<?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-3463474295182382330</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:59:58.004-08:00</updated><category term='job or lack there of'/><category term='Due to the crashing of the &quot;'/><category term='employment'/><title type='text'>This is me... deal with it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-6935833608861900603</id><published>2010-05-18T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:59:51.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile....</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can not believe how long it has been since I have been on here blogging. Well, my last post was before Seminar last year. I do not do Mary Kay anymore but Seminar was a blast. A few months after Seminar I realized that I love buying makeup but not so much selling it. Although I was my own best customer! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     I am currently attending school. I am getting my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Associates&lt;/span&gt; in Computer Networking. So far I am really enjoying it. I currently have a 4.0 GPA (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;!) and I am very dedicated to school.&lt;br /&gt;     Derek and I broke up.  Our relationship ended up being a little one-sided. Not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently seeing someone a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing serious (yet), but I am pretty excited to see where this one goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-6935833608861900603?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6935833608861900603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=6935833608861900603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6935833608861900603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6935833608861900603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile....'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-6665109192953734439</id><published>2009-07-15T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:51:44.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a genius!</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoon I am driving to Dallas and staying three days for Seminar. I hadn't heard about Seminar until I signed my Mary Kay contract. Well, on of the nights is a formal. The only formal dress I own is a red dress that I wore at my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taarna's&lt;/span&gt; wedding (bridesmaid). Well, about two months ago I was repainting my bedroom and accidentally got little tiny white spots of paint along the side of it. I saw what had happened and thought, &lt;em&gt;Oh well.. when am I ever going to wear this dress again&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;     Well, I felt really stupid this morning while I was digging through my closet looking for a formal dress. I have absolutely no money to go out and by a new one. I was running errands today wallowing in self pity for having to go to a formal event wearing a red dress with little white spots along the side of it.&lt;br /&gt;     This is the part where I thank the wonderful people that make Sharpie markers. Yes I know I sound like a lunatic for doing this but what else was I supposed to do? Besides it's only on tiny little white spots... Smarter not harder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-6665109192953734439?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6665109192953734439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=6665109192953734439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6665109192953734439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6665109192953734439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-genius.html' title='I am a genius!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-6836511104054501302</id><published>2009-06-08T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:24:20.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/Si2OEgotrGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ltdHKlO6Sfw/s1600-h/states_texas_cy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345084540889967714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/Si2OEgotrGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ltdHKlO6Sfw/s320/states_texas_cy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     We had another earthquake this morning (this is the 3rd in less than a year). I know for some, this means nothing.... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoopty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;! I have one a week at least..."  But for me, this means "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aaaaaaggghhh&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      I am used to giant wind funnels tunneling down from the sky, not the earth shaking underneath me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-6836511104054501302?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6836511104054501302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=6836511104054501302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6836511104054501302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6836511104054501302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2009/06/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/Si2OEgotrGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ltdHKlO6Sfw/s72-c/states_texas_cy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-410518257930650390</id><published>2009-06-06T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:27:56.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school....</title><content type='html'>On the 15th I am going to register for school. I am so excited. I AM FINALLY GOING BACK TO COLLEGE!!! It almost makes me want to cry. I am going to have to take out a crap load of a student loan, but oh well. I'm finishing damnit! I will still have to work part-time, but that doesn't bother me. All I need is enough to make my car payment and insurance.&lt;br /&gt; I am going back into nursing. Hopefully make it to RN. *crossing fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-410518257930650390?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/410518257930650390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=410518257930650390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/410518257930650390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/410518257930650390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-school.html' title='back to school....'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-8698544653980499648</id><published>2009-06-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:22:12.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud Bugs for Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SimYIen_2VI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BM8Cnb1zDec/s1600-h/CrawfishBowl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343969704279005522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SimYIen_2VI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BM8Cnb1zDec/s320/CrawfishBowl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my coworkers brought me a huge bag of crawfish. I haven't had these in &lt;div&gt;forever... Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-8698544653980499648?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8698544653980499648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=8698544653980499648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/8698544653980499648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/8698544653980499648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2009/06/mud-bugs-for-dinner.html' title='Mud Bugs for Dinner!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SimYIen_2VI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BM8Cnb1zDec/s72-c/CrawfishBowl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-7629318375525532911</id><published>2009-06-03T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:11:06.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Browsing Etsy.com (again)....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SibYzkMbo4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/NGsQ9umYOuk/s1600-h/il_430xN_73746781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343196388322419586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SibYzkMbo4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/NGsQ9umYOuk/s320/il_430xN_73746781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SibYvgnRIMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0_1UpcwSQOU/s1600-h/il_430xN_73679810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343196318641758402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SibYvgnRIMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0_1UpcwSQOU/s320/il_430xN_73679810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SibYq0HgxtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ODCgegN0f50/s1600-h/il_430xN_68892790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343196237977929426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SibYq0HgxtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ODCgegN0f50/s320/il_430xN_68892790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SibYidIaEZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nPpADhPVESk/s1600-h/il_430xN_64840842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343196094368715154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SibYidIaEZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nPpADhPVESk/s320/il_430xN_64840842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-7629318375525532911?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7629318375525532911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=7629318375525532911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/7629318375525532911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/7629318375525532911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2009/06/browsing-etsycom-again.html' title='Browsing Etsy.com (again)....'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SibYzkMbo4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/NGsQ9umYOuk/s72-c/il_430xN_73746781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-248074031673484299</id><published>2009-06-03T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:38:18.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't people discipline their kids anymore?</title><content type='html'>This is something I've been wanting to blog about for the longest time but never have. After today, I am definitely going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     At work I see numerous parents letting their kids get away with murder. These kids are talking back, kicking, screaming, and even swearing at their parents. Every time I glance at the parent after witnessing their child at like a complete hellion, the parent just stares down or sighs in defeat.&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I don't know about you all, but my parents would have murdered me in cold blood if I ever hit, kicked, or swore at them. When I was a kid I was spanked when I acted up. Why don't parents do this anymore? Why don't parents at least use any form of discipline anymore?&lt;br /&gt;     I know "spanking" is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;controversial&lt;/span&gt; subject for some, but I grew up with it. I wasn't beaten, I didn't get bruises or broken bones... I just learned to obey. Nowadays, people will rule you out as a child abuser. I'm sorry but my child will wear their pants around their waist, my child will not ever lay a hand on me (and live), my child will not use profanity towards me or any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;respectable&lt;/span&gt; adult, and my child will be raised to respect people around them.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Comment please. I want your opinions on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-248074031673484299?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/248074031673484299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=248074031673484299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/248074031673484299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/248074031673484299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-dont-people-discipline-their-kids.html' title='Why don&apos;t people discipline their kids anymore?'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-4676201584173478979</id><published>2009-06-02T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:23:32.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Derek's Birthday</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend Derek's Birthday is coming up on the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We are a new couple so I was pretty unsure of what to get him. I decided to ask a longtime friend of mine Peter (also Derek's best friend). He said to get him a video game. Preferably "Halo Wars." I personally think a video game is a little impersonal and when I asked Peter, his reply was, "How much more personal can you get?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Maybe it's a "guy thing".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Derek is also a Type 1 diabetic so he can't eat cake. This problem is still floating around in my brain. I've already taken it upon myself to Google diabetes (my philosophy on everything--- Goggle it!). I didn't learn anything more than Derek has already explained to me. I don't know, maybe I'll bake him a "sugar-free" cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Derek really has been growing on me quite a bit. He's the only guy I've ever dated that is as much of a dork as I am. He doesn't care that I play World of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;, it doesn't bother him that I burp anytime the slightest bit of soda is present, and he doesn't mind (too much) that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; drink and end up singing Cyndi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lauper&lt;/span&gt; on karaoke night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-4676201584173478979?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4676201584173478979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=4676201584173478979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/4676201584173478979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/4676201584173478979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2009/06/dereks-birthday.html' title='Derek&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-6244490763622091915</id><published>2009-06-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:10:42.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I would LOVE to say to customers...</title><content type='html'>* Don't stand next to the ATM and then proceed to ask me where it is. There is a huge yellow sign that says "ATM" on it. Open your eyes and look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Prepay means prepay. That doesn't mean come in and tell me to turn the damn pump on. Ain't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No, I am not a piece of white trailer trash that has five kids, on welfare, and working at a gas station. I live in an average neighborhood, have no kids, have served in the military and have been to college. No, I did not flunk out, I just cannot finish any of my degrees that&lt;br /&gt;I started thanks to our wonderful economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Get your kid away from the icee machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That is a mop bucket not a trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Those big numbers above the pumps  are so I know where to turn the gas on at. FYI there are four white trucks "over there." Be more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Get off your cell and talk to me like a normal human being before I punch you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yes my day is going well. Could you please clean up after yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Throw money at me one more time and I will jump over this counter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-6244490763622091915?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6244490763622091915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=6244490763622091915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6244490763622091915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6244490763622091915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-would-love-to-say-to-customers.html' title='Things I would LOVE to say to customers...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-28150688317221312</id><published>2009-05-25T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:04:21.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Due to the crashing of the &quot;'/><title type='text'>New puter! ;)</title><content type='html'>Due to the crashing of the "Crap Top" I have not been able to do any posts, so I apologize for that. I tried to do a post with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crackberry&lt;/span&gt;, but I had no luck with that one. I finally went out and bought a desktop. This thing is way better than the crap top ever was... more space, faster, less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bs&lt;/span&gt;.... Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-28150688317221312?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/28150688317221312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=28150688317221312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/28150688317221312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/28150688317221312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-puter.html' title='New puter! ;)'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-9116924014076829574</id><published>2008-09-02T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:49:00.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>etsy.com ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SL4I27a3i8I/AAAAAAAAACM/sjvFv5DBQtg/s1600-h/the+journey+begins+at+the+end+of+the+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241636756062178242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SL4I27a3i8I/AAAAAAAAACM/sjvFv5DBQtg/s320/the+journey+begins+at+the+end+of+the+road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SL4IpZjKkII/AAAAAAAAACE/mPgP24Z74S8/s1600-h/modern+abstract+acrylic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241636523631874178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SL4IpZjKkII/AAAAAAAAACE/mPgP24Z74S8/s320/modern+abstract+acrylic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SL4IkF7txsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/paEsaRyS0qA/s1600-h/galactic+blues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241636432466790082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SL4IkF7txsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/paEsaRyS0qA/s320/galactic+blues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SL4IdKHlfiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wKpd4kHKj5o/s1600-h/El+Dilema+del+Elroy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241636313331236386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SL4IdKHlfiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wKpd4kHKj5o/s320/El+Dilema+del+Elroy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this website.... I always see the greatest art here.... check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-9116924014076829574?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/9116924014076829574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=9116924014076829574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/9116924014076829574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/9116924014076829574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/09/etsycom.html' title='etsy.com ...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SL4I27a3i8I/AAAAAAAAACM/sjvFv5DBQtg/s72-c/the+journey+begins+at+the+end+of+the+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-4227962884711597425</id><published>2008-09-02T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:36:05.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a bitch...</title><content type='html'>*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Name of my company&lt;/em&gt;...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Collector:&lt;/strong&gt; "May I speak with Susan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Which one? We have two working here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Collector:&lt;/strong&gt; "Susan Dresser"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "She's not here. Can I take a message?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Collector:&lt;/strong&gt; "Have her call Tiffany at 888-456-7890."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Are you a bill collector?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Collector:&lt;/strong&gt; "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Does this have to do anything to do with her employment here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Collector:&lt;/strong&gt; "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Then this is a personal matter and you are a bill collector. Call her home phone and don't call this number again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Collector:&lt;/strong&gt; "She won't answer her home number..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hell, if I had people harassing me as much as you do her.... I wouldn't answer my phone either! This is a place of business. If you want to continue to harass her dial her home number. Not this one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill collector:&lt;/strong&gt; "Okay...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-4227962884711597425?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4227962884711597425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=4227962884711597425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/4227962884711597425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/4227962884711597425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-such-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m such a bitch...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-679589483396781995</id><published>2008-09-01T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:11:50.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving....</title><content type='html'>Saturday evening I was over at Kayle's for another one of her mother's bbq's (yummy). It was a lot of fun but has also started a disagreement between Kayle and I. When I got there the first thing she says to me is "Couldn't you have worn something more supportive?" While looking at my chest. At this time I would like to say yes, I was very blessed by the Lord above when it comes to boobs. I would also like to say that for as big as they are, they are exactly where they should be. Anyway, I looked down then looked at Kayle's chest and replied, "Shouldn't you grow something to support instead of insulting the person who invented the bra?" After that I walked out front to smoke a cigarette (sue me hippies). A few minutes later Kayle walks out hugs me from behind and apologizes saying it was because she had an argument with her mother earlier. It might be just me but, what does that have to do with my large breasts that are sitting right where they are supposed to be? That comment of hers made me very paranoid the rest of the evening. I even asked her neighbor if they looked okay (neighbor's a chick)... &lt;br /&gt;Well apparently that was just the beginning of a bad evening. A few minutes later my downstairs neighbor Carlotta called and told me I needed to get back to the apartments. I asked her why and she said that there was a shooting right outside my front door. I jumped in the car and hauled ass home. When I pulled in our steal gate had been hit by one of the cars and was bent all the way to the curb on the other side. Carlotta's boyfriend Jason heard the crash and opened the door to see what happened. When he opened it a guy pulled a gun to his head and said, "If you tell anyone I will come back for you."&lt;br /&gt;Carlotta and Jason left to go stay with his parents in Joshua. Carlotta said she doesn't know if they will come back. I started looking for a new place this morning but haven't had any luck yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-679589483396781995?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/679589483396781995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=679589483396781995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/679589483396781995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/679589483396781995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving.html' title='Moving....'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-2532137912116356044</id><published>2008-08-28T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:34:13.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off....</title><content type='html'>Today I got to enjoy my one day off for the week. I didn't get out of my pajamas until this afternoon when Melissa called to invite me over. She bought this new manicure/pedicure drill that is absolutely awesome. It buffs away dry skin way better than my ped egg. As soon as I find one that isn't ridiculously expensive I am definitely buying one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left I went to drugstore to grab some more shampoo. While I was there I went ahead and bought some new mascara as well. It was that Covergirl Lash Blast stuff.. I tried it on when I got home and I like it a lot more than that $20 Too-Faced Lash Injection stuff I bought at Ulta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could call today one of those rare "girly" days I have. With me working almost 24/7 I haven't really been taking care of myself. I did find out that by the 7th I will be transferred to my new store. I have to by then because apparently my new manager will be out the entire month of October for surgery. So, I will be the only manager there for a month straight. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working towards the whole college thing. I'm trying to not let work get in the way but right now it is not working for me. Hopefully by the Spring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-2532137912116356044?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2532137912116356044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=2532137912116356044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/2532137912116356044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/2532137912116356044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-off.html' title='A day off....'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-7178832585705237192</id><published>2008-08-24T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:01:35.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic mess...</title><content type='html'>My life has been pretty chaotic lately. A coworker recently went on disability after tripping over something behind the sales counter. Since then I have been putting in some extra hours to make up for her absence. No complaints there. I need the money right now.&lt;br /&gt; I decided to go back to school. I am planning on enrolling at The Art Institute of Pittsburgh for online classes. I don't have time to attend an actual class, so I just decided to do it online. I need to get rid of the crap top and get a desk top first though...&lt;br /&gt;My friend Phil decided to move to Austin. That has been eating me alive. I really really miss him. When I first met him, he was living two apartments down from me. I used to go over there almost every single night to watch movies or play video games. I usually ended up passing out on his fouton at three in the morning. For the year that he lived here, that's all we did. Sometimes we did absolutley nothing... sometimes we threw smoke bombs on his neighbor's balcony... He has been moving a lot lately. When he moved out of the apartments he moved in with another friend of his. Then another friend... yadda yadda. He said he wanted to move to Austin to get away from the BS here in Arlington. He did the same thing when he moved from New York to Texas. I guess it is what it is... I miss him though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-7178832585705237192?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7178832585705237192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=7178832585705237192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/7178832585705237192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/7178832585705237192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/08/chaotic-mess.html' title='Chaotic mess...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-574795026027635035</id><published>2008-07-30T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:16:04.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Lecture : Achieving Your Childhood Dreams</title><content type='html'> value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-574795026027635035?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/574795026027635035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=574795026027635035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/574795026027635035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/574795026027635035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-lecture-achieving-your-childhood.html' title='The Last Lecture : Achieving Your Childhood Dreams'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-3306526764889136413</id><published>2008-07-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:01:10.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promo Blues</title><content type='html'>I have been catching a little bit of crap the last few days about the promotion. I don't know what it is about this store but anytime someone gets promoted... they have to put up with everyone else raising hell. Yesterday I was the only one putting up the boxes off the truck. Right now I fill like dumping 100 containers of icy hot in my bath tub and diving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am not yet trained as the "Ass Man" as we call it... I can't do anything. My manager will be on vacation until the beginning of next week. So until then, I get to put up with my cranky coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is funny that they are giving me grief. One of them was offered the position and backed down. The other couldn't take it anyway because he is going back to college in the Fall. They can give me all the grief they want. I am not backing down from this position. I am way too stubborn for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-3306526764889136413?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3306526764889136413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=3306526764889136413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/3306526764889136413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/3306526764889136413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/07/promo-blues.html' title='Promo Blues'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-8916359074410824900</id><published>2008-06-30T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:11:25.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>For someone who has as many guy friends as I do, apparently I know nothing about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-8916359074410824900?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8916359074410824900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=8916359074410824900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/8916359074410824900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/8916359074410824900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-7147621456082820007</id><published>2008-06-25T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:47:07.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clerks</title><content type='html'>Go ahead hate me. It's been awhile since I have last blogged. I am proud to confess that the reason is that I am now employed again. After spending a week laying across my couch watching daytime television wondering how much money I could make if I pimped out Brody.... I got a phone call. It was my manager from this gas station I previously worked at. I started back a week ago with a promotion.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Yes, I do know that being an Assistant Manager at a gas station is not the most desirable job on the planet. Well guess what.... You can kiss my ass because I took it. I started thinking about working in the office environment. I wore incredibly uncomfortable heels with no grip on a slick floor, I worked with the most stuck up snob who was cheating on both her husband and her boyfriend (no joke), and a boss that resembles Meryl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Streep's&lt;/span&gt; character in The Devil Wears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt;. Screw that. I'm done working with people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am now back in an environment where the only office people we deal with are the customers who (even after a college education) can not pump gas. I now wear sneakers to work and a loose fitting smock that does not make me feel like I am being strangled to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-7147621456082820007?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7147621456082820007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=7147621456082820007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/7147621456082820007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/7147621456082820007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/clerks.html' title='Clerks'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-2604605129242480143</id><published>2008-06-09T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:12:16.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All hail to Starbucks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SE31Wvg56OI/AAAAAAAAABc/5yz6M6adWOE/s1600-h/starbucks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210090114997938402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SE31Wvg56OI/AAAAAAAAABc/5yz6M6adWOE/s320/starbucks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who do not know me very well, I pretty much rely on caffeine to get me through the day. Yes, I am aware that this is not healthy. For some reason, I hear that caffeine is bad for me on a regular basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my pot of coffee in the morning, my Java Monster in the mid afternoon, and I absolutely adore my sometimes daily trips to S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tarbucks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without these things I would not be moving around at all. I just sort of lay around like I have a hangover or something. So, before preaching to me on how unhealthy this stuff is for me.. Take into consideration on how I am without this stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out a couple of weeks ago, that Starbucks is now giving you the option of adding energy powder to your drink. Whoever came up with this idea is a total genius and I love you! Because in addition to the extra shot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;espresso&lt;/span&gt;, I can now totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tweek&lt;/span&gt; out with an additional energy powder that makes me bounce off the walls. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried it a couple of weeks ago at work (I miss work), and WOW.... I definitely got a lot of filing done that day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It lasted almost all day long and I gave multi-tasking a whole new meaning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you are an avid coffee drinker like I am, try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-2604605129242480143?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2604605129242480143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=2604605129242480143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/2604605129242480143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/2604605129242480143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-hail-to-starbucks.html' title='All hail to Starbucks!!!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SE31Wvg56OI/AAAAAAAAABc/5yz6M6adWOE/s72-c/starbucks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-214790054823171054</id><published>2008-06-09T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:06:30.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacy Lou graduated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SE3FV-7TuII/AAAAAAAAABU/XaxAGkQfluc/s1600-h/lacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210037325397211266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SE3FV-7TuII/AAAAAAAAABU/XaxAGkQfluc/s320/lacy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SE3FFUq3haI/AAAAAAAAABE/46-8sigTf2E/s1600-h/lacylou2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-214790054823171054?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/214790054823171054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=214790054823171054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/214790054823171054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/214790054823171054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/lacy-lou-graduated.html' title='Lacy Lou graduated!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SE3FV-7TuII/AAAAAAAAABU/XaxAGkQfluc/s72-c/lacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-6841249312856520061</id><published>2008-06-06T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:26:22.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taarna Dunaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SEmrc8ZWhgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/amMg7USNg8o/s1600-h/taarna3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208882957767837186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SEmrc8ZWhgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/amMg7USNg8o/s320/taarna3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SEmrXzxj60I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GVCL5mG8A0E/s1600-h/taarna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208882869554113346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SEmrXzxj60I/AAAAAAAAAAs/GVCL5mG8A0E/s320/taarna2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-6841249312856520061?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6841249312856520061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=6841249312856520061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6841249312856520061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6841249312856520061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/taarna-dunaway.html' title='Taarna Dunaway'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SEmrc8ZWhgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/amMg7USNg8o/s72-c/taarna3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-8168900234657987625</id><published>2008-06-06T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:10:28.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the job hunt begin...</title><content type='html'>Now that the tequila is out of my system, I am now going to temp sites. It just felt wrong waking up this morning and not going to work. Kinda makes me feel like a dead beat. If ya'll have any tips feel free to share! I'm going to be going crazy by Monday with no job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-8168900234657987625?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8168900234657987625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=8168900234657987625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/8168900234657987625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/8168900234657987625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-job-hunt-begin.html' title='Let the job hunt begin...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-990805587256951244</id><published>2008-06-05T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:16:00.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job or lack there of'/><title type='text'>LOST MY JOB</title><content type='html'>I decided to re-write this blog for today (some of you may notice). In the original I was pretty upset, so that there are no misinterpretations I am doing a re-write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my job today. This afternoon I was handed my paycheck and told that I was being let go. I have a good feeling I wasn't the only one considering I heard about some payroll checks that would be sent out through certified mail. I probably wasn't supposed to hear that but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty pissed off when I left (who wouldn't be). I had just got this job not too long ago so being back on the job hunt won't be fun. I have three prospects, so hopefully by Wednesday I will have a new one. Cross your fingers on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the original blog I posted today I said some pretty nasty things. As upset as I was I'm sure it is understandable. I have never been written up, fired, or laid off from any job I have ever had, so this was quite the shock for me. But after a few margaritas with Kayle I think I have mellowed out a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I do not like about this situation is that I was never given a straight answer. I hate that. If you are getting rid of an employee you should be able to look them in the face and tell them exactly what is up. Instead of, "It came from the higher-ups." I'm sorry but that doesn't sound very professional. I think that's what really made me mad. More than losing my job. If it's for budget cuts then say so. If it is because I did something wrong, then say so. But, do not hand me my paycheck, sit me down, and just say "bye." I think every person deserves better than that. It sounds kinda shady to me. I have always been honest to employers and my coworkers. I think they should show me the same respect. I felt like Milton in that movie "Office Space." They just took him off the payroll and hoped the situation would take care of itself 'naturally'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Right now it is whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-990805587256951244?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/990805587256951244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=990805587256951244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/990805587256951244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/990805587256951244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/fired.html' title='LOST MY JOB'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-8794942313252339465</id><published>2008-05-25T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:36:05.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently listening to...</title><content type='html'>Foo Fighters....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-8794942313252339465?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8794942313252339465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=8794942313252339465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/8794942313252339465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/8794942313252339465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/currently-listening-to.html' title='Currently listening to...'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-6508760549139968146</id><published>2008-05-23T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:47:11.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at the Office</title><content type='html'>I have had a busy week at work. I had a huge build up of files earlier this week that took me all week to sort and file. Apparently, a past employee or current (not sure which) decided to stick files wherever they saw fit. So, I had files in the wrong stock order and some that were in the wrong year even. I didn't complain too much. It kept me busy and away from my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am trying to figure out how to spend my Memorial Day weekend. It's been so long since I have had a weekend off I really don't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the Navy, it was rare for me to have a weekend off. I was working in security. So, while the office people went home for the weekend, we all worked.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might check out Mochalux on Saturday. No parties though. I think I have had enough partying for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-6508760549139968146?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6508760549139968146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=6508760549139968146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6508760549139968146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6508760549139968146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-at-office.html' title='Life at the Office'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-6322120276552169014</id><published>2008-05-18T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:16:53.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SDB-hW0JkeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MhBs_TdhMt8/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201796681138016738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SDB-hW0JkeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MhBs_TdhMt8/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Brody. He is the most unusual and interesting pet I have ever had. I have never seen a dog with this much persoanlity before...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463474295182382330-6322120276552169014?l=jlamphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6322120276552169014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463474295182382330&amp;postID=6322120276552169014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6322120276552169014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463474295182382330/posts/default/6322120276552169014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlamphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-brody.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054520282564590926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SiWK5Th69qI/AAAAAAAAADU/oJkp3zG76I8/S220/PF_2540905~Almond-Branches-in-Bloom-1890-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqEv-x5yJVo/SDB-hW0JkeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MhBs_TdhMt8/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463474295182382330.post-7056553233868736835</id><published>2008-05-18T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:32:05.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Monster</title><content type='html'>My friend Phil invited me to my first open mic night last night. He and His friend Sam were playing a couple of songs there. There were a couple of other musicians as well, along with some poetry readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't think I would get into it as much as I did, but wow. These people had so much talent that my jaw literally dropped. Phil and Sam had an instrumental that they wrote five years ago. Well, one of the girls wrote lyrics to this song in one week. Maybe it is because I have no talent when it comes to music, but that seemed a little fast to me. Anyway the song was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were up there for a few hours. Drank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; coffee, listened to some amazing music and poetry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left, we were all invited over to this girl T's place for a party. The guys mentioned something to me about lesbians, but then again, that's Phil and Sam for you.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a lesbian. Never will be. Men are all I will EVER need. As I was walking to my car to follow everyone over there, T said I was really beautiful. I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;, didn't think much of it. I figured at this point, I had spotted who they were talking about. Don't get me wrong, I have absolutely nothing against homosexuals. What you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in is what you believe in. I will not pass judgement on your personal beliefs. Nor will I force my beliefs upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, there was a crowd on the balcony and some poor girl passed out on the sofa in the living room. I stayed on the front porch for awhile, talking with Phil, Sam, Jessica, Logan, and his wife Jess. After a little bit, I walked inside to grab a drink. I don't hardly ever drink, but since it has been ages since I have had a weekend off, due to a tough work schedule.. I decided to go for it. I work hard, I deserve some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had fun. Sam was playing guitar, Jess and T were talking about opera... Phil and I are cracking jokes... it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chardonnay&lt;/span&gt;, T was hitting on me like crazy. I politely (and soberly) explained to her that I was not a lesbian. That I was deeply deeply attracted to men. I guess she took that as a challenge, because I was fighting her off the entire night. I understood she was drunk, so I did not want to start a huge argument. I just made it a point to keep my distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, that was a fun night. 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