<?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-6066434</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:26:22.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My place to hide</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-112831468905028539</id><published>2005-10-02T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:44:49.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey.... BiffIf you still reading I don't think you're an asshole any more.... Lov's Ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/112831468905028539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/112831468905028539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112831468905028539' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-108905329785001664</id><published>2004-07-05T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T11:53:18.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charlie Brown...Have you ever wondered what the hell the adults used to say on Charlie Brown? Always making noises but not forming any words I understand now what was happening!!! You get to a certain point in your life that everything you say sounds exactly like they do on the show. I think that's why no one really understands what you are saying or they don't care so they block you out and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108905329785001664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108905329785001664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108905329785001664' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-108819476988172092</id><published>2004-06-25T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T13:19:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What You See..... Last week I was watching "You Got Mail" and Meg Ryan said something that suck in my head for the following week. "Kathleen Kelly: So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? " This Quote sticks with me because I fell the same when it comes to movies.  As long as I remember, I have be obsessed with movies. Sometimes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108819476988172092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108819476988172092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108819476988172092' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-108768370389312324</id><published>2004-06-19T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T15:21:43.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Thinking...1. You ever think if you held you breath long enough and closed your eyes, all the small annoyances in your life would disappear.2. When you think about it enough you spend most of your time repeating yourself and still their are people out there that don't understand what you are saying.3. Memories are dangerous things, the good ones come and go. But the bad ones well they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108768370389312324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108768370389312324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108768370389312324' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-108732971693809150</id><published>2004-06-15T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T13:01:56.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Face Lift....Wow it's been some time since I posted anything. I was looking at my site today and thought to myself, this is pretty plain. So this is what I came up with, going through all the blogskins this one seemed fun.  This is simply and update on what's going on in the world of Jen. Most of you that read this post work with me or have worked with me at some point, that's why I'm no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108732971693809150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108732971693809150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108732971693809150' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-108223313559415932</id><published>2004-04-17T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T13:22:56.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                           ARE YOU OUT THERE?????????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108223313559415932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108223313559415932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108223313559415932' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-108146064264455863</id><published>2004-04-08T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T16:46:57.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Moment in My Mind When I lay in bed at night, I tend to think about everything under the sun and moon. Here are some examples; What it would be like if I won the 649, who would I take care of and who would I forget. When I have my children what will I name them, will I be like my parents, and would I be a good mom. What would my life be like if I moved away and would my life be the same</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108146064264455863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108146064264455863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108146064264455863' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-108120816867314241</id><published>2004-04-05T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T19:03:46.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Road TO HalifaxEver wonder when you get an idea in your head and blurt it out, all of a sudden everyone is talking about this idea but no one knows what brought it up. Well that's how I got my tattoo this weekend, driving up to Halifax the girls and I were in the car talking about how fast we could drive my car, and if we hit a MAC truck do you think we would live. Next thing you know we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108120816867314241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/108120816867314241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120816867314241' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107887993646691477</id><published>2004-03-09T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T16:55:24.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Been a Long TimeIt's been awhile since I posted but things around here haven't been the best. I  know the last post I wrote wasn't one of the happiest but I was just after finding out that my aunt was diagnosed with cancer again and I was feeling a little blue. They told her that they could operate but three weeks later she passed away. I wish I would have gotten to know her better than I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107887993646691477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107887993646691477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107887993646691477' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107678082405480664</id><published>2004-02-14T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T09:49:37.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 Things I hate about life..... 10.... When you learn to except things for the way they are, They change 9..... Being woke up when you are taking a Nap ( it's not a pretty sight) 8..... When people with little importance act as if they created the world 7..... The fact that someone came up with Fairy Tales and ruined ever girls life who is waiting for her Fairy Tale to come true 6.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107678082405480664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107678082405480664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107678082405480664' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107653725732377732</id><published>2004-02-11T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T14:10:07.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Day The Music Died.... I was getting ready for work this morning and realize that my poor guitar is sitting in the corner of my room collecting dust. I remember there was a time when I wouldn't put it down now I can barely pick it up. I don't really remember why I stopped playing, I think... That I was trying to hurt someone that wouldn't even know that I wasn't playing and well the lack of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107653725732377732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107653725732377732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107653725732377732' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107532483430353881</id><published>2004-01-28T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T13:22:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dreams....Two WOW... Here we go again with the weird dreams, you know I have to watch what I eat and drink before I go to bed cause I don't think I can handle these weird dreams. I have always said I have an active imangiantion and my dreams are proof of it. On sat I went to see the Butterfly Effect, when I went to bed that night I had a dream that I was dating this guy who I didn't seem to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107532483430353881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107532483430353881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532483430353881' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107405716599712492</id><published>2004-01-13T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T21:14:36.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Boy/BadboyOk boys... I didn't ask you to bash all females I just asked for your opinions.... Please remember I am a woman and I'm starting to get offended here.. I'm not saying I'm the perfect female but what I will say is I don't give fuck what he looks like or what's between his legs as long as he treats me fair. The nice guy thing is too bad, and I know they tend to be left in the dust..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107405716599712492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107405716599712492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107405716599712492' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107395958041484156</id><published>2004-01-12T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T18:06:41.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JeniferWell there seems to be quite the debate on why I spell my name with one N, so I guess I should clear it up. 26 years ago in Comax BC and beautiful baby girl was born, the name her father placed on her was Jennifer Anne. While she was still in the hospital, her father was approached by a friend of his who was a banker, congratulation him on his new born and how he had opened a back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107395958041484156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107395958041484156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107395958041484156' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107304934537475655</id><published>2004-01-02T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T05:16:54.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Years... 2004  a new year Well the fun and festivities the girls and I had planned for last night didn't quite turn out as fun as we figured. When I got home we headed to a local restaurant, when we arrived the place was filled with smoke and every fan in the place was on. I guess before we got there they had burned a few dishes so they had to air it out, but by doing all this they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107304934537475655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107304934537475655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107304934537475655' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107275141445399282</id><published>2003-12-29T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T18:30:31.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kisses.......Well  two more days to go,  I got away from the mistletoe. Now I have to face the 12am kiss! Well I am happy to say that I will not have to worry about that. Myself and the girls have decide that we are going to hang out at home this year and avoid the hassle of getting cabs and going to bars. One of them informed us that a guy they have been dating is going to join us, where is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107275141445399282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107275141445399282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107275141445399282' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107229439695915205</id><published>2003-12-24T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T11:34:42.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Eve......  Well the holiday I have been dreading to come is upon us, the shopping is done, gifts are wrapped and I'm still feeling those blues. Except the whole being alone factor isn't as bothering as it was, you see what I have been forgetting it the amazing friends and family that I have surrounding me. They all supported me, trying to make me see how good things are and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107229439695915205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107229439695915205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107229439695915205' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107171559301950551</id><published>2003-12-17T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T18:51:02.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daddy's GirlWriting  blog entry's at work is pretty much no no now a days, so that is why my updates are few and far between.It seems to me that all my good idea's come to me at work, so today I had to write my entry on paper and then enter it when I got home. (sad eh)Anyways it's week till Christmas and the spirit has not caught me yet, I remember when I was a younger I would have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107171559301950551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107171559301950551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171559301950551' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107154051078824303</id><published>2003-12-15T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T18:10:27.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>25cm and 2 days of rain *signs*  I woke up today to a slightly over cast day, that moved to a crazy amout of snow, to freezing rain.  *Why can't I live in Hawaii* That's all I have to say........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107154051078824303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107154051078824303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154051078824303' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107136442069114205</id><published>2003-12-13T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T17:13:53.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jen's Useless Thoughts  1. Just sitting here thinking that next week I will be off at 7 and that I will not be working on sat or sun makes today a good day. 2.I have all my gifts bought, just need to pick up little ones to go with the big gifts 3. Did I mention that I hate Christmas shopping I never know if they are going to like what I get them 4. Having no boyfriend at Christmas has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107136442069114205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107136442069114205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136442069114205' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107115317967811377</id><published>2003-12-11T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T21:30:13.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Go To HalifaxThose are fours words that I would rather not hear for a least a couple of months, if you could imagine a worse trip then you can just picture what this one is like. I will have to break this up for you, each event deserves it's own title.Mom's RampageI woke up Saturday with a bright sunny sky and the birds singing in the trees, I looked out my window and thought to myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107115317967811377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107115317967811377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107115317967811377' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107068543325439592</id><published>2003-12-05T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T20:42:58.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good-bye New...... Hello OldI look at myself and I see a strong woman in ways and a weak woman in other ways. I went through life know where I wanted to go and how I was going to get there, no person could get me down or take control of me and I was proud to be that person. Today I am still that strong woman but I hide it, why do I? I'm not quite sure! Is it because I tamed it down, is it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107068543325439592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107068543325439592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068543325439592' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-107012721031765108</id><published>2003-11-29T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T09:35:13.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holiday BluesWell it's getting close to that time a year again, when the mistletoe is hanging in the door ways and the lights are going up in though out the town. People are purchasing useless gifts for friends and family that will surely be returned the next day or put into a closet and never looked at again. I don't understand how Christmas turned into a huge cash register, people forking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107012721031765108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/107012721031765108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107012721031765108' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-106987782193950238</id><published>2003-11-26T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T13:14:51.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>40 Days and 40 NightsLike I mentioned before I work with the funniest group of people, they all think they know you so well but in fact they don't know you at all. The new push that is flying around our cubicles is that I and a certain level two tech have sexual desires for each other. They usual sit and tease me about it, but yesterday they actually drug him in on it, he came to sit by us and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106987782193950238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106987782193950238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106987782193950238' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-106977893893144970</id><published>2003-11-25T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T08:57:22.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend UpdateBack to the job after three days off, so I figured I would update on the weekend activities.Saturday, I went down the shop my friend works at to get my hair done; we decided that it would be something different to put a lighter color on it instead of the red. Well once we finished we felt that I would look better as a red head. It turned out a little blonder then we had expected</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106977893893144970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106977893893144970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977893893144970' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-106942994302672977</id><published>2003-11-21T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T07:53:37.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Body CheckHead and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes,Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes,*SHAKES HEAD*Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes,Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes,Hair............................................. CheckEyebrows ....................................CheckEyes.............................................Check</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106942994302672977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106942994302672977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106942994302672977' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-106935056520351119</id><published>2003-11-20T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T09:52:51.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things you talk about at workWhen you spend 8 hours a day sitting by the same people 5 days a week it is unbelievable what you will talk about with each other. You learn to trust each of these people so much you can talk to them about the most personal things, with out the worries of them judging you on them. For instance, I over heard one guy ask one of the girls do you like oral sex and do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106935056520351119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106935056520351119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106935056520351119' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-106917881364550218</id><published>2003-11-18T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T10:10:40.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday'sWell it's Monday and I'm back to work for my five day stretch, this weekend for me was nothing but a sleep fest. I swear my sugar must below I couldn't get enough sleep and when I would wake up I wanted to do nothing but go back to sleep. Maybe cause as of late all my dreams have been nothing but entertaining, which would be a reasonable excuse to go back to sleep to continue in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106917881364550218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106917881364550218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917881364550218' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-106892130103153637</id><published>2003-11-15T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T10:39:44.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicken Pox's....Yesterday I endured 8 long hours of training for our new product, and I'm telling you one thing if there was a noose in that class I would have hung myself.  This new addition to my trouble shooting is going to prove to be nothing but the end of my career, with the cooperation. On the brighter side of this is I received an email yesterday with the offer to move to Ottawa, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106892130103153637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106892130103153637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106892130103153637' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-106882751397208047</id><published>2003-11-14T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T08:31:59.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My site was all messed up the passed week lost all my posts, so I guess it's time for me to start from scratch. So keep checking I should be updating soon...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106882751397208047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106882751397208047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882751397208047' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066434.post-106858859197128383</id><published>2003-11-11T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T14:09:56.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106858859197128383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066434/posts/default/106858859197128383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplacetohide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106858859197128383' title=''/><author><name>Jenifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12710035218675148153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
