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  <title>Traveling in my mind</title>
  <subtitle>What a journey this is.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-07-31T22:03:58Z</updated>
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    <title>Melts my heart</title>
    <published>2006-07-31T22:03:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">When my son came back from visiting his dad the other week, Robert, Daniel and I were sitting at the dinner table.  Out of no where he looks at me and said "I missed you mommy.  I missed you a lot."  I can't tell you what a wonderful feeling that is to hear my son say that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mahal977:37304</id>
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    <title>Winds are changing</title>
    <published>2006-07-26T21:39:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-26T21:39:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">because it's cloudy and windy and getting dark and only a bit past 2pm!  Yeah, I am corny. ha ha ha  But it looks so beautiful out here.  Gives me calming affect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is almost done and I can breath again.  I had to write up a contract when I left the other blog.  Things are starting to pick up. The things are for latter dates, but none the less they are planining now.  Someone wants to shoot a movie and may use our hotel.  YES, they are a pain in the butt!  Well, at least the "scout" that is staying here right now is a pain in the butt.  The lady I talk on the phone seems nice enough.  From all the other movie people, there is one, only ONE that gave us no grief, no stress.  It was great.  Wish more was like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else? Uh, can't think of anything else right now.</content>
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    <title>I finaly make it back on here.</title>
    <published>2006-07-26T21:38:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-26T21:38:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Did you miss me? I didn't think so either. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's been going on with me and my world?  Let's see.  Rember all the Ginger drama?  Well she apologized for her behavior and now we are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah darn it.  Will have to write more.  I've actully been working at work (LOL) and now I have more work I have to get done now.</content>
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    <title>More on ADD</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T15:37:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T15:37:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Back to reading my book at work about ADD.  I am in a chapter about a family who discovered their daughter having ADD.  One thing that opened up my understanding more was the part where they had a conference with their daughter and her school.  She wasn’t doing her home work.  She didn’t know why she didn’t do her home work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when Daniel does something he’s not supposed to do, tells me also he doesn’t know why he did something.  This makes me want to cry.  Cry because I am understanding more and feel bad how I sometimes react towards him.  Some things he can’t help.  It’s not that he doesn’t want to focus.  It’s because he can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reading about understanding it.  I need to read something that will help me to help him.  If any one knows (other than medication), please let me know.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mahal977:35523</id>
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    <title>Update on the house thing</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T18:16:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T18:16:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We have to give the loan people (for the house we want to get) some more paper work on Monday, but it's going good.  Yeah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert and I are done with painting the inside of the house other than a couple of touch ups to do. Our house has been on the market for maybe three days now and looks like we got an offer already!  Woo hoo!  Let's see how it goes.  Very exciting.  *happy dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Daniel kept walking around the house asking me what stuff are we going to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: "Are we going to take the couch?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: "Are we taking the t.v?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: "Are we taking this?" (Points the medal air vents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: "Why?  I like them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Who ever gets the house will get them, honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: "Ok, we can buy more. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL  Roberts just smiles.  Very cute kid.  Full of questions which is fine.</content>
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    <title>Happy Birthday America!</title>
    <published>2006-07-04T19:03:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-04T19:03:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Birthday America.  Don't forget your roots.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light&lt;br /&gt;What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?&lt;br /&gt;Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,&lt;br /&gt;O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?&lt;br /&gt;And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,&lt;br /&gt;Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave&lt;br /&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,&lt;br /&gt;Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,&lt;br /&gt;What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,&lt;br /&gt;As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?&lt;br /&gt;Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,&lt;br /&gt;In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the star-spangled banner!  Oh long may it wave&lt;br /&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where is that band who so vauntingly swore&lt;br /&gt;That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,&lt;br /&gt;A home and a country should leave us no more!&lt;br /&gt;Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.&lt;br /&gt;No refuge could save the hireling and slave&lt;br /&gt;From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:&lt;br /&gt;And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave&lt;br /&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand&lt;br /&gt;Between their loved home and the war's desolation!&lt;br /&gt;Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.&lt;br /&gt;Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,&lt;br /&gt;And this be our motto:  "In God is our trust."&lt;br /&gt;And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave&lt;br /&gt;O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!</content>
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    <title>And things change again</title>
    <published>2006-06-24T16:02:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-24T16:02:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">At my work, the GM (Terry) is leaving us. Like, now.  Going through to many GM's. I didn't want him to come here at the first place because I really liked who we had (Ricardo).  I did get used to him though and he wasn't to bad.  I hope the place he is going to will work out well for him and his wife.  I also hope he will get better in health.  Seemed like he got sicker and sicker as time progressed.  Maybe it has something to do with this valley that I live in.  I am used to all the stuff here.  Maybe his body just couldn't take it, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I start jumping around in this journal.  Still trying to sort out all the thoughts I have in my head.  Yes, doing that thinking to much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search of a new General Manager.  I've gone through this before, but it feels different this time.  The owner (Chang)of the hotel came down and I had a meeting with him. We have a management company (American Property) that has been helping us out (where Ricardo came from), but will be not with us by the end of the month.  Mr. Chang wants to help out more (doing some GM stuff) and I said yes for some reason. So now I have become General Manager Assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With American Property leaving, Ricardo calls me up.  Wants me to submit a resume to him the end of this month. Ok, combining this paragraph and the one before it together to sum stuff up.  Ricard and Mr. Chang both feel that I can do more than where I am at now.  Both feel within a few years I could be a great GM.  Freaky.  With all that is going on, I feel a little lost.  What do they see?  I don't see it.  I know I get stuff done, but not like I should. I feel that I could do my work more diligent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I submit my resume to Ricardo, that means I would be transferring most likely to New Mexico or Texas.  I like American Property and Ricard was a great boss, but with what Chang has offered me changes things.  He said I could take classes on management and the company would pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is, whoa.  Overwhelming. I don't even know all the stuff I am going to be doing now.  I need more information.  Accounting people coming over next week and that will help me out to get things sorted out.  People here are already teasing me with my new title.  I dunno.  Not teasing but using that new tittle on me fondly I guess you can say.  It's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird.  I was so excited when I became Front Desk Manager. Now, no. I don't regret my choice, if that make sense. I know I can do this GM stuff but of what my old boss and the owner talks so  highly about me.  It's like more than I think I am.  I don't see it.  I can do it, but do I want to do it?  I knew stuff was going to happen and thus why I need prayers. This is also why I asked for prayers early last week.  I need guidance.</content>
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    <title>LOL</title>
    <published>2006-06-17T21:27:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-17T21:27:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupidvideos.com/video/song_dance/Milk_And_Cereal/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stupidvideos.com/resources/images/sv_logo.gif" width="133" height="46" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupidvideos.com/video/song_dance/Milk_And_Cereal/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it now on StupidVideos!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>:-)</title>
    <published>2006-06-17T18:52:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I talked to my son today on the phone and it made my day!  He is out on the road with his dad, doing the truck driving thing.  Daniel is having so much fun and I and very happy to hear it!</content>
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    <title>Aw man, I got tooth paste on my shirt.</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T19:26:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T19:26:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I forget you can't just dab water on it to make it go away.  Dab, dab, dab.  Looks like it's gone.  Shirt dries. Nope! Still there. I wonder if people can see it at work?</content>
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    <title>Going to get fit.</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T17:20:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-23T17:20:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to get my body toned up.  My clothes don't fit as nice as they too.  The toning up with also result in me losing some weight.  The scale tells me I am 165lbs. Naughty scale!  I will be posting mostly on my myspace blog about my progress since I spend more time on there.  I will try to remember to post on here too.  I am healthy over all (my doctor says) other than my weight.</content>
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    <title>Don't assume</title>
    <published>2006-05-13T15:35:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-13T15:35:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate when people assume things about me.  Why don't they just ask me, talk to me?  This shows me that they don't know me. Maybe they are hearing rumors about me from someone else.  Maybe they are insecure. Maybe jealous of me. I don't know.  I am not going to ASSUME. Get to know me through me and no one else.  Then you can tell me what you think of me, ok?  I am tired of this crap.  Stop talking crap about me.  STOP ASSUMING THINGS OF ME AND TALK TO ME.  Heck of a lot easier. And if you are wondering, it's more than one person so who ever is reading this and getting pissed off, get over it.</content>
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    <title>Three more hours</title>
    <published>2006-04-20T02:59:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-20T02:59:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Only three more hours of swing shift and I am done.  I am a bit nervous working this shift.  Haven't worked this shift in a while.  Nervous because a few weeks back one of the girls at the front desk got assaulted.  She's ok, thank God.  Wish this shift would hurry up.</content>
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    <title>Woo hoo!</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T20:40:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-11T20:40:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My boss is sick and not coming in today! Woo hoo!</content>
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    <title>To much work drama</title>
    <published>2006-04-08T19:41:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-08T19:41:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why is it when we have hardly any room or no rooms at all is when all the dram hits? Everything was cool when I left at 5pm.  No problems.  Them wham! People are in rooms that said they were checked out, or the wrong room.  Someone smoked in a nonsmoking room and so I have to use a room that is not completely ready to sell, but the guest were cool with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, someone pulls the fire alarm as a prank, someone doesn't have any pillows in their room, room keys don't work. Peoples stuff are still in the room and they know we don't have that type of room and they KNOW they have to more to a different room. I gave discounts, rearrange reservations and blah, blah blah.  You know what though?  I am not really stressed.  A bit irritated because of some guests, but not going crazy.  Those days off helped me so much.  Not to mention I've got a good team of girls. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's switch gears.  Taking my son to see his doctor on Monday.  He has a persistent cough that just wont go away.  It sounds flemy (gross, huh).  Plus I am going to talk to his doctor to check if Daniel has ADD.  His dad and his grandfather on his dad's side has it and I have a strong feeling that he does too.  So once he is evaluated and if he is, I want to find a way without using drugs to help him.  My hubby knows this pharmacist guy forever and a day and I would like for us to talk to him about alternative ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work out more.  I am not fitting into my clothes as good as I used to.  That and eating to much junk food. Mmmmmm, I love my sugar.</content>
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    <title>Back to work am I.</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T19:58:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T19:58:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Second day back at work. My brain is a little foggy from not using it. LOL  We had a good time in Laughlin.  Shaw a show and a rodeo.  That was my first rodeo and honestly, I was bored!  I was with Robert.  My mom and son just hung out and my grandpa had left for home early.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo!  We got a puppy and a kitty a few days ago!  The puppy is seven months old named Allan (by my son).  I will try to post a picture of him.  The kitty is MINE! *happy dance* Cute ball of fur and his name is Logan. I will try to post a picture of him as well.  We got them both from a lady who helps out the Human Society. Logan was found abandoned and Allan has an interesting story.  Of what the lady told us, Allan came from a drunk woman who was hard to let Allan go.  That is all we were told but I can see there is more.  It looks like he was abused by the way he acts.  He freak out sometimes.  My son loves to jump around and such and he did that not to far from Allan and the dog backed away and barked at him.  Daniel had kicked one of his heels in the dirk and Allan growled.  A few days ago I was running back and forth will Allan when I stoped real quick. The dog just cowered down.  Poor puppy.  He's a bit shy too.  I think with time he will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my kitty is just a normal crazy kitten. LOL Already loves to sleep in my bed. Awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, lunch time!</content>
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    <title>Awwwwww!</title>
    <published>2006-03-30T19:51:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-30T19:51:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My husband sent me flowers to work for our One Year Wedding Aniverary! Awww!  How sweet!!!</content>
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    <title>No one on line</title>
    <published>2006-03-28T17:22:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-28T17:22:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The GM is gone for a while and no one is on line to chat with. Darn it!</content>
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    <title>Oh yeah, another thing</title>
    <published>2006-03-26T22:41:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-26T22:41:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mom, husband and I did an early celebration for my son’s birthday.  We took him out for pizza and to play the video games.  Daniel was playing a race game for so long!  He just loves race games.  After that we went back to my parent’s house for cake and for him to open presents.  Of all the things Daniel got he loved to play his “Guess Who” game…and it’s not a computer game! Woo hoo!  Daniel and I were playing it for about 30 min.  He took it with him when he went to my parents house (I had to go to work and Robert was just getting off from working all night long).  He was going to show my parents how to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert is going up to San Diego real quick to pick up our wedding rings.  We got them cleaned and inspected last Sunday and the lady said the diamonds on my wedding band were loose so that need to be fixed.  They also do this thing where they polish the rings so it wont look scratchy so we thought we might as well get all the rings done since it is covered anyway.  Feels weird not to have them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, almost time to go home from work! Yeah!</content>
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    <title>My son can be so grown up</title>
    <published>2006-03-26T22:31:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">When six year old acts grown up, it’s so cute.  Two different things happen to me this past week.  One is that I have yet to learn broccoli does not like me even though I love it.  It gave me a really bad stomach ache. The kind where you don’t want to move pain. Daniel asked me what was wrong as I was all scrunched up on the couch and I told him my stomach hurts a lot. He came next to me and rubbed my back saying “There, there. It will be ok.  You will feel better soon.” Awwww!  The other was a few days ago. I had smashed my finger at work and showed Daniel my ouchy. He looked at it with concern and wrapped his finger around the part that didn’t hurt. Daniel told me he will hold it, he will not squish it, he will not pull it.  He will hold it and take care of it. So cute.  But then he asked me if it died. LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another time over a year ago that I was really sick.  As I lay in bed, feeling yucky, he came in the room and gave me a leaf. Daniel said “Here mommy, to make you feel better.” I still have that leaf.</content>
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    <title>Woo hoo!</title>
    <published>2006-03-25T21:37:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Going Gir crazy here! Awwwww!!!!!! I love it!</content>
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    <title>This is cute!</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T22:12:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T22:12:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Trying to remember this to use this latter for myspace.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/mslcss/index.php?layout=2817"&gt;http://www.blinkyou.com/mslcss/index.php?layout=2817&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ok...let's copy paste stuff from my other journal. LOL</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T22:10:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T22:10:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Any who.  What's been going on?  Did I mention my son's birthday is coming up and my one year wedding anniversary? Hurray on both occasions!  Robert and I bought Daniel some birthday presents which we still need to wrap and my mom gave him some money and let him pick out some things for himself.  He bought something to play in the sand, a toy boat or and a little burger restaurant for his Matchbox and Hot Wheels.  I need to buy a cake still. Daniel wants chocolate cake he said and so it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wait, I think I wrote already where I am going for my anniversary, didn't I? Oh yeah.  I am pretty sure.  There was something else I wanted to write about. Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my family is very blessed and fortunate.  I was telling Robert the other day about it.  One of my friends is struggling to get things for his and his girlfriend's new baby due in July. They don't have a lot of things for the baby, especially since their twins are using a lot of stuff still since they are only toddlers. So, me and Robert bought them a stroller and sent it to them as a surprise (which they got already, woo hoo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my other friends is going through a rough time in where she is at as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have a lot of friends or family who live near me, but I do keep in contact with them, which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that is what is going on in my life.</content>
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    <title>Another one of those hotel things people do</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T22:05:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T22:05:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A guy checked in yesterday and wanted to know if we had a gym.  I told him yes and showed him the location and where it was from his room.  He seemed really wanting to work out. No problem.  So he goes to his room and maybe five min latter he wants to know if he can have a room closer to the gym. Must have been to long a walk for him. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I haven't been on this much.  Sorry.  I use myspace a lot.  If you want, you can find me there at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fireshaper"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/fireshaper&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Way to emotion in me right now. Need to vent!</title>
    <published>2006-02-27T05:21:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-27T05:21:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">John has been gone from this world a little over a week.  Hard to believe. Before he passed away, he sent me a picture of himself to my phone.  It is the one he is wearing a yellow jacket, taken in the truck he will never get to drive again.  I getting that picture printed out. Call it a gift from him I guess you could say.  Something for me to hold to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are so out of what.  I get mad and sad about little things.  It doesn't even have to do with John, but I get upset.  Maybe it is just stressed.  Maybe it's because I have to go to work for 14 days for some reason or another.  Wont have a day off until who knows when.  And I mean that by not going to work for what ever reason it is.  Maybe it's because I feel that I was burned by someone I know and that person is just making up excuses for their own benefit. Grrrrr!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation.  To much stress. Think that is why my skin is breaking out so bad and looks like a lot of hair is coming out of my head every time I brush my hair or what ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream, I want to cry and I want to yell!</content>
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