<?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-11953513</id><updated>2011-07-26T06:56:59.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's Crib</title><subtitle type='html'>Someone once told me that if you were destined for greatness, you knew it....unfortunately, I shot him....that was a great shot....JK!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-114173705708085160</id><published>2006-03-07T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T06:10:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is here!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven't blogged for a while, that doesn't mean that I don't think about it!!  Forgive me, ok?  I have a new baby here!  Just for those who don't know, I had a baby girl, named Jennifer Robyn.  She was another week after my last blog that she finally decided to grace us with her presence.  She was beautiful from the moment she was born.  I love her to pieces.  I don't want to put any specifics on here, but if you are a friend, then email me and I will let you know back what they were.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny is doing good.  Roy is doing really good with her, and with me.  We just celebrated our one year anniversary, which was really nice.  We got the honeymoon sweethearts package at a hotel in town here, and that was awesome.  So great.  Anyways, everyone is doing really well, and we can't imagine our lives without Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that nothing is new.  Almost everyone who reads this I talk to on a consistant basis, so this is really boring to you.  Well, gtg, Jenny is wailing.  Latah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-114173705708085160?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/114173705708085160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=114173705708085160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/114173705708085160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/114173705708085160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-baby-is-here.html' title='My baby is here!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-113691336667660466</id><published>2006-01-10T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:16:06.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last blog before the baby</title><content type='html'>So here I am 6 days overdue, which I know is completely normal, thanks...and I am just relishing in the fact that either tommorow, thursday or friday, I could be induced and have my baby here.  I guess i knew somehow that I would be late, and that I would know when I was going to put into labour.  I somehow knew it wouldn't be sprung on me, and have my water break on the floor of the restaurant and go into strong contractions immediately.  I knew I would be induced and get the knowledge of the fact that the baby is coming, and I will be ready.  Not a dramatic "OMG!MY WATER JUST BROKE....GET ME TO A DOCTOR, YOU IDIOT!"  Yelling that at the closest male, whether it be Roy, or the little convieniece store boy that faints behind the cash register.  I knew it wouldn't be like that, even though they so falsely potray that  on sitcoms.  I guess becuase it is so unreal that it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;          BUT.....&lt;br /&gt;As much as everyone else wants this baby here, and I do too, don't get me wrong...these are the last days of me.  Know what I mean?  After this, it won't be me anymore It won't be..."how are you doing? "  It'll be..." how is the baby?"  And that is fine...i know htat is the way it should be, and I know that I should be on the back burner.  I have created a life, and it should be the main focus.  SOmeone new and who needs to know love.  I know I will put the baby first too, without even knowing it.  I already do.  So, with me sounding like I am happy that the baby isn't here yet, is somewhat true.  My whole life is going to change, and I don't know what it's going to be like.  I am scared, and nervous.  I have barely ever held a baby, nevermind cared for one EVERYDAY!  Mind you, they grow up, and I know I am going to miss it so much.  This is my one chance (Roy plans to have a vesectamy after this) to be a mom to a little baby, and as nervous and scared as I am, I am also so excited I can barely wait.  I want to see this thing that has been kicking the crap out of me everyday.  I want to see the product of pain and fear for 10 months.  I want to see what Roy and I made together, and to see him as a father.  I want to see my mom and dad and brother looking at something that is loved by them almost as much as I love it.  I want to see Roy's parents looking at the grandchild they never thought they would have.  I want all this, but I don't know this truth yet in my life.  All I do is imagine it.  I'm scared that I am imagining to much, and that this won't come true.  Things never turn out for me the way that I picture them.  So this big happy bubble that I have in my mind of what it is going to be like, might not be true.  I guess that is why I am not so apprehensive to pop this kid out this second.  To say that I could have the kid tommorow, or thursday or friday, is surreal to me.  I don't know what to think, or feel.  I have only known life taking care of myself (or a boyfriend) and having to think for myself.  Now I have to think for 2.  Everywhere I go and everything I do will have to work around a kid.  How I talk and hold myself and what goes into that little mind is in my hands.  I guess I just want to enjoy it being me for the next few days, or hours, becuase it will never be like this again.  Mind you, I am tired of being tired and pregnant, so I want it out, but am scared of the conciquences after too.  But I already said that.  So right now I am at both ends of the teeter-totter.  Mind you, one of them is pregnant, and the other isn't, so it's kinda uneven, but that doesn't matter.  The baby will come, and I want it to.  I know once I am a mom I won't be able to picture my life without my kid.  Just like when I was a kid myself, I couldn't picture myself about to be a mom, and now I can barely imagine myself being that kid.  I read a book lately that the lady wrote about the main charecter going back and forth in memories of her life...from being a little kid, to a teen, to an adult and going to those memories and how she felt in each one....it's funny how feelings change and grow.  The memories were always about this boy she loved(becuase he was the main point of the book, becuase he died in her adult years, and she was just going back and thinking of her life with him in it) and just all the emotions of a teenager in love made me think of my teenage love.  I hope that I can keep hold of all the different emotions and dramatic feelings that I had when I was a teen, and the complete and utter nieveness(is that the right term?) I had as a child.  I hope that I can keep all of those for my kid, so that I can remember what it felt like when they go through those things.  Even now, I know I can look back 30 years from now at how I am feeling, even though I am not all that good at writing it out, but I will know what I feel, and how immature I will think I was.  Funny how that is.  I feel so mature, but I know I will look back and think what a child I was.  I do the same thing when I was a teen.  I thought I was so mature in my feelings, when really it was so sad and mundane.  Oh well.  Sorry, I am blabbering.    That is how I am feeling right now though, very deep in thought, and that's ok.  I get like that once and a while, and there is nothing wrong with it.  I just think about things.  I don't do it as much as before though.  I kinda am more easy going now.  My depression hasn't been back at all since I have met Roy.  Not like it used to be.  Of course I cry and there is no reason behind it, but that is a pregnant thing, and I only do that like for 5 minutes once every like, 3 weeks or something.  It isn't a thrashing suicidal thing.  Not anymore.  I am glad about that.  I am honestly happy, and I hope that it stays this way.   I hope that we can make each other happy for as long as we can.  I know a relationship is hard, but I htink this one will be worth fighting for when it comes time for it.  I can honestly say that this time.  This is the most mature relationship I have ever had, and not just because we are having a child together.  Becuase of the fact that I am honestly happy, and he is too, and that we agree, or don't, but I have learned to just take it easy, and go with the flow.  &lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck, and the next blog won't be as deep, I promise.  It'll be about my baby, and how things went.  Later gater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-113691336667660466?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/113691336667660466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=113691336667660466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113691336667660466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113691336667660466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-blog-before-baby.html' title='Last blog before the baby'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-113517170598553328</id><published>2005-12-21T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T06:28:26.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramma is HOME!</title><content type='html'>So I am extremely happy to announce that my gramma FINALLY came home yesterday.  She has been in the hospital for almost, or close to 2 months already.  It is so good to see her in good health, and back at home where she belongs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have less than 2 weeks left in my pregnancy.  I am terrified.  I have a doctors appointment today, and I need to know if the baby has turned.  I can't tell.  All I can tell is where the bum is, and that is usually in my ribs.  But that is the extent of it.  I can't believe that soon Roy and I are going to be parents.  Wow.  Anyways, enough about that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Winnipeg again, and had a little get together with some family.  That was nice.  Roy and I are having Christmas at his parents place this year, and I feel kinda bad, becuase everyone is wanting to have Christmas with Gramma, since she just got out of the hospital.  AND The way things are going, this might be the last Christmas we spend with her.  I feel bad, becuase so far I have been ok to travel, but that may change, who knows?  Well, we will see her in the new year.  I can't see anyone coming out here to see me and the baby, so I guess they will all just have to wait.  Sorry Gramma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope that everyone has a good Christmas, and a happy new year.  I am sure that I will be on to write again before the new year, but if not, then have a good one!  Latah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-113517170598553328?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/113517170598553328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=113517170598553328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113517170598553328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113517170598553328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/12/gramma-is-home.html' title='Gramma is HOME!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-113439947437412244</id><published>2005-12-12T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T07:57:54.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is COMING!!</title><content type='html'>So, here I am moved in with Roy.  Things are going really well, so for those of you whom I don't talk to everyday, I just want you to know that things are all good.  We really enjoy each other, and haven't fought or anything!  We have a blast together.  We have the Christmas lights up on the house, so that looks really nice.  I will take a picture of them tonight and put them on my webpage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming up fast, hey?  I actually have all my shoppping done early this year, surprisingly.  All the presents are wrapped and under the tree.  That is a good feeling, being prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is doing good.  This is week 37.  The babe is getting really big, and a lot of the time it feels like my stomach is going to rip open becuase it is so large.  Moves a lot too, and I can see my stomach moving around a lot of the time.  Pretty neat.  I have almost everything ready.   I finally got my mickey mouse stickers in the mail that I want to put up in the baby's room.  That will pretty much be the finishing touch for the nursery.  Doctor appointments show that everything is good.  I just have to get ready for popping anyday.  It can happen anytime now, so I am on high alert.  I think it will be late anyways, but just in case, I have the bags packed and ready to go.  Well, the baby's bag anyways, mine is still needing to be packed.  Atleast I have one done.  I am getting some braxton hicks contractions lately, which is just a feeling like a menstral cramp, that goes away quickly, but it is still there.  They are just my uturus contracting, getting ready for labour.  They aren't bad, or serious, just part of what is going on in there.  Other than that, I have been feeling ok.  I get tired really easy, and I need to go to bed early, or else have a nap during the day, or both!  Just for an update on how that is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have all my Records of Employment, and am going to the Employment office to drop the last one off today.  Then they should be able to process my Maturnity benifits, and I will finally get some money.  That will be nice, considering that I am broke right now.  Christmas shopping and all, this isn't a good time to not have money coming in, when I have to spend most of it on others.  But that is all ok.  It's done now, so I just have to conserve my money, and not go out.  That isn't a hard thing for me to do, considering that I don't ever feel like doing anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all that is new.  I will write more later!  Later, gater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-113439947437412244?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/113439947437412244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=113439947437412244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113439947437412244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113439947437412244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is COMING!!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-113277317856688499</id><published>2005-11-23T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:12:58.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon Ultrasound's Policies BLOW!!</title><content type='html'>So, we went to our ultrasound appointment yesterday.  I was so looking forward to getting to see the baby, that it wasn't even funny.  I went to the doctor earlier in the day, and heard the heartbeat, and got told that everything was going well.  BUT, I just wanted to see the baby, and know that everything is growing ok. It is, by the way, but I hate the way that they do things there.  I need to rant about it, becuase I have been to Winnipeg, and I know that there are other options than the ones that they do in Brandon.  First off, the person doing the ultrasound brings just the mother in....whatever, fine...then they lay me on the bed, and sit facing me.  In otherwords, the screen is facing away from me....HOW FRICKIN GAY!  Then they sit there and do all this stuff, get to look at the baby, and I just lie there.  They don't talk, because they are doing their thing, but I just lie there and look at the wall.  Then, once they are done, they call in the father(if he is with You) or whomever, and then they move the screen to the side so that we can see, and they show you everything once, and you get to see the baby for about 2 minutes, when I was lying there for close to a half an hour.  If they did it like Winnipeg, and had the tech sit facing the same way as you, then things would be different.  You get to see the baby the whole time they are doing their thing.  Get to see them move and jump and roll around for almost that half and hour that you are in there.  Brandon blows.  They can suck my white ass.  I am NOT happy.  If I had the money, I would go to Winnipeg for all this stuff.  THey don't let your spouse, or whomever in there with you for a while, then you can't take pictures, and you can't know the sex of the baby either.  Whatever.  I just really hate their policies.  THEN!  Because I was over 25 weeks, apparently the pictures suck, and they wouldn't give me any.  Whatever, like, I was so mad when I left there, that I cryed for almost an hour.  Then I realized that in 5 weeks, I will get to see the baby's face and hold it, and see it all the time, and take as many pictures as I want.  That, and the baby is looking fine in there, and everything is doing really well.  I was so emotional that I didn;t get a picture that I didn't even focus on the real reason that I was there, and that was to make sure the baby is doing good.  Which, it is.  Thank Goodness.  So everything there is good, but I have no pictures for anyone.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw my Grandma on Monday.  Dad drove, and Roy came along, and we went and saw her for about an hour and a half.  After 3 and a half or so hours of driving there, then having to drive back the same amount (4 and a half for Dad) back to Brandon, it's a long day in the car.  That, and she is still in the hospital, so there is only a limited amount to do, and she looked like she was going to need her rest.  Anyways, she is in the right place, and that is all I will say on the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this boring and depressing blog, but that was my weekend.  On the plus side, the bathroom at Roy's is done enough to shower in.  There are a few touch ups that need to be done, but other than that, it's finished.  It looks so good.  Dad and Roy, you did a good job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of the windmills and of the bathroom will be up for a while on my website soon, so check it out!  Latah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-113277317856688499?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/113277317856688499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=113277317856688499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113277317856688499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113277317856688499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/11/brandon-ultrasounds-policies-blow.html' title='Brandon Ultrasound&apos;s Policies BLOW!!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-113235246154727815</id><published>2005-11-18T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T15:21:10.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLABBER!</title><content type='html'>So, the weather is SO nasty out, or was!  Winter is here my friends, I do believe!  But they say that it will be snowman weather right away, and today I could make one.  Slushy out, but it is finally melting...anyways...enough about the weather, talking about it makes me feel old!  &lt;br /&gt;I was looking at some pictures that my mom has been taking throughout my pregnancy.  Man, am i huge.  It's sad.  I thought I was fat before....man oh man, i don't think that I knew what was coming.  I'm huge.  But I guess that is all parts of it.  I don't mind.  Better big than nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I have an ultrasound on Tuesday.  Becuase it is a fetal assessment, I guess they want me in there ASAP, so tuesday it is.  Usually they are booked months in advance, somehow they managed to squeeze me in.  That was nice to know.  I was starting to wonder. Anyways, I will copy the pictures that I get, and I will put them on my webpage, since I can't figure out how to do it on here again.  I think I have a disability when it comes to putting pictures on the blog.  Whatever, anyways, look for it there.  www.pointless-nostalgic.piczo.com .  I am looking forward to it!  Very exciting!  Plus, Roy has the day off, so he can come too, for sure!  YEAH!  I get to see my baby!  Sorry Roy, OUR baby.  &lt;br /&gt;I also got word from Nolan that he is going to be done work on the 2nd of December.  He will be coming home soon after that.  I am excited.  I miss my brother so much.  YEAH!  I guess he will want to drive and see my gramma though, since she is still in the hospital.  The word is that she has heart problems, so Dad and I and Roy are going there on Monday to see her.  I want to judge for myself how she is doing.  Miss you Gramma.&lt;br /&gt;I am done work next week, and will be going on Maturnity leave right after.  It will be wierd not working, but it will be ok.  I have really enjoyed this job, and everyone that I have worked with.  It is nice to leave a job feeling good about it.  Haven't really ever had that, well, the Sev in Calgary and Brandon, but that is it.  Everything else has been a downer after.  Oh well, what we do for money.  Anyways, I am really going to miss this job, and I wish that I could go back to it after.  Oh well.  Thanks anyways everyone (if anyone from work is reading this......).&lt;br /&gt;So that means that I am moving into Roy's place when I am done work, so my buddies better watch out, becuase I am BACK IN BRANDON!  I miss everyone, so I will try and get visits in before Christmas and the baby get here.  I miss everyone, and haven't seen to many people lately.  Well, hopefully we can see each other soon.  &lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later, and be carefull out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-113235246154727815?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/113235246154727815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=113235246154727815' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113235246154727815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113235246154727815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/11/blabber.html' title='BLABBER!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-113156395388966856</id><published>2005-11-09T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:19:13.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since we've no place to go.....let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!</title><content type='html'>Well, we have now had our second dump of snow here....but it will be gone by the weekend.  I want it to snow, and just get it done and over with.  I like the snow, and the sooner it comes, the sooner it leaves.  Atleast I see it that way.  Just do it and get it over with is what I say.  But I also like the snow.  I wish that I had snow pants and then I could go and make a snowman in the snow with the kids that my mom nannies.  That would be fun.  I always liked making snowmen.  That was fun...and all I can think of when I go out and see the snow, is how much I want to make a snowman.  Oh well...couple more years and I can do it with our kid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor and dentist this weekend.  Things are going well, and the baby has apparently turned so that it is head down, compaired to the last time I was there and the baby was on it's side.  So that is good.  Everything went well with that first visit to the doctor on Monday...then I went to the dentist later on, and I have to get my wisdom teeth pulled out...but they don't hurt, so I can wait until I have the baby to get it done.  I can't get any numbing stuff right now, so I think I will wait the little while and get it done.  THEN the next day I went and saw a specialist in medicine who I was referred to by my doctor about this blood checking I have to do, and she said that I am fine, and to just check my blood every couple of days, if that.  As long as I stay on my diet things are fine.  So, that is what I will do.  I was going to write off the whole thing as a waste of time, but she is ordering me another ultrasound to have before the baby comes, so that is nice...I wanted one for the longest time.  Anyways, so everything is good, other than me having to get my teeth ripped out.  Eww.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-113156395388966856?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/113156395388966856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=113156395388966856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113156395388966856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113156395388966856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/11/since-weve-no-place-to-golet-it-snow.html' title='Since we&apos;ve no place to go.....let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-113103632334238909</id><published>2005-11-03T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:45:23.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November Blues...</title><content type='html'>Well, October whipped by like nobody's business.  What made it go so quick?  Probably I was really busy, and I couldn't wait for Halloween.  Now it's all over, and I need something to do in November....other than the 12th, when I am booked up.  That is the only day that I have something to do.  Oh well.  Something will come up I am sure.  If anyone knows what to do in November, I would be glad to hear some suggestions.  I think that I should just work my butt off, and get done work early.  That sounds good to me, then I can move into Roy's sooner!   That sounds extra good.  Maybe that is what I will do.  Ha ha, so there!  I thought of it on my own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, whenever I write on here, I always think of my brother...whenever I want to talk, and can't think of something to say, I automaticly think of talking about my brother.  But, of course I have nothing to say about him, except that I miss him.  It seems that everytime I try and talk to him, he is more and more distant to me.  I don't know why.  But Nolan, if you are reading this....I miss ya buddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to try and take it more easy than I have been.  I put in some new computer towers (took out the old one, and plugged in the new one)at work, and I had to carry them, lift them and stretch all in behind them to plug them in yesterday at work.  This is normally nothing to me.  But I was in so much pain last night, that i went to bed at 8:30, becuase i had stretched my tummy so bad.  It felt horrible to even breathe.  But I feel better today, just my arms are sore...don't know where that is from.  Probably from lying on my side all the time.  I can't wait to sleep on my tummy again....mmmm...tummy sleeping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is all.  Give me some insight on something to do for November.  I'm bored silly.  Later, gater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-113103632334238909?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/113103632334238909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=113103632334238909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113103632334238909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113103632334238909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/11/november-blues.html' title='November Blues...'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-113043582283429076</id><published>2005-10-27T01:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:57:02.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My finger doesn't hurt!</title><content type='html'>Ok so for everyone that doesn't know, I was told that i have border line gestational diabetes, which is diabetes during pregnancy.  It isn't so bad, and i don't have to take insulin shots or anything, but i do have to moniter my blood 3 times a day, or more.  That sucks, but meh, it isn't so bad.  When i went to the nutritionist, and health nurse, they were really nice, and taught me about what i had, and explained it really well.  Then the lady(nancy) taught me how to use the finger pricker thingy.  It doesn't hurt as much as i thought it would, and i have a really nice machine that doesn't take much blood at all.  Which is nice, becuase i don't like doing it.  Anyways, she told me that the strips for the thing are a buck a piece, and using 3 a day, that can get pretty expensive.  So that was a bummer, but on the plus side, they gave me a free Winnie the Pooh diaper bag, that is really really nice, and some free gerber bath products.  So that was nice of them.  Then i saw the nutritionist after, and she was really helpful with telling me what foods to avoid, and how many carbs I can have in a day.  That was really nice, and helpful.  So far in my testings, I haven;t gone over what I am supposed to, so i think that just watching what I eat, and not going over what I am supposed to is going to make a difference.  BUT the thing with the strips....well, i was scared i was going to have to pay for that out of my pocket, but I went to the drugstore, and it ends up that I am covered for that under Roy's health insurance, and it doens't cost me anything!  So that was awesome as well.  So it isn't as bad as I thought that it was going to be.  Hell, maybe this will make me more healthy!  I even excersised yesterday, if you can believe that!  Anyways, that was all good.  &lt;br /&gt;I am off to the bank now!  Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-113043582283429076?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/113043582283429076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=113043582283429076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113043582283429076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/113043582283429076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-finger-doesnt-hurt.html' title='My finger doesn&apos;t hurt!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-112975202986663222</id><published>2005-10-19T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:36:48.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Biggest Fear</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have had some major things going on lately.  Well, not so much with me, but with the people that I love.  Nolan, my brother, had his appendix out all of a sudden last week.  He was in and out of the hospital quickly, and that is good.  We were kinda scared for a while, because we didn't know if he was covered under some sort of medical coverage, and thought that maybe mom and dad would've had to pay for all the expenses!!  That would've sucked, but it turned out that he was covered and everything was ok.  He is still healing up, but it is such a minor surgery now, that it really isn't that big of a deal!  Good to hear though, and glad that he is out of that pain.  &lt;br /&gt;My gramma is in the hospital right now, but she is going to be alright, i think.  She is a fighter and will get through this.  &lt;br /&gt;The baby and I are doing good.  Only 11 more weeks to go. The baby kicks me all the time in the ribs, but I am jsut glad to have him/her moving around in there.  The doctor said taht the baby is sideways in my tummy, which is nothing bad, just that is why i am getting it in the ribs all the time.  Funny.  What else?Oh, i start prenatal classes on saturday, so that is something new.  That should be good.  Roy and Mom are doing them with me, so that is nice.&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call from the doc about some more tests that i took.  I am so scared that something is going to happen to this baby.  I just want my baby to be here and be born, and then i will know that everything is ok, and she/he is safe.  I am scared right now of everyting.  My biggest fear is losing the baby.  Biggest fear that I can think of.  Or have ever thought of.  I hope things are ok.    Scary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-112975202986663222?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/112975202986663222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=112975202986663222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112975202986663222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112975202986663222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-biggest-fear.html' title='My Biggest Fear'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-112552214188064353</id><published>2005-08-31T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:03:56.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted Love</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel I've got to. . . run away, I've got to. . . get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share seems to go nowhere, And I've lost my life, For I toss and turn; I can't sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Once I ran to you, now I run from you.&lt;br /&gt;This tainted love you've given,&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all a boy could give you.&lt;br /&gt;Take my tears and that's not really all. . .&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love, ohh, tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla Bla Bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease.&lt;br /&gt;I love you though you hurt me so.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna pack my things and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, tainted love (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me baby, tainted love (repeat &amp; fade out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I had to put that in here, I don't know.  It got in my head, and had to share with everyone.  Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-112552214188064353?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/112552214188064353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=112552214188064353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112552214188064353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112552214188064353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/08/tainted-love.html' title='Tainted Love'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-112508250129562505</id><published>2005-08-26T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:55:01.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Get Down!</title><content type='html'>I constantly have that song in my head, you know the one.  By the guy from that band, you know?  This is how a heart breaks!  That's the lyrics.  I can't remember his name, or the band's name.  I'm so dumb.  It's a good thing that i was writing that, becuase i forget EVERYTHING since I've been pregnant.  It's crazy.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is new here.  I have decided that I am going on a holiday to Calgary in September, because I won't have time to in the fall.  I am really looking forward to seeing everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are these 2 teens that come in there, and they are as lovebirdy as Lyle and I were at their age.  It makes me think back at how innocent and nieve I was.  hmm I am so glad that i am not that young anymore.  I'm glad that I am with a real man, not someone who thinks he is, becuase he can get his rocks off.  Oh well, all part of the learning process I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is doing fine.  The kicks feel different.  It kinda feels like a gas bubble moving or something when it kicks.  Kinda neat!  I go to the doc soon, so I'll let you knwo what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all have a loverly day!!  Loves and kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps the guys name is Rob Thomas.  I remembered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-112508250129562505?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/112508250129562505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=112508250129562505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112508250129562505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112508250129562505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/08/everybody-get-down.html' title='Everybody Get Down!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-112508301524148030</id><published>2005-08-26T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:03:35.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/7592/640/me%20and%20belle.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/112/7592/320/me%20and%20belle.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-112508301524148030?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/112508301524148030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=112508301524148030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112508301524148030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112508301524148030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/08/2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-112447039100548192</id><published>2005-08-19T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:53:11.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Job is in the works!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I guess I am staying home longer than I thought.  I was offered my job here at the library again for the fall term.  It runs 12 weeks, and starts on the 19th of September, until like December 5th-ish i guess.  I was told a while ago that the fall term runs until March, so there was no way that that was going to work with the baby being due Jan. 4th.  But now it has changed.  This is a job that I can handle working until then, plus I can for sure get my maturnity leave.  I was a bit worried, since I was fired from JCI.  Anyways, this clears that up.  The only thing that sucks is that I can't move in with Roy in September.  But, good things come to those that wait, they say, so I'll wait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to Mel or Nikki, or Zita, or Nolan, or Uncle Tom, or any of my other buds in Calgary, I want to come for a visit on the week or so that I have off between the terms in September.  Look for a Blue Pontiac Grand Prix crusin the streets of Cow-town!  I am so psyced!  It'll be so fun.  I don't know when I will be able to get out there again, so I figured that I had better get out there while I can!  I miss you all so much!  Well, that's it for today I suppose.  Loves and kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-112447039100548192?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/112447039100548192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=112447039100548192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112447039100548192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112447039100548192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/08/job-is-in-works.html' title='Job is in the works!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-112430835881392050</id><published>2005-08-17T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T13:52:38.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy CRAP!!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  It has been FOREVER since i have written on here.  I guess i should start with updating you on my summer, hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shortly after that last blog, I moved in with Mom and Dad.  Things have been going good there.  A lot better than when I lived there as a teen, but I guess that I am not a teen anymore.  I got a job when I first moved back working at Subway.  It was good, and I really liked the people that I worked with.  BUT, i got a job offer from the library for the summer working for the CAP site ( the computers) in town, and they were giving me more hours(and easier work) and more money.  I took that job.  It has been a really easy job, and I have met a lot of nice people.  It's almost done though, so that sucks.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;I have had a good summer though.  I usually go out to brandon to Roy's place for the weekend.  We have gone camping to Minnedosa, and St. Ambroise with Auntie Linda, Uncle Jack, Kristen and Shelby.  We camped with the tent, and we really want to get a camper for next year.  Other weekends we just pretty much hung out in town.  Roy bought a pool a couple of weekends ago, and we just got to use it the weekend that he bought it.  Oh well.  We are up to date on all the new releases at Blockbuster though.  I think that we spend more money there than anywhere else.  LOL.  Uncle Boji died this summer, just before the big reunion in July( I think), so that really sucks.  I haven't seen my gramma at all, and I feel really bad about that.  I mainly worked a lot, and Roy and I just hung out.  Very relaxing summer, but got some golfing and some camping in there.  So that is good.  &lt;br /&gt;The pregnancy is going well.  We had a bit of a scare a while back, and I had to go into winnipeg for an ultrasound, but other than that, things have gone well.  I am not all that large, but the tummy is just starting to grow now.  I am in week 20 this week, and I am halfway through it all.  The baby moves A LOT, and I think Roy is getting jealous.  He wants to feel the baby i think.  I just want the baby here.  Anyways, both our families are getting into it all, and that is really nice.  I can finally celebrate my child.  &lt;br /&gt;I just want to shout out to Chantel, and her family.  I wish you guys all the best, and I hope that there is a fast recovery there. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will get to write sooner this next time.  Talk later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-112430835881392050?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/112430835881392050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=112430835881392050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112430835881392050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/112430835881392050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/08/holy-crap.html' title='Holy CRAP!!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111809558481462956</id><published>2005-06-06T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:06:24.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New stuff</title><content type='html'>Sorry everyone that it has been a while since I have blogged at all.  Things have gone, well, kinda weird.  I am not employed with JCI anymore, due to different reasons, that i don't want to get into.  If you would like to know the story, you can email me, i don't like posting shit about companies over the net.  You never know who is reading........stop following me!  Anyways, becuase of that, and that Roy and I are no longer going to be living together, I am moving back to Mom and Dad's.  I have a job interview with the Sher-wood, which is an elderly home, being a cook.  The pay is $12.00 an hour, so that is great!  The main cook, Cindy, is the lady that my mom is being a nanny for.  My mom is a nanny for 2 kids, Nickolas, and Wyatt.  They are adorable, and their mom is Cindy, so it all fits pretty damn good, so hopefully I am right in there.  Wish me luck! I never wanted to move home worth anything in me before, but for some reason, I am really lookign forward to moving home, I don't know why. I just have a good exciting feeling about it.  I really don't know why.  Anyways, that is the major new news.  &lt;br /&gt;Roy and I are doing well still, we just don't think that we should live together.  We have only been dating a few months, and just becuase he is my baby's daddy doesn't mean that we have to move in, but we are doing good, and getting along still.  We'll work out the distance thing, I'm sure it'll all be good.  &lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy is going well.  I have a doc appt on Thursday, but no ultrasound yet.  I can't wait for that, but not yet.  Things are alright, I still throw up a lot, and feel crappy, but I am starting to get used to dealing with it.  I am haveing a good day today, so that is good for a change.  Other than that, I went and looked at baby stuff for the first time today with my friend Sara, and we had a blast, but I sure need a lot more stuff, crap!  But it was fun.  then I went to a store and tryed on maturnity wear, and that was neat, beucase it was a store that just sells that kind of clothes, and they had a little belly thing for me to put around me,  it was pretty cool to see what I am going to look like when I get bigger.  Exciting stuff.  Of course I wanted to buy everything, but couldn't.  That sucked, but it was fun.  &lt;br /&gt;I have huge news to those out there!  We have a Quizno's here in Brandon now!!!!!  I am so stoked.  i already ate there.  Man do they have good food.  MMM.  Anyways, that is all that is new. Love and hugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111809558481462956?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111809558481462956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111809558481462956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111809558481462956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111809558481462956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-stuff.html' title='New stuff'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111660299347047553</id><published>2005-05-20T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:29:53.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool information</title><content type='html'>Cool bit of information about the 1500's, more to come as time progresses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people got married in June, because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children! Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today, more later.  Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111660299347047553?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111660299347047553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111660299347047553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111660299347047553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111660299347047553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/05/cool-information.html' title='Cool information'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111628751690794303</id><published>2005-05-16T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:51:56.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky Makes Tessa A Not Happy Girl.....</title><content type='html'>This whole sickness thing is driving me CRAZY!!!  I don't know how much more I can take before just sleeping all day, so that I am not concious to feel anything.  Jeeze.  Oh well.  Yesterday I felt good, now I am puking.  It really sucks.  But, on a happier note, Nolan is coming home for the weekend!  I am so excited.  I miss my brother so much.  It'll be so good to see him.  I haven't talked to him about it yet, but Mom says that he is coming home, so.....YAH!!!!!  I am stoked!  Work has been super shiiety lately.  I don't like these long nights, and the fact that I have a new guy everyday, doesn't turn my crank either.  Everyday, someone on my team calls in sick, and then i have someone new.  It is really starting to tick me off, considering that I want a freakin day off.  Shit.  Anyways, that is how that is going.  Roy and I are doing really well, and things are wonderful.  We went and saw the movie, Unleashed this weekend.  It's pretty sad that we are having a kid together, and I am moving in there, and that is only our second 'date-type' thing that we have ever done together.  Funny stuff.  Well, I guess that is enough talking about that.  I'll write more later, so you can hear me bitch about my pregnancy sickness later.  Jk.  BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111628751690794303?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111628751690794303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111628751690794303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111628751690794303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111628751690794303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/05/sicky-makes-tessa-not-happy-girl.html' title='Sicky Makes Tessa A Not Happy Girl.....'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111602899742069647</id><published>2005-05-13T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:03:17.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempting Pleasures, that I must resist!</title><content type='html'>This whole not being able to drink caffine thing really sucks. I hate it.  Why can't there be a dark drink that tastes like Pepsi, but has no caffine.  Oh wait there is!  Yah!  How stupid am I?  I'll have to get me a whole bunch of that stuff!  Yah!  That is figured out, oh good.  It's not the same though, i wish that I could have pepsi, or coffee, or anything like that, I just want to wake up!!!I have been working these stupid freakin shifts lately, and I am just pooped.  Today is Friday, the worst of them, and I am just tuckered.  I feel sorry for Cody, who i work with, becuase I am so lazy today, becuase I am just bagged.  But I have been getting my rest, and eating properly, so that is good.  I guess I should do the work that I am supposed to do, which will entitle me to a whole bag of riches.  I mean, a whole bag of shit.  Or a whole bag of garbage.  You place what you want in the bag, I've had them all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111602899742069647?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111602899742069647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111602899742069647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111602899742069647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111602899742069647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/05/tempting-pleasures-that-i-must-resist.html' title='Tempting Pleasures, that I must resist!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111575620501846525</id><published>2005-05-10T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:16:45.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite Confussled!</title><content type='html'>So, Roy and I have recovered.  We are now back together, and are going great.  He is ready to take action in this child's life, and in mine.  That is the good news in all of this, and I am very happy about it all.  My stress level there has gone down so much.  At work, it has gone up.  I know i shouldn't stress out, beucase I won't be there too much longer, but it has gone up, so much more.  I swear they hire the stupidest people in Brandon lately, well, i finally have 2 smart people working with me, and they are taking Kevin away from me.  He is my second in command, and the first guy that i have liked working with since TJ.  And they take him away. Not happy, oh not happy at all.  Will have fit, oh yes.  But, I guess that it really doesn't matter what i say, they won't listen anyways.  So frustrating, especially when i am stuck here until I go on maturnity leave.  Shit.  Oh well.    Nothing else is new. I am just back over at Roy's all the time.  Good times.  Alright, everyone take it easy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111575620501846525?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111575620501846525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111575620501846525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111575620501846525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111575620501846525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/05/quite-confussled.html' title='Quite Confussled!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111535148190171444</id><published>2005-05-05T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T21:52:07.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin the lovin!!</title><content type='html'>I really don't like this whole pregnancy sickness.  It is horrible. It is getting worse everyday, it seems.  It literally feels like  i have something eating my insides.  Grr, stop it baby!  Anyways, I guess I should say something somewhat interesting.  mmmm, I enjoy reading my brother's blog.  He is so funny, even though he tells stories that i have already heard, becuase when we are together, we usually are inseprable(or however you spell it), and when i go to sleep i like to hear a story.  So, i think that I have heard them all, well, maybe not all of them, but quite a few.  I like it though, it calms me and I REALLY need that right now. I think taht if i were stressed out anymore, that I would become stress, and we would be one, and he would be my squishy, and I would name him squishy....  If that makes any sense, what-so-ever. No, ok then.  That is just fine.  See, it's making me crazy!  *enter a tom green 'crazy' in there*.  The world is a dark place, and I have to many pirates.  Just remember that.  This is the wisdom that I am going to pass onto my child?!?!  AHH, that poor thing, oh well, it'll be fun!  My goddaughter, Lindsay went for surgery on Tuesday, and she pulled through with flying colors, as I knew she would.  She is such a strong girl.  I love you, Linny, honey.  Get better soon!  Do you think that she heard me, i do!  So there.  That is all that counts.  Nothing else is new.  I am feeling very lazy and very tired all the time, and sicky.  My boobs feel like they are going to explode, and I am cranky, and moody.  I am not the funnest camper to be around right now, that is for sure!  Oh well.  I guess I will stop my griping, and just end this her...........e!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111535148190171444?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111535148190171444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111535148190171444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111535148190171444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111535148190171444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/05/lovin-lovin.html' title='Lovin the lovin!!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111516477435592702</id><published>2005-05-03T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T17:59:34.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stealing it, Terr</title><content type='html'>(X) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(X) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;(X) smoked a joint&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's ...car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a ...car&lt;br /&gt;(X) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(X) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(X) been used&lt;br /&gt;(x) failed someone&lt;br /&gt;(X) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;(x) been fired &lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of my parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back &lt;br /&gt;(X) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(X) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone on a ...blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a ...friend &lt;br /&gt;(X) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school &lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a crush on one of your myspace...friends&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to The U.S. &lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(X) been on a plane &lt;br /&gt;( ) seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show I don't know that i want to see it...&lt;br /&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar?  Proud to Say NO to that one!&lt;br /&gt;(x) purposely set a part of myself on fire socks are so much fun to set on fire!&lt;br /&gt;(X) eaten Sushi Ew, that is all i have to say&lt;br /&gt;(  been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone in person from the internet &lt;br /&gt;(x) been moshing at a concert moshing is a must in the 90's!&lt;br /&gt;(X) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers just prescription/otc stuff... tylenol and the like&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now &lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by &lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel ahhh memories!&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party yes, and i like the band too!&lt;br /&gt;(X) flown a kite &lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle summertime must!&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping &lt;br /&gt;(x ) played dress up &lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves childhood must!&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone sledding it's much harder on the body after 12...&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game &lt;br /&gt;(x) been ...lonely "&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school theology of worship class again...&lt;br /&gt;(X) used a fake id&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sunset &lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept beneath the stars &lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled &lt;br /&gt;(X ) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) petted a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;(x) run a red light&lt;br /&gt;(X ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a car accident &lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like an outcast &lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night &lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(X) danced in the moonlight &lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu lol&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look &lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime &lt;br /&gt;( ) pole danced&lt;br /&gt;(X ) been obsessed with Post-it notes &lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost &lt;br /&gt;( ) been to the opposite side of the country &lt;br /&gt;(X) swam in the ocean &lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep &lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls when you were younger &lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(X) danced in the rain &lt;br /&gt;(X) written a letter to Santa Claus &lt;br /&gt;(X) been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x ) watched the sun rise with someone you care about &lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach &lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) humped a monkey (yikes)&lt;br /&gt;(X) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;(X) screamed penis in public&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food &lt;br /&gt;(x) told a complete stranger you loved them &lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a little black dress &lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;(X) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes easier to do as a girl, i suppose&lt;br /&gt;( ) been a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( ) didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;(x) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tree house &lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies&lt;br /&gt;(X) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes &lt;br /&gt;(X) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(X) played ding-dong-ditch&lt;br /&gt;(x) played chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) been pushed or just went into a pool/lake with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you're beautiful by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;(X) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;(X) caught a fish &amp; ate it&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(x) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone moon/flash you &lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;( ) French-braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught a Duck&lt;br /&gt;(x) Stolen A Road Sign&lt;br /&gt;( ) Snuck A Goldfish Into A Grocery Store and placed it in a 4L Water Jug &lt;br /&gt;(x) Broken into someone's house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is it!  Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111516477435592702?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111516477435592702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111516477435592702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111516477435592702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111516477435592702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-stealing-it-terr.html' title='I&apos;m stealing it, Terr'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111507196557794758</id><published>2005-05-02T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:12:45.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc News</title><content type='html'>So I went to my first appointment today.  It went over pretty well.  I wanted to see my doctor, Dr. White, but she is on holidays, so i saw this guy, Dr. Vanrensburg, i think.  Of course he is a man, but he seems alright.  He said that he does all the baby stuff, so I don't have to get another doctor, even for the delivery, he will do it, so that is cool.  I got a urine test first off, for them to see that I am pregnant, and of course it came out positive. I don't know why, but I guess hearing the doctor say that I was positive, made reality just sink in. I almost freaked out, but didn't, what good would that do?  Anyways, he then used a calculator thingy to tell me when I am due, depending on when my last missed period was.  So, I am appr. 7 weeks pregnant, and my baby is due on Dec. 17th.  For some reason, that day seemed familiar.  I think that is TJ's bday, which is weird.  lol.  Anyways, yeah, all and all, it went ok.  My friend, Rochelle, went with me, and she drove me there.  It was nice to know that I wasn't there all alone, as much as it seems stupid, it was nice to see a friendly face when i got out of there.  Thanks a lot, Rochelle.  After my appt, I had to get blood work, for STD's just in case, i guess, and thenI had to make an appt to see him again on the 11th at 11.  Ha ha, i just saw that now, that's kinda funny.  I am getting my first prenatal physical then, (yeehaw!  Not.) and I guess some more tests probably.  So that is how that went, if you are wondering.  He said that everything else looks good, and I just have to buy some vitamins.  I got some folic acid, with calcium, becuase i don't have the money until payday to get the vitamins that i need.  Thats pretty sad, but if I had known that i was going to be pregnant, I would've saved my cash!  Oh well, now i know!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should also say about a plan that my parents, my brother; Nolan and I have worked out.  Mom and dad said that since Roy isn't picking up where he should, that I can live with them from September, until around next august, and mom and dad will help me with the baby.  Nolan is coming back sometime, and then around august, i'm guessing, he, the baby, and I, will all move in together, and Nolan and I are going to go to ACC.  I'm sure that they have some sort of Nursery there that I can bring the baby to, and pick up when i am done, or go and visit during classes. That way i still get to go to school, like I really, really wanted to.   So, my family has really picked up where....someone hasn't.  It's nice to know that I dont' have to do this alone.  I'm glad that I have so many good friends, and such a loving family that i can depend on.  You guys all ROCK!!  So, I guess that is all the news that I have.  I hope that if you read this, Roy, that plans can be changed, if you decide to come to your senses.  Just a little extra in there, so someone isn't shut out, becuase it's your kid too.  Anyways, that is all that i have to say for today.  I am excited, and nervous, but mostly impatient, i just want to get to the cool part where i can start growing, and stuff.  So yeah!  Talk to you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111507196557794758?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111507196557794758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111507196557794758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111507196557794758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111507196557794758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/05/doc-news.html' title='Doc News'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111411502169287231</id><published>2005-04-21T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T14:23:41.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring life stuff</title><content type='html'>So the week itself has gone by really quickly.  I guess that when you are busy at work and busy before work, it makes a difference.  I love it when Roy and I work evenings.  I wish that his scheduale didnt change every freakin week, that would be nice.  Oh well.  I went for coffee with Rachel and Dean last night, for those of you who don't know, Rach was my roomate, and Dean is her now fiancee.  It went over well.  It was them that set me and Roy up, becuase Dean has known Roy for, well, a hell of a long time, and for some reason, they did a good job of setting us up, just like I did setting them up.  What goes around comes around, I suppose.  Anyways, coffee was nice.  It was good for all of us to hang out again.  It really hasn't happened since I moved out, so it was nice when it did.  Work is going alright,  this new guy is giving me a headache, but hopefully it'll go good, i mean, it really couldn't get any worse.  So, we'll see.  If i get any more attitude from him, sionara sucker.  That isn't how you spell it, but whatever.  Anyways, have a good day.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111411502169287231?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111411502169287231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111411502169287231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111411502169287231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111411502169287231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/04/boring-life-stuff.html' title='Boring life stuff'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111392287249860191</id><published>2005-04-19T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T09:01:12.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good dreams</title><content type='html'>I had the best dream last night.  I dreamed that I was in Calgary, and I was with my boyfriend, but I went and visited Shawna and Kent, and I could see their faces, and could hear their voices.  Then I left my brother and boyfriend there, and went to Mel's, and I hugged her, and it felt so real, then I saw the kids.  It makes me cry just thinking about seeing them, becuase I miss them so much.  I could hear linny's, "AUNTIE TESSA!!!!" and i was swinging her around, the only thing that was weird, was that her hair was white blond, and cayman's was too, I saw his face too, and how big he is.   They were both giving me this huge hug when I woke up.  I am in a good mood to say the least.  When you wake up with your kids hugging you,, when they aren't really your kids, and it's only just a dream, and you haven't seen them in 6 months, you know that you're gunna be in a good mood.  I love those dreams when you see and hear people, and it just felt real.  I like them best.  &lt;br /&gt;Gramma's went good, i miss her a lot, i wish i had the time to go out there all the time and visit her.  She is a wonderful person.  &lt;br /&gt;I have to go and make coffee now, morning ritual!  Except this is my first time doing it, Roy seems to take charge....... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111392287249860191?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111392287249860191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111392287249860191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111392287249860191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111392287249860191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-dreams.html' title='Good dreams'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111370799053477089</id><published>2005-04-16T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:19:50.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragging week, weekend whizzes by.......</title><content type='html'>This week was so long, and I even missed a day of work.  The guy that I normally work with now is Kevin, and he was gone on Friday, because his girlfriend, Joanne, was getting induced for her pregnancy.  When I called there on Friday, it was like, noonish, and she was in labor and he was sleeping.  What a douche!  Anyways, he called me today, and told me that they had a Boy, and his name is Seth.  Congratulations guys!  I wanted to go over to the hospital today, but I was to hung over.  I spent much of my day sleeping today.  I went outside for a while today. It was finally not so freakin windy that I could actually stand it.  The sun was shining, and it was so nice and warm.  Plus, I had Roy there to keep me company, so it was wonderful.  No bugs, nothing, just niceness!  Now I have a little bit of color, and a whole lot of freckles!  Of course.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to Gramma's, so I will let you know how that goes.  But I have to go, Roy is out of the shower now.  MMM, smells like clean man in here....I must go and get some of that!  &lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111370799053477089?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111370799053477089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111370799053477089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111370799053477089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111370799053477089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/04/dragging-week-weekend-whizzes-by.html' title='Dragging week, weekend whizzes by.......'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111340910303517360</id><published>2005-04-13T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T10:18:23.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's fun to suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here's some new info on what is going on in my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to a meeting on monday, and I got my raise that I wanted.  I don't know what I am making, but I guess I will find out on my next cheque.  The boss seems to be quite pleased with what I am doing there.  Even though the job sucks, and I hate making the wage that I am making, I still have the drive to succeed and do the best that I can.  I really shouldn't, but I do.  I hate not doing well in something, unless I know that I am going to suck, and I am just doing it to please the other person.  Like Chess, Roy kicked my ass.  I used to be somewhat good, but I haven't played since, like, 9th grade or something, but it entertained us for a little while, and I got a couple of moves in there he didn't see coming.  Or sports, I didn't play them in high school becuase I couldn't run very well becuase of my developing breasts(those hurt) and my bad knees(Plus our gym teacher was a creep!).  Anyone who knew me going through puberty knew about my knee situation, becuase I would be having a problem everyday.  Now that that is over with, I really like sports, and I realized that you don't have to be the best at those.  Someone is always going to be better.  I just like to do them for fun,  I mean, I suck horribly, at some, like, basketball, andvolleyball, and football.  I just like to play, it's fun to suck.  That didn't come out right.  But after reading that, you knew what I meant.  I'm never going to be the best, but I can have fun.  That is what I learned.  I always had fun in school playing sports, but I was always really embarressed becuase I never was the best on the team, or whatever, and I felt like I screwed up all the time.  I will never be the best at that, and that is fine.  I just had too much pride, and cared about what people thought about me too much when I was younger.  Now, I don't give a shit!  If I screw up some play, meh, there will be another, and everyone screws up too.  I noticed that being an observer for my high school career.  But they weren't afraid too.  I always wanted that, and never had it.  Now I do, I love screwing up, nothing is funnier than when you just flat out suck at something and you know you couldn't have done any worse, but you tried your best, and had fun!..................I don't know how the hell I got from work to sports, but whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Roy and I went out to Mom and Dad's place this last weekend, and it was the first time, since, like February that I have been out there, and Mom and Dad weren't even home!  I broke into the house!  Ha ha, anyways, we went out there to give Dad his birthday present early, since I won't see him on his birthday, or the weekend right after it, so, we made our way out there.  It was the first road trip that Roy and I took together, and I think it went great, we had some good times.  I showed him the amazing town of Virden, and we made our way out to Mom and Dad's.  It was nice to be outside, we were outside for like an hour or two.  The first thing that I did was whack golf balls, since there was no snow on the lawn, and I have been waiting all freakin winter to whack some balls.  I think that Roy was surprised at how well I can hit a golf ball.  I used to suck at that too, but last year I discovered during a round of golf that I am actually pretty damn good.  I just need practice!  But anyways, I got to hit golf balls.  Then we went in and played some board games, and then it was suppertime, and had steak and potatos and coleslaw, which was awesome.  Then it was poker time.  I was out first, then dad, and Roy, who was a first time player, gave Mom and good run, he lasted a shit load longer than I thought that he would.  While they were playing, Dad and I went and hit some more golf balls (oh yeah).  That was fun.  We all talked for a little while after and Roy and I went home.  I think that it was a great night.  I also think that it was a good way for Roy to ease his way into my family, becuase incase noone has noticed, I am very family orientated.  I like to spend time with my family.  They are actually interesting, and fun.  So, yeah, that was my news.  Talk to you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111340910303517360?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111340910303517360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111340910303517360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111340910303517360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111340910303517360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-fun-to-suck.html' title='It&apos;s fun to suck!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111318249327835359</id><published>2005-04-10T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:23:40.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Message!</title><content type='html'>This is something that my Auntie sent me to help me read through and deal with some of my issues with love. She is very insightful, and very wise. I take her advice to heart, and hope one day that I can be as smart as she is. She has always been there for me, whenever I need it, and I hope someday that I can do the same for her. Thanks Auntie. If anyone else would like to voice any opinion, or help me with figuring out about all this stuff, I would gladly appreciate it, and love to hear other opinions. Just email me, and I will read, and if you don't want it posted, don't worry, I won't. Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;Is a word we bandy about and trivialize, but rarely understand. We "fall" in love. And so we do. But more acurately we "fall in lust" We feel a falling experience. A lack of judgement and so a willingness to do whatever the lover desires and we desire. All our endorphins come into play to make us blindly enfatuated. It is a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, six to nine months later, (or the next minute or the next day), when the endorphins have subsided........Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust (or it could be Love) is a "falling", jumping off the cliff experience. That's why there is sexual addiction in many levels. It's our very best rush. How many songs, throughout the ages? What has captured our minds and hearts as much as our Ideal Love? Plays, stories, theatrics, poems (the best), etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts, I think, are involved physiologically and may be physically damaged by too many, or perhaps for some, just one "love" affair gone wrong. That is: One can become hard - hearted both in the emotional and the physical sense. This can happen in a myriad of ways and not necessarily by a love affair. It can be any influence on a tender young psyche. Right from birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111318249327835359?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111318249327835359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111318249327835359' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111318249327835359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111318249327835359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/04/message.html' title='Message!'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111297272430527219</id><published>2005-04-08T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T09:06:49.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Terrin told me that I am supposed to be on here talking and ranting about things, but I really don't get all that pisssed off at anything. I don't know how to rant very well either, unless I'm actually pissed. I just sit there and analyze things so that I can feel better about different topics. Let's see, what to rant about....I'm mad that i have to work today, i really don't want to. I'm mad that I have to see Chris today, i really don't want to. I'm mad that I have to pay my phone today, i really don't want to, but the fact that I can go and do all that and then see Roy at the end of the day, or tommorow, or whenever, that makes me look forward to it, just so I can get it done, and over with. That's pretty bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't know what to write today. Maybe i'll get into it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111297272430527219?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111297272430527219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111297272430527219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111297272430527219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111297272430527219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/04/nothing-to-say.html' title='Nothing to say'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111282561996994451</id><published>2005-04-06T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T16:13:39.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow Profound</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you read my last posting, but you should read it before you read this one.  The thing that I was trying to get across is not that I am a hopeless romantic, but the fact is that I do fall to quickly in the past.  I guess is must be my nature, that I need to be loved to feel any sort of comfort, or sanity in a relationship.  I have always been loved by my boyfriends, and I did love them in return.  i don't know why we have to be in love, to love someone.  Why can we not just say, I love you, and then have nothing change?  But it always changes, ALWAYS!  And then gets complicated.  I don't think that I want to be in love for a long time, well, not for a while anyways.  I am always in love, and they are always in love by the first month, but how can you even know a person, to be in love with that person after a month, it happens to some, i know, but wait a year, or atleast 6 months!  I keep reminding myself of this, and learning from my past relationships.  I guess what i should think about is that I should take the word, and feeling 'Love' more seriously than I thought.  I need to learn that from 'loving' someone  that I am really just caring, and associating with that person on an intimate leval, friendship and growing strength in a relationship is all that I guess I feel what love is supposed to be, if that makes any sense at all.  Love takes time, and care and nurishment to be, well, whatever you want it to be. Next time i say that i am in love, it will be, actual, strong love, the way it is meant to be. Not just tossed around like it is in movies, and the way our generation should feel.  Can you have love, and caring in a relationship, but not state it?  Is it still there?  I think so, if you feel it, you don't need to say it.  That is what I have to keep telling myself, it'll all work out.  Got to go back to work!  Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111282561996994451?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111282561996994451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111282561996994451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111282561996994451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111282561996994451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/04/somehow-profound.html' title='Somehow Profound'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111280453828185694</id><published>2005-04-06T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T10:22:18.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Dangerous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, I guess that since I am the only one writing on this thingy, I had better entertain everyone, and tell them what is really going on in my life.  Like I said before, it seems that everyone that i talk to thinks that my life just sucks right now.  I have never been happier right now, and I owe a lot of that to the love and support of friends and family.  If it weren't for my friends and my family, I don't think that I would be here right now, so, now that you guys have picked me up, and brushed me off, I would like to say that I can take it on my own now.  I can actually say that, and it won't be a lie. Love is a dangerous thing, and can ruin someone, kinda like a bomb.  If in the wrong hands, it can be extremely dangerous, and that ticking can go off at any time, and just blow everything to smithereens.  I unfortunately am usually the bomb holder, and I ruin everything, badly.  There is no back exit for me, no sneaking out the back door, and disturbing noone, no no, there is the huge commotion, and sirens going off, and babies crying, you know, the worst of the worst, of course.  I don't know why it seems like that, I bet when I look back on everything, it won't be as bad as I, or we, all thought.  Atleast I can hope that it will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111280453828185694?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111280453828185694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111280453828185694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111280453828185694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111280453828185694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-is-dangerous.html' title='Love is Dangerous'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953513.post-111274325913558572</id><published>2005-04-05T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:20:59.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting New</title><content type='html'>What's going on, this is my first posting.  I am doing well here in Brandon, and things are going great, even though everyone i talk to thinks that i am dieing, or something is terribly wrong in my life.  I am FINE people, actually, I am better than that, i am on my own now, and I am going to school in the Fall.  I am an independant woman, and I am excited to be starting all new in this different life path.  I don't know what else to put right now becuase i am at work, so i had better run, before i get into trouble(like that never happens!)&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;Tess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11953513-111274325913558572?l=tessascrib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/feeds/111274325913558572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11953513&amp;postID=111274325913558572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111274325913558572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11953513/posts/default/111274325913558572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tessascrib.blogspot.com/2005/04/starting-new.html' title='Starting New'/><author><name>Tess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15676503507019970075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic.piczo.com/img/i44833455_1048_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
