only void between my bones and I no mass to fill my chest with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108304830688259680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108304830688259680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108304830688259680' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108274303604712560</id><published>2004-04-23T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:01:18.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current inquiries:UniversismDeismMore thoughts on these later perhaps...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108274303604712560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108274303604712560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108274303604712560' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108266600543263802</id><published>2004-04-22T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T16:37:26.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bristled backs turn apart and awaymy chin buried in my shouldercoping silentlyGive me the words to build the bridgeand coax you to the middlegrant me the selflessness to smile along the wayshould I unknot my limbs from around my bodyI would wish to extend them to you and hopeyou take your guard down tooand let us be. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108266600543263802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108266600543263802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108266600543263802' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108261524225897813</id><published>2004-04-22T02:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T02:31:22.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a great day today. Checked out the Audabon Society with Jack and a friend. Walked all around the trails.  Got a good look at two snakes, some frogs, geese, rabbits. I forgot how long some of the trails are.  Jack got tired a few times so I carried him on my back.   It was such a warm windy day.   Here's a pic of Jack and I:We went to my best friend Jess' house afterwards. Ate a little, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108261524225897813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108261524225897813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108261524225897813' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108261428025290884</id><published>2004-04-22T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T02:16:06.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When's the last time you....?  Had sex?:has it been a week already? I need to get my priorities straight... Tried something new?:I tried cleaning my house today..couldn't really get into it Touched someone you didn't know on accident?:I'm sure it was at work. I bump into people all the time. Touched someone you didn't know on purpose?:I touch  customers' arms all the time. Usually to give them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108261428025290884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108261428025290884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108261428025290884' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108224206815022998</id><published>2004-04-17T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T18:51:42.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up much too late today.  When I got home from work about 7am I stayed up fiddling on the computer for an hour, then I couldn't find my favorite pajama pants.  So I never ended up actually getting in bed until 9. I woke up at 5:30. I really love being able to sleep late on Saturdays but it was so nice out I feel like I missed out on the day. When I woke up I couldn't find my glasses.  Its</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108224206815022998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108224206815022998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108224206815022998' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108178952989646768</id><published>2004-04-12T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T13:09:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We finally got some landscaping done around the house.  I put up some stones &amp; layed down pine mulch.   I bought a "distressed" looking pillar and found this big  glass bowl to set on top as a birdbath.  And I added some little statues.  We had this one spot in the yard where Jack's sandbox had left it just dirt.  Melissa scored the edging of the sidewalk(where grass was 2-3 inches over in some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108178952989646768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108178952989646768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108178952989646768' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108178919803470248</id><published>2004-04-12T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T13:03:45.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend and I have been having discussions about war(in general, not specifically the Iraq war).   While of course I don't advocate violence as a means of conflict resolution, he seems to be very hung up on how stupid, "animalistic", warring creatures we are as humans.   I have a hard time being so dogmatic against those who engage in violence under oppression.  I don't know, I'm having a hard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108178919803470248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108178919803470248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108178919803470248' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108128567637853977</id><published>2004-04-06T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T17:11:38.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally have my own computer up and running. I'm all set up in a little corner of the kitchen.  I'm so excited. I should be updating almost everyday now.  Let's just hope I'm not glued to the screen all day.  This will be quite a test in dicipline and moderation. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108128567637853977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108128567637853977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108128567637853977' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-108102613398006506</id><published>2004-04-03T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T16:05:50.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The time just slips and stumbles by.   After some time of intense anxiety and feeling really dpressed I seem to have elevated myself a bit.    I don't think I deal with stress very well.    The only thing that saves me is strategic planning of my life.  Order&amp;organization.   I'm feeling very introverted lately. In the positive way that gives me some comfort. Introspection.   I've dug in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108102613398006506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/108102613398006506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108102613398006506' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-107566762164659165</id><published>2004-02-01T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T15:35:55.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey there. I'm still here, still no computer.    I'm applying for a new job this week at the hospital.  I'm pretty much just applying to anything they have open. Cafeteria, clerk, whatever. I just need to make more money than  I'm making now. Things have been so slow at work and I'm just not making anything.   I'd like to get a little put in savings before I start school in the fall.  So its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/107566762164659165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/107566762164659165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566762164659165' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-107203691871937627</id><published>2003-12-21T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T15:03:17.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just popping in.  My posting will be infrequent because Jamey took the computer with him when he moved out.  Things have been ok.  A lot of hustle/bustle for the Holidays. I've been just staying home alot. Not making a lot of phone calls or meeting with people.  I dropped back a day of work to just settle in with Jack.  I was anxious to see how he'd handle his dad not living with us anymore.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/107203691871937627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/107203691871937627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107203691871937627' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106982019158224685</id><published>2003-11-25T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:17:16.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent time with my Uncle Bill today.  My mother's brother and the only living member from her immediate family.     Bill is schitzophenic/depressive and goes through waves of good/bad times.   He struggles with a lot of animosity towards my mom, who is sometimes very emotional aloof.  Esp. since she moved out of state I think he feels a bit abandoned.   My mom, after years of taking care of his</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106982019158224685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106982019158224685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106982019158224685' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106896172492827873</id><published>2003-11-16T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T00:49:15.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want to fight with himbut I'm shakingI'm pounding plastic hereI've always been optomistic now its naiveteand during PMS no doubtI don't even want to see him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106896172492827873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106896172492827873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106896172492827873' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106895533373472890</id><published>2003-11-15T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T23:02:44.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>regret like a stony narrowed aperturecuffs where no dirt clingsclean mid-sized urbaniathe wince of longingsolitudea call the hermitage never claimedI find my own sexism within my own breastshaving longed for the life of menthe fables told before methe discourses of contemplation, observationthat solitude afforded to a class that was not minemy gender was mirrored with work that never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106895533373472890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106895533373472890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106895533373472890' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106895399749112366</id><published>2003-11-15T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T22:40:28.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoreau makes my throat achethat sore pinch before my eyes puddlebecause I once had dreams of solitudeof earth and green, the twinkling of brooksand my precious observation.In my illusions I pictured simplicityat its simplestI pictured my girl self imposed within the stories I readKerouac on his mountain top of rock and snowwalden pond, the deepness of man's soulI pictured roads and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106895399749112366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106895399749112366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106895399749112366' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106870909006267570</id><published>2003-11-13T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T02:38:37.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>{does a happy dance}Melissa and I have been together for about(give or take a couple weeks) a year now.  We kinda just picked this date awhile ago because I couldn't remember the exact one. LOL   So we did the dinner and a movie thing which is always an enjoyable evening to me.   I've been reading Life After God by Douglas Coupland.  Wow.  He's written things in there that I've never heard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106870909006267570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106870909006267570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106870909006267570' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106834670680228028</id><published>2003-11-08T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T21:59:00.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been spending alot of time painting.  I think I'm finding my groove again.  I finshed 2 this week and am working on another.    I took pictures of my work(and Halloween!) and hope to have them up later this week.    Melissa has some of her work up at a new cafe that opened.   I'm so excited for her.I'm getting along really well with on of my co-workers, Karen.   She's an absolutely fun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106834670680228028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106834670680228028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106834670680228028' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106649266931809608</id><published>2003-10-18T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T11:57:49.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate it when I'm off the net for a while and  feel unable to think of anything to write about when I come back.   Life has been good lately.  Besides working(all the time, including babysitting) I've been just hanging back at home mostly. Painting, playing games with Jack, watching movies. I heard one of the most repulsive statments last night at work.  A few others and myself were huddled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106649266931809608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106649266931809608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106649266931809608' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106478234053596087</id><published>2003-09-28T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T16:52:19.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I want to write about and know that if I scrawl down elsewhere it'll be lost:New neighborsRadicalness(and my lack there-of)Being a non-vegetarianmy artminimalismanonymous facesmy inability to "just say no" when it comes to doing things for other peoplevideo games and the preschoolers who play themBut alas, I must go back to work. I've been napping on and off since getting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106478234053596087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106478234053596087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106478234053596087' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106462154060422438</id><published>2003-09-26T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T20:12:20.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm finally reconnected. We've been having computer problems for a while and I've been offline for a couple weeks.  We rearranged our house a bit to give Jack his own bedroom(formerly the living room). We moved the couch and loveseat to the dining room which is really small and a walk-through room pretty much.  But its set up so cute and cozy. I put the love seat right into the bay window </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106462154060422438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106462154060422438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106462154060422438' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106341596818927586</id><published>2003-09-12T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T21:25:28.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week's Friday Five 1. Is the name you have now the same name that's on your birth certificate? If not, what's changed?Yes. It's Jamie Lee {my last name}.2. If you could change your name (first, middle and/or last), what would it be? I'd like it to be Jaymelee Sparrow.3. Why were you named what you were? (Is there a story behind it? Who specifically was responsible for naming you?)My</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106341596818927586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106341596818927586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106341596818927586' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106322879137121087</id><published>2003-09-10T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T02:58:38.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a creative day.   Melissa and I went to the bookstore and scored some bargains on a bunch of art books. We got ones on Matisse, Picasso, Khalo, Dali, and a big one on the History of American Artisits.   We sat over coffee at Tim Horton's and checked them all out.   Melissa lugged out all her paintings she has packed away so I could check out the ones I haven't seen.  She really has some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106322879137121087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106322879137121087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106322879137121087' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106320862955309127</id><published>2003-09-10T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T11:43:49.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lone leg kicks and jitters under the tableI, from afar watch the knee go up, the calf come downjerk out, slide back, tap of the heel, then the toeI'm tranfixed, I'm outside in the dusky dimnessand the picture of this leg is framed in the brightnessof the restaurant windowLike an animated icona short film, amatuer budgetDoes everyone have one leg kickingsecretly under the table?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106320862955309127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106320862955309127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106320862955309127' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106255799128762758</id><published>2003-09-02T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T22:59:51.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WaitressingWarning: This is nothing but ranting.I've come to the horrified conclusion that I may not like being a waitress anymore. It's something I've always enjoyed, been able to keep positive about, and feel out the good of, rather than all the ways it sucks.  I've seen it happen to many of the people I've worked with.  They start waitressing all cheery and happy to be of service to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106255799128762758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106255799128762758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106255799128762758' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106196120996613512</id><published>2003-08-27T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T01:13:29.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GossipI've never liked gossip. Ok, that's not true. I enjoy gossip the way I enjoy porn. It's something that excites me but that I know is not healthy for me, so I've vowed to avoid it.  Well, I pushed my own boundries a few days ago and got embroiled in some circle of friends gossip.  Actually, some of them aren't even my friends, just aquaitinces I know from work. One day a guy I know was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106196120996613512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106196120996613512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106196120996613512' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106196028446961557</id><published>2003-08-27T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T00:58:04.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melissa and I have had a stressful few days. Some of our unspoken frustrations came to light in not the healthiest of ways. In otherwords, we had our first serious argument.   I knew when she moved in it was too soon.  I knew I was doing it for the wrong reasons (financially, etc.).  But I still didn't realize the full scope of it.  Even though my and Jamey's relationship had been dissipated for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106196028446961557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106196028446961557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106196028446961557' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106195779117139457</id><published>2003-08-27T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T00:16:31.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me please extend a humbling bow of awe and respect to mothers with multiple kids.  I recently started babysitting 2x a week for a good friend of mine who has three children under 5.  The job rocks because her kids are great and I love that Jack finally has some regular playfriends.   But after leaving the first day all sweaty and stressed I thought, "Oh my god, can I actually do this?" LOL  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106195779117139457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106195779117139457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106195779117139457' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106127203070625608</id><published>2003-08-19T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T01:47:10.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I accidentally slammed Jack's finger in the dryer door today. :*(   I felt so awful! I didn't even notice he was holding on the to the top of door while I was putting clothes in.   And what's worse is that the door doesn't latch/stay shut alot, so I actually *slammed* it shut with all my might.   When he started yelling, "My finger!My finger!" and I saw that the door was completely shut on it, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106127203070625608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106127203070625608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106127203070625608' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106115243470927196</id><published>2003-08-17T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T16:33:54.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really like the idea of being car-free.  Since Melissa moved in I've had the luxury of being able to get around easier and quicker because she has a car. But for years, the idea of a tri or quad bike has been pestering me.  I imagine a tri-cycle with a seat for me in the front, and a bench seat in the back, where Jack could sit.  I swore that I would make this bike someday.   Well, hunting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106115243470927196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106115243470927196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106115243470927196' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106084949047183823</id><published>2003-08-14T04:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T04:29:28.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend Jess and I had a long talk at Girl's Night the other night about her issues with her girlfriend and what not. Jess talked alot about her feelings that she really wants to predominately date men.  She's thinking long term about her lifeand what she wants out of it. And she wants to be in a partnership with a man and have children.   I really hate that she feels so awfully torn, being in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106084949047183823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106084949047183823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106084949047183823' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106084802467477970</id><published>2003-08-14T04:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T04:05:03.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made a new friend today.   There's these 3 people who usually come in to the restaurant on Sunday nights(I call them the Fab Trio) and I felt a certain affinity to them because the one girl seemed really dykey and she wears really eccentric clothing, which I find irresistable.   They are from Buffalo(a couple hours away) but work at Chautauqua Institution nearby.  One time they asked where was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106084802467477970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106084802467477970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106084802467477970' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106075771861153301</id><published>2003-08-13T02:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T02:55:18.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I work, the only employees there are two waitresses and the cook.  The cook I usually work with is Sue.  Sue is about 55, has a lot of aches and pains and married to a man who drinks and talks too much.   We sit outside in the back of the restaurant and smoke cigarettes together when its a slow night and her problems with her husband(and her aches and pains of course) are what she usually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106075771861153301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106075771861153301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106075771861153301' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106071607908232383</id><published>2003-08-12T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T15:21:19.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am definately going back to school. I've been dreaming and hem/hawing about it for a while because of the obstacles of making it happen with having to work and raise Jack.  But its concrete now.  No matter what,  I'm going to college.  I'm definately going to have to get public assistance to do it. I don't think getting financial aid will be too hard, given what i make and that I'm a single </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106071607908232383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106071607908232383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106071607908232383' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106071377914202487</id><published>2003-08-12T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T14:42:59.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was saddened to hear that a friend I use to hang with was arrested for a rash of armed convienence store robberies(although glad that he's not out on the street anymore).  I've been told he's a heroin junkie. :(   He was an extremely talented musician.  It's sad what drugs do to people sometimes. Maybe he'll be able to get his shit together now, cause he's going to be in prison for a long time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106071377914202487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106071377914202487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106071377914202487' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-106071333918348512</id><published>2003-08-12T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T14:35:39.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank god for my girls. Last night was Girl's Night. A periodic get-together of my friends where we wear feather boas, drink, and create a general ruckus.  Last Girl's Night involved copious amounts of wine and running around in a thunderstorm with our shirts off.  This time it was at my friend's Shannons house who just happens to have the most fabo huge apartment.My friend Nikki  made her "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106071333918348512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/106071333918348512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106071333918348512' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-105968379882112617</id><published>2003-07-31T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T16:36:38.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm computerless for an indefinate amount of time.  Just updating a bit from the library...Life as usual, forest hikes with Jack, lazy humid days in the yard and so on. The smoking ban has cleared both the air and the customers from my restaurant. My tips are half of what they were. Hopefully it will pick up again or I'll be scanning the classifieds here soon.  Been having weekly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/105968379882112617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/105968379882112617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105968379882112617' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-105744108235812097</id><published>2003-07-05T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T17:38:02.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/105744108235812097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/105744108235812097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105744108235812097' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-105713059473786268</id><published>2003-07-02T03:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T18:37:19.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stolen from one of my favorite bloggers, Holly :1. If you had to choose an alias, what would it be? Let's just say I'm sad that Anastasia Beaverhausen is already taken. 2. Where were you on 9/11? I woke up in the morning and sat down at the computer. I went to check out the news and found out.  It was utterly chilling to watch the video of it while it was all still going on and no one new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/105713059473786268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/105713059473786268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105713059473786268' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-105695970647802491</id><published>2003-06-30T03:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T11:43:21.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feminism/MarriageI brought up something on a feminist discussion board that I thought I'd bring here.   When Jamey and I had discussed marriage a long time back, one of my main concerns(among other personal ones) was that it was an institution that discriminated against gays/lesbians. This was before I came out, to myself or anyone else, btw.  It was just something that really didn't sit right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/105695970647802491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/105695970647802491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105695970647802491' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-95970986</id><published>2003-06-24T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T01:15:16.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy StuffMy brother got into a bad car accident. I can't believe he walked away with nothing broken, although he's really banged up.  What made it even worse, is that my mom was driving down the road it happened on, and recognized his car all totalled with police cars all around it! I keep thinking about that experience. She says she felt like she was in catatonic shock. Her partner had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/95970986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/95970986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95970986' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-95850448</id><published>2003-06-19T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T23:53:57.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Camping with CellphonesAs I bundled down to sleep in our tent the other night that title came to me, since Melissa brought her cellphone just in case.  Its so funny how different things are when you grow older, or become a parent. :PI did some serious hiking/climbing. The waterfalls where we camp are just so amazing. The entire place looks like no ones ever been there. In fact, when I tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/95850448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/95850448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95850448' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-95492895</id><published>2003-06-10T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T01:10:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>porch laughtershifting in our seatsthe clink of ice cubes       in Jim Beamand whistles from the streetslow times, better than sloe ginlamplight frames the doorwaycats rolling in the moonlit yardand your grinlooking my wayYou call me your little straw hatWell, lady, you're my ten gallon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/95492895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/95492895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95492895' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-95390605</id><published>2003-06-06T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:07:31.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stolen from Madame Fabulous LAYER ONE -- Name: Jaymelee-- Birth date: June 16, 1980-- Birthplace: Jamestown, NY-- Current Location: Jamestown, NY-- Eye Color: Green/Hazel-- Hair Color: natural:dark brown, currently:OrangeRed with brown lowlights-- Height: 5'8-- Righty or Lefty: Left for writing and painting, right for everything else-- Zodiac Sign: Gemini to a TLAYER TWO:-- Your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/95390605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/95390605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95390605' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-95102206</id><published>2003-05-30T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T20:28:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My best friend is moving away in the next few days.  All our girlfriends are getting together at the club for a hopping going away party.   Jess and I haven't really spent alot of time together recently, although we've forced the issue by making plans and never following through on them multiple times. We've never been that far away from each other. Best friends since we were 3, she moved away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/95102206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/95102206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95102206' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-94837423</id><published>2003-05-24T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T16:19:23.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to get back to basics.  After my son was born, I worked so hard at creatnig the life that I wanted for me and my family.  Being forced to go back to work full-time so suddenly, and the stress of why I had to just threw me into survival mode and I stopped living conciously of my goals and beliefs. A year and a half later, I'm now ready to start getting back to living instead of just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/94837423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/94837423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94837423' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-94636891</id><published>2003-05-20T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T11:25:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This-Or-That Tuesday1. Large or small family?Large, but not as in alot of kids. :)2. Potato chips or pretzels?Chips, but only Salt and Vinegar3. House or apartment?I look forward to owning my own house.  There's no security in renting. 4. Zebras or giraffes?Giraffes, I love their coloring. And they are goofy looking as hell. 5. Candles or potpourri?Candles. I've yet to come across </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/94636891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/94636891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94636891' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-94624538</id><published>2003-05-20T05:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T05:11:09.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my goodness. We had *the* most wonderful day yesterday.   Melissa, Jack, and I were all out of the house by 11am, got something to eat and headed out to Arkwright Falls.   It's where we went camping a while ago.  We spent almost 7 hours just hiking the river up to the little falls.  Jack was such a trooper!   This kid was born for hiking.    At some places through the river, the rocky/slate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/94624538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/94624538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94624538' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-94325971</id><published>2003-05-14T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T09:13:19.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is there a "gay lifestyle"?   Am I missing something?I've seen people refer to being gay as a "lifestyle" and I honestly don't get it.  It's come up on a couple message boards I frequent and it really irritates me. I know most of their logic stems from stereotypes of "what gay people are like", but even when questioned or confronted about it, these people still hold strong that being gay is or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/94325971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/94325971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94325971' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-93977399</id><published>2003-05-08T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T03:17:14.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We just hired a new waitress at the restaurant.  We were talking and she mentioned how relieving it was that we could eat for free here.  She's been out of work for a while because of sickness, and in the process of moving so is really short on money.  She's raising 2 kids by herself because babys' daddy skipped town.  I hear these life stories everyday. Maybe its where I work.  In my town, in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/93977399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/93977399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93977399' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-93800883</id><published>2003-05-05T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T21:52:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just reading a short interview with Margaret Cho in a archived issue of Sojourner.   In one part she says, "I have to fight the sexism and also the internalized sexism that I have. I think that's the hardest, fighting that within yourself. And the second hardest is fighting it in other women.I got to thinking about the internalized sexism I've carried within myself throughout my life.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/93800883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/93800883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93800883' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-93742699</id><published>2003-05-04T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T07:33:22.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss morningsworking late I start my day close to noonbut on the weekendscoming home at 7amcab ride through townwhite sun breaking over buildingsshadows crisplike thick calligraphystepping up to the porchmy house looks different in the morningfresh as postcard picturesclear and quietnot like the well worn afternoonlike a flat still life portraitI wish sleep had already visited </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/93742699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/93742699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93742699' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-93228093</id><published>2003-04-25T03:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T03:34:09.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a lucid dream the other night.  Very weird. I often have dreams where I know that I'm dreaming, but only a few where I have control over the dream. In this recent dream I was controlling my surroundings.  And the moment I realized I was dreaming(almost the first thing I remember) I sensed that I was simply placed in a scene. That I was playing a part almost. I was Me in the dream, sensing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/93228093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/93228093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93228093' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-93002850</id><published>2003-04-21T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T23:23:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night after work, Melissa and I sat on the porch and had a beer during the rainstorm. It was pure relaxation. I love the way the reflection of orange street lights bleeds along the wet road. I love the chaotic sound of a million random raindrops turn into music, all coordinated and rthymic.  I love looking over at someone you love watching the rain, their eyes not fixed but far-off and deep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/93002850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/93002850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93002850' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-92628862</id><published>2003-04-15T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T16:44:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melissa and I have been making necklaces/bracelets.  I've been using wire and teeny beads and she's been doing hemp ones.  She was so excited when I looked up knots on the net and she got to learn some new ones. :)   I swear she made eight necklaces in the time it took me to bead one.  I couldn't get my flow going though cause Jack kept wanting to "help". :)   Melissa had a bunch of huge wooden </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/92628862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/92628862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92628862' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-92626498</id><published>2003-04-14T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T23:33:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it true lesbians hold stock in U-Haul?j/k lolBut really, Melissa is moving in.  I know this feels incredibly fast and I would be lying if I said I was feeling really calm and assured about it.  But its just what's happening.  Her mom sold the house she's been living at and she's cut ties with a lot of her friends that we're involved in heavy partying/drama that she's just not about.  And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/92626498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/92626498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92626498' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-92020227</id><published>2003-04-04T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T22:23:11.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. How many houses/apartments have you lived in throughout your life?Quite a few.  I moved a few times from infancy to 3 yrs. But then I lived in that same house from 3 yrs to 12 yrs. A nice quaint house in a blue-collar neighborhood.  Then lived in surreal suburbia till I was 17 and moved in with my dad in "the ghetto".  Lived with Jamey for a few months, then we got a small apt. where we lived</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/92020227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/92020227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92020227' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-92004763</id><published>2003-04-04T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T16:20:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, we've got the first camping trip of the year under our belts. But boy did we pick the wrong day to go!  Wednesday was so warm and beautiful but Melissa and I both had to work so we thought going bright and early Thursday would be ok.  We completely ignored the weather channel because we spent a bit of money preparing for the trip and got Jack all worked up about, lol.   We had a good time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/92004763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/92004763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92004763' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-91579553</id><published>2003-03-28T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T20:58:11.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, I have been just slacking on blogging lately.  My life has just been so utilitarian lately.  I've got everything on my mind and no energy to talk about it.  I've been a wee bit on the self-loathing side too. Feeling like I'm not putting my all into mothering, that I've been spending to much time away from Jack, that I'm not making enough money, not keeping my house clean. And every night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/91579553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/91579553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91579553' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-91086194</id><published>2003-03-20T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T17:48:33.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know these have posted just about everywhere, but in case someone out there hasn't seen them I had to post them. They left me literally laughing out loud.   rotflWhat to do in case of a terrorist attack</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/91086194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/91086194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91086194' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-90740830</id><published>2003-03-14T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T20:32:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five1. Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not?I was never a phone talker. Even through high school I used to phone to make plans and that's it. However, since Melissa and I have been together I've turned into a phone chatter.  We gab on the phone all the time. Talk until we go to bed, and wake up and chat in the morning.2. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?My</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/90740830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/90740830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90740830' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-90697136</id><published>2003-03-14T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T02:33:48.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melissa and her roomate Jason are moving out of their house(where they had other roomates and it wasn't working out) and getting an apt. together. I am so happy to hear this.   She is so happy now. And happy girlfriend makes me happy. :)I feel like I've done nothing but lay on the couch and veg with Jack for days. He's not feverish anymore but still not feeling great.  He's lost any schedule of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/90697136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/90697136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90697136' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-90632784</id><published>2003-03-13T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T00:18:44.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Jamey is no longer working.  He just stopped going to yet another job.   I have no idea what to do now.   That goodness they upped my hours at work and I have money in the bank.  There is no way I'm going to support him when he doesn't have a job. I've done that too many times and for too long in the past.  He's going to have to get his own place to live.  I think I'm going to give him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/90632784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/90632784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90632784' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-90320259</id><published>2003-03-07T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T15:46:22.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New keyboard. :)  I spilled juice on my last one and it was working for a while and then quit during my last post.  Anyway, here's Friday Five1. What was the last song you heard?Just caught the video of Johnny Cash covering NIN's "Hurt".  Totally threw me. I love that song and he did uniquely and the video was amazing. 2. What were the last two movies you saw?Watched Mulholland Drive(LOVE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/90320259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/90320259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90320259' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-89983528</id><published>2003-03-01T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T23:42:30.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was born in this town I live in now.  Moved around a bit until I was 3 when my mom and (step)dad settled in to a house on a small street in a nice neighborhood. It was the house my father lived in as a kid all the way until he graduated high school. I honestly had a wonderful childhood.  Our small street was shaped like a U and only those who lived there had any need to travel down in. This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89983528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89983528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89983528' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-89982926</id><published>2003-03-01T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T23:30:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so not in a good mood right now. Jamey and I just had a fight and I'm stewing. The worst thing about this fight is that it was over the computer. The fucking computer.  Whcih I am sad to say that most of our fights have been about.  He was on the computer *ALL* day today. Literally all day. From like 7am this morning until now. I don't know how he hasn't got a headache or leg cramps form </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89982926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89982926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89982926' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-89918116</id><published>2003-02-28T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T15:04:13.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)?Probably non-fiction. I've only gotten into novels this year. I love poetry, but can't sit and read a book of it or something. I like to read something that moves me and then put the book down and try to carry it around with me for the day.2. What is your favorite novel?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89918116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89918116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89918116' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-89907273</id><published>2003-02-28T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T11:20:08.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work.I love my job. I enjoy what I'm doing.  I do not like my boss and I dislike many of the people I work with. I got a call Wednesday night from a co-worker saying, "Did you know you had to work today? Tony(boss) couldn't get a hold of you and had to call someone else in."  Well, I know I didn't have to work Wednesday.  So I know the bastard changed the schedule and didn't tell me. Great. So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89907273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89907273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89907273' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-89512683</id><published>2003-02-21T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T14:31:54.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five1. What is your most prized material possession?My books. All 400+ of them. 2. What item, that you currently own, have you had the longest?   I have a book called "Mister Dog" by Margaret Wise Brown that I've had since I was 2.  It was a Christmas present form my mom. 3. Are you a packrat?Oh my, that's an understatement. I'm much better now that my favorite cheap thrift store </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89512683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89512683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89512683' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-89510007</id><published>2003-02-21T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T13:38:38.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melissa and I went out for coffee last night and started gabbing about making a movie for fun. So we set off writing a screenplay, lol.  I can't even tell you how many hours we worked on developing characters and setting and character connections &amp; everything. It was quite fun. :)We stayed at the restaurant long after they stopped bringing us coffee and out of the chatter of voices around us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89510007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89510007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89510007' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-89251030</id><published>2003-02-17T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T13:15:22.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If anyone wants a clue-in to my little piece of existence, The 7 Bad Habits of Highly Ineffective People explains it well.    ROTFL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89251030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/89251030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89251030' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-88973096</id><published>2003-02-12T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T09:25:11.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got the cutest girlfriend in the world.  She picked me up from work last night and we went to her mom's house who's out of town for a week.  She had cooked a nice vegatarian dinner for me, with a homemade cherry pie from scratch, and got me flowers.  {grinning ear to ear}.  It helps that she's an amazing cook too. She made this yummy cheesy rice/vegatable casserole. Then we lounged on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88973096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88973096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88973096' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-88891905</id><published>2003-02-10T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T23:05:23.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I set up a new blog for writing poetry. There's not much there but I'm not putting anything already written up, I'm using it to write-as-I-go, etc.  So here it is :  Folkspeak</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88891905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88891905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88891905' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-88762962</id><published>2003-02-08T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T13:21:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dykewrite AssignmentI am lounging on my couch, kicking a beer Break it down and keep it simple. Why does that that thinking evade me at times?When I sit back knowing....this is my right placeI'll have to be content having a home againEnough with the pipe dreamsEverything is so Significant and Complicated but i am just sick sick sick sadI'm gonna need a bigger, better disaster to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88762962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88762962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88762962' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-88736005</id><published>2003-02-07T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T20:55:02.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WooHoo! Look what I found:  WordNerd.  I'm obsessed with etymology.  Words are just everything to me.  I've been reading the dictionary like a novel since I was in 4th grade.   I have to go put this in my blog list. It's definately a daily read...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88736005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88736005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88736005' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-88656687</id><published>2003-02-06T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T12:26:08.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember when...I first went to "the pond". I was 12 years old. It was summer break. I had an unusual amount of freedom, in that as long as I told my mother where I was going and what time I would be back, I could pretty much stay out all day.   I had just started dating my first boyfriend and rode my bike all the way across town to see him. He said he and his friends were going to this pond </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88656687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88656687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88656687' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-88536158</id><published>2003-02-04T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T11:09:52.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~Happy Birthday Jaxon!!~My sweet little munchkin turns 3 years old today! How fast the time flies!  I still have yet to figure out how to upload pics from my dig. camera so here's some older pics of my boy. Us at the Blue Heron Music FestivalI swear I'm going to get the pics from camera tonight. I've got some new really cute ones of him I can't wait to post. I unfortunately have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88536158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88536158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88536158' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-88340525</id><published>2003-01-31T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T15:57:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can Bi's be Dykes?At another site there's been discussion about biphobia/labels/etc.   I know that many people within the gay community have problems or hangups with bisexuality. I don't think its an issue thats really been addressed as to set any precedents for what's an acceptable mindset. I think people are still acting and speaking on social/community "norms", whether that's the straight or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88340525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88340525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88340525' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-88332199</id><published>2003-01-31T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T11:22:43.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Fives1. As a child, who was your favorite superhero/heroine? Why?I honestly don't remember. I don't think I had one?2. What was one thing you always wanted as a child but never got?A cat. For some reason, my mom didn't like cats. I asked for a kitten every birthday and Christmas my entire life. I must have brought home dozens and dozens of stray cats and was never allowed to keep them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88332199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88332199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88332199' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-88120256</id><published>2003-01-27T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T17:37:10.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What fairy tale cliche are you?  brought to you by QuizillaHeehee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88120256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/88120256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88120256' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812491.post-87768545</id><published>2003-01-21T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T00:28:53.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought this was kind of cool. Straight But Not Narrow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/87768545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3812491/posts/default/87768545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylee.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87768545' title=''/><author><name>jaymelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09126165166687153518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/jaymelee/jaymelee.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
