<?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-9146805524361936363</id><updated>2012-01-27T11:27:46.701-08:00</updated><category term='paint'/><category term='small changes'/><category term='Color'/><category term='calendars'/><category term='recording history'/><category term='organizing'/><title type='text'>Feels Like Home</title><subtitle type='html'>Making your house a little bit more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-5756099772668608545</id><published>2011-12-29T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:51:02.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home made presents</title><content type='html'>This is one of those posts to keep in mind for next Christmas...well, or there's always birthdays. &amp;nbsp;We have a family tradition, each year we make home made gifts for the name we draw. &amp;nbsp;It's funny that most years we all somehow end up on a theme. &amp;nbsp;This year everyone was different. &amp;nbsp;Except that my sister in law and I both did chalk boards. &amp;nbsp;I don't think I even took a picture but I just wanted to post a few of the gifts past that I made that I have pictures of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgS-CjXBqIM/Tvze9OomF_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kEOc0oauBbs/s1600/IMGP1259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgS-CjXBqIM/Tvze9OomF_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kEOc0oauBbs/s200/IMGP1259.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6NiV6u_2vE/TvzfAh35NMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6WdhifUL0RU/s1600/IMGP1260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6NiV6u_2vE/TvzfAh35NMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6WdhifUL0RU/s200/IMGP1260.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is one from this year. &amp;nbsp;A dollar store cookie sheet with die cut paper dolls put on with Mod Podge, &amp;nbsp;I put scrapbook paper on adhesive backed magnet sheets and cut out the clothes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myO3lfu6yLc/TvzgDTIaA1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/zn_OtYLcj2c/s1600/IMGP1238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myO3lfu6yLc/TvzgDTIaA1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/zn_OtYLcj2c/s200/IMGP1238.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scarf, one day I'll post a tutorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll have to find more pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-5756099772668608545?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/5756099772668608545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=5756099772668608545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/5756099772668608545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/5756099772668608545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2011/12/home-made-presents.html' title='Home made presents'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgS-CjXBqIM/Tvze9OomF_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kEOc0oauBbs/s72-c/IMGP1259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-3207331911489837232</id><published>2011-09-23T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:29:03.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME ALONE</title><content type='html'>I have been experiencing a bunch of new changes in my life in the last year or so. &amp;nbsp;My husband changed jobs, we are attempting to sell our house, and I am home alone ALL day long. &amp;nbsp;That's right, the kids are all in school full time, what's a girl to do? &amp;nbsp;With all this wonderful, uninterrupted time to do as she pleases there is so much to do and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wandering around the house wondering where to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty to do I just don't know what to do first. &amp;nbsp;Do I sit down at the computer and check Facebook and other websites I am addicted to checking while no one is here to bug me? &amp;nbsp;Do I clean the house and do house work because it will stay that way for a couple hours? &amp;nbsp;Do I work on projects with no one to get into things? &amp;nbsp;I wander...and look...wander back...make bed...brush teeth...and...sit down at the computer....next thing I know the kids are home. &amp;nbsp;Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to figure this schedule out, so I have set some goals for myself, you know that accountability of setting goals? that's what this is right here. &amp;nbsp;I am going to work on projects and creating one day a week, I am going to start a chore chart to enlist help in keeping up with the house. &amp;nbsp;And I am going to be better at keeping up a blog or at the very least doing projects that I can post to this blog. &amp;nbsp;I have a few that I need to find just one more &lt;strike&gt;perfect&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;element to complete them. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully some of my not knowing what to do with myself is just coming because we are in such transition around here. I am hoping that the sale of our home is just around the corner so I can start some of those home design projects in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-3207331911489837232?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/3207331911489837232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=3207331911489837232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/3207331911489837232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/3207331911489837232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2011/09/home-alone.html' title='HOME ALONE'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-7349764057014585194</id><published>2011-09-22T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:20:14.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need professional help...</title><content type='html'>I am so over whelmed by all of the stuff in my house. &amp;nbsp;Really, I look around and think 'I'll stash that here for a minute until I decide what to do with it'. &amp;nbsp;According to every magazine article I have ever read that is WRONG. &amp;nbsp;Only touch the paper once right? &amp;nbsp;Well my system is so &lt;strike&gt;non&amp;nbsp;existent&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;not working. &amp;nbsp;Help, I don't think I can do this on my own. &amp;nbsp;However, in my defense, we have been trying to sell our house and I am living in transition. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to come up with a system that will not work in our new location. &amp;nbsp;And I have packed away half of the stuff we own to take away some of the clutter. &lt;br /&gt;I want to start some amazing creative project to make it all better. &amp;nbsp;I go to look for supplies to start...it's in the storage shed... &amp;nbsp;So that's no good. &amp;nbsp;Then I get a call that someone needs to look at the house and I scramble to think where in the world I can hide the mess. &amp;nbsp;FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;So, I scour organizing magazines, pictures on Pintrest, blogs...and &lt;strike&gt;weep&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;dream of the day when my life will return to a normal pattern. &amp;nbsp;I imagine me sitting in a large mostly empty room with a few empty boxes and before me all the tools to complete an amazingly organized space to rival a picture in one of those magazines. &amp;nbsp; But really, I probably just need a professional organizer to help me get through my crazy scrambled un-focused mind. &amp;nbsp;What's her number and how much does she charge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-7349764057014585194?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/7349764057014585194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=7349764057014585194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/7349764057014585194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/7349764057014585194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-need-professional-help.html' title='I need professional help...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-4938563949160164137</id><published>2011-04-04T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:18:55.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color'/><title type='text'>And today...</title><content type='html'>I have done so much but yet so little.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling all productive like and then BAM! had to leave the house for a minute and the only thing I accomplished after that was showering and shaving my legs (which REALLY needed to be done)&amp;nbsp; I'm not one of those nature girls.&amp;nbsp; No offense I just can't pull it off, it drives me crazy when it all gets too long.&amp;nbsp; Was that an over share?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well, all my great intentions have gone out the window today to update here.&amp;nbsp; So, I thought I'd share something with you.&amp;nbsp; It's about color.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever noticed that there is a difference in the richness of colors?&amp;nbsp; Like Wal Mart vs Dillards.&amp;nbsp; The color pallets are somewhat the same but Dillards seem so much richer.&amp;nbsp; I often refer to colors as Wal Mart or Dillards.&amp;nbsp; I used to say Macy's but here that's also&amp;nbsp;a grocery store so it doesn't work (not that I have readers from elsewhere but ya never know perhaps someday).&amp;nbsp; I tend to like the brighter more rich colors.&amp;nbsp; Wal&amp;nbsp;Mart colors are a little washed out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This isn't&amp;nbsp;a bad thing just a different.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Often things that are more expensive have a richer color.&amp;nbsp; Is it because it costs more to have more pigment?&amp;nbsp; Or is it just that we perceive that richer colors are worth more?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is a lot more to color than just what we see.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot going on inside us when we see color.&amp;nbsp; Try to pay attention to this.&amp;nbsp; Right now I am drawn to really bright but tranquil colors like turquoise, maybe it's because I really am ready for spring.&amp;nbsp; Maybe when you get these feelings of love for a color you should write that down somewhere for future reference.&amp;nbsp; One day you may decide you want to paint a wall and you wonder if you will like the color, you can refer back to your notes and see what kind of reactions you have had from that color.&amp;nbsp; When I paint a wall orange you will know I had to have had a major moving feeling towards it cuz I'm not feelin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you a question&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed the Wal Mart color theory?&amp;nbsp; Do you have a color you just don't love but you see it everywhere? I won't hand slap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-4938563949160164137?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/4938563949160164137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=4938563949160164137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/4938563949160164137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/4938563949160164137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-today.html' title='And today...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-9009122154453889398</id><published>2011-03-29T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:07:02.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ahead of the trend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in the mail I got a Potterybarn catalog. As I was flipping through the pages I saw they had a room they had done with a denim paint look. I experimented with the technique when I did my first nursery. When I was expecting my second child we built our house. I knew I wanted my boy nursery to be denim and stars so I painted my son's room using this technique. That was eight years ago. I tried to find a picture on Potterybarn's website but couldn't find one but here's mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y84a7RnGJfA/TZJWTf8FPvI/AAAAAAAAADw/7FoKGZ_JDlA/s1600/IMGP0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never finished the bedspread...I know, slacker. I don't always get to all the projects I'd like to.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589625985916591186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDxbJIMDIWc/TZJXOBXZ3FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dxttk6-hOSw/s320/IMGP0969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the upclose. I added stitches too with stencil tape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589625690810957698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FUcfOzdyEA/TZJW82AvP4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/a-XRqoeHLyI/s320/IMGP1033.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People always think it's wall paper when they see it. Nope! I painted it all by myself. And I did it before Potterybarn. =) &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/9146805524361936363-9009122154453889398?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/9009122154453889398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=9009122154453889398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/9009122154453889398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/9009122154453889398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-ahead-of-trend.html' title='I&apos;m ahead of the trend'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDxbJIMDIWc/TZJXOBXZ3FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dxttk6-hOSw/s72-c/IMGP0969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-2374355274279259421</id><published>2011-03-24T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:16:31.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House part 2</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I'll get to the entire house but a few of my favorites at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2Kt8Qz9ED0/TYvPgxZsrwI/AAAAAAAAADI/M4As_fSuyJ0/s1600/IMGP0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587787924607119106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2Kt8Qz9ED0/TYvPgxZsrwI/AAAAAAAAADI/M4As_fSuyJ0/s320/IMGP0964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a corner in my family room where I work on my jewelry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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; &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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6u2gto75hE/TYvPfgtEipI/AAAAAAAAADA/tahH_ceF4nM/s1600/IMGP0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6u2gto75hE/TYvPfgtEipI/AAAAAAAAADA/tahH_ceF4nM/s1600/IMGP0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587787902945102482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6u2gto75hE/TYvPfgtEipI/AAAAAAAAADA/tahH_ceF4nM/s320/IMGP0967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second peice of vinyl in my house.  I cut a customers job the wrong size so rather than waste it and let it sit in my cast offs to use one day, where it usually gets bent.  I decided to stick it on the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-veQwqbfRyi8/TYvPh2TXDlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DIHDQSDnyWo/s1600/IMGP0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587787943102582354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-veQwqbfRyi8/TYvPh2TXDlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DIHDQSDnyWo/s320/IMGP0968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to sneak this in because it is how I pass on the creative gene to my kids.  This is their homework/art table.  The folders on the desk were covered with papers they picked.  There is one folder for notes and one for papers to go back to school, for each kid.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bins have pens, markers, and other art supplies tucked away so no one can see them.  The paper ream in mounted under the cabinet so they can get drawing paper when they need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WKCvq7Ygzk/TYvPjJtNhqI/AAAAAAAAADY/uVM2_gOTddI/s1600/IMGP0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587787965491152546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WKCvq7Ygzk/TYvPjJtNhqI/AAAAAAAAADY/uVM2_gOTddI/s320/IMGP0973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My master bathroom is one of my favorite colors.  This is one of the most relaxing rooms in the house.  I love this room.  I also used a framed mirror to add some sophistication.  &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; &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; &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;For my birthday I was given some money and I was so excited when I saw these canisters, because it is rare that I find something inexpensive that I have the money for at the time.  My realtor suggested that I put three black frames up above the bed.  After buying the frames I realized I had to find something to go in them and that made it cost more than I wanted it to.  While shopping for my canisters, I saw a plaque carved of wood that I loved but it was $25 and I needed three.  Not cost effective, so I had to think of something.  I tried to draw something and then I found a technique on a blog for stenciling &lt;a href="http://vintagerevivals.blogspot.com/2010/07/seizure-wall-not-really.html"&gt;http://vintagerevivals.blogspot.com/2010/07/seizure-wall-not-really.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(next I need to learn how to make that just a word not a crazy link address)   It gave me an idea and I ended up just making a vinyl sticker and putting it on the wall.  Because I do this and have the supplies, I was able to do it cheaply and I didn't have to use my own drawing that wasn't going well and was taking tons of time.  Yay! I love how it turned out.  Now my whole room is pulled together and looks great.  I love going in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYV87nmgktM/TYv0-oVvAsI/AAAAAAAAADo/zDgjy26RDhg/s1600/IMGP0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829119500878530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYV87nmgktM/TYv0-oVvAsI/AAAAAAAAADo/zDgjy26RDhg/s320/IMGP0977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCO_rVQNjug/TYv090Ay9aI/AAAAAAAAADg/Sr_IIjVZMRs/s1600/IMGP0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587829105454413218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCO_rVQNjug/TYv090Ay9aI/AAAAAAAAADg/Sr_IIjVZMRs/s320/IMGP0976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, my jewelry projects.&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/9146805524361936363-2374355274279259421?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/2374355274279259421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=2374355274279259421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/2374355274279259421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/2374355274279259421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2011/03/house-part-2.html' title='House part 2'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2Kt8Qz9ED0/TYvPgxZsrwI/AAAAAAAAADI/M4As_fSuyJ0/s72-c/IMGP0964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-4637977023674006875</id><published>2011-03-22T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:52:54.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I rarely find the time to get on the computer and do this sort of thing. After viewing and liking many other creative blogs I decided I need to keep it up and be better with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587049002295624242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mD45rbVjkvU/TYkvd1SIAjI/AAAAAAAAACg/39GfkNfYNQg/s320/IMGP0988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;We have put our house up for sale, so I decided that I would have to document this house because I will leave it. (if all works out that way). So the other day I went through and took pictures. Welcome to my house. I have what you would call champagne taste on a beer budget. So, what I end up with is something I like while I dream of what I love. I'm going to start trying to make the beer look or is it taste like Champagne. Wish me luck on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I would like to have many things in my spaces, but find they make me crazy and I end up more simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ52XTZKbBY/TYkpRyoAgbI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZjQ02ybDB1Y/s1600/IMGP0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587042198353904050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ52XTZKbBY/TYkpRyoAgbI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZjQ02ybDB1Y/s200/IMGP0990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EBY3a5_OCgE/TYkpSKuu7nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MnKP_1zswuo/s1600/IMGP0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587042204824563314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EBY3a5_OCgE/TYkpSKuu7nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MnKP_1zswuo/s200/IMGP0993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HLVjHV4R1E/TYkpRpjgBJI/AAAAAAAAABo/MuNf6WAzN7k/s1600/IMGP0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587042195919078546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HLVjHV4R1E/TYkpRpjgBJI/AAAAAAAAABo/MuNf6WAzN7k/s200/IMGP0989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ52XTZKbBY/TYkpRyoAgbI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZjQ02ybDB1Y/s1600/IMGP0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ52XTZKbBY/TYkpRyoAgbI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZjQ02ybDB1Y/s1600/IMGP0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ52XTZKbBY/TYkpRyoAgbI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZjQ02ybDB1Y/s1600/IMGP0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ52XTZKbBY/TYkpRyoAgbI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZjQ02ybDB1Y/s1600/IMGP0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my livingroom. These pictures fail to show it as it really is. One day I am going to do something with those tables. The first house we bought was the model. These tables were in the staging so we decided to buy them since we had a credit at the furniture store they came from. Bonus...fast forward to now. They have the scout oath and various names and signatures scratched in the top. The husband was a scout leader for twelve year olds that met at our house and well that was the only table in the room they gathered apparently. Perhaps when we move they will get a refinish. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcIdfscM494/TYksVHNeVJI/AAAAAAAAACI/Z-pOPvYHoOU/s1600/IMGP0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587045553954247826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcIdfscM494/TYksVHNeVJI/AAAAAAAAACI/Z-pOPvYHoOU/s200/IMGP0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kitchen,  I love Jadite.  So my husband for Christmas this year surprised me with this lovely mixer.  The bowl and juicer are jadite.  I was so excited.  It functions but I just like to look, so I won't be firing this baby up anytime soon.&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;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mYzCloiidA/TYksUzP6b8I/AAAAAAAAACA/csW9vLTJSV8/s1600/IMGP0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587045548595769282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mYzCloiidA/TYksUzP6b8I/AAAAAAAAACA/csW9vLTJSV8/s200/IMGP0996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of my cabinets in my kitchen.  And then, my favorite part.....&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...my gigantic magnet board.  I have months that magnet on to this but I can't find this month.  This came about because I had this empty wall.  I got this brilliant idea and told my husband, who drug his feet and never got around to it.  Well, around Christmas one year my oldest and I went with Grandma to a play.  While we were gone the boys made this.  I was so surprised.  Plus they used ABC magnets to make it into a giant card, which was cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587047409369363746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gf9nv4n5YYA/TYkuBHK6NSI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ebspk9-xmOQ/s320/IMGP0999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a vinyl business and I don't have much of it in my house.  You know the story of the shoe maker's kids, well that's like our house.  This is was the one and only thing I'd done for years.  And almost five years later I still haven't painted the frame...all natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for the rest of the house.  My favorite room is coming up.&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/9146805524361936363-4637977023674006875?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/4637977023674006875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=4637977023674006875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/4637977023674006875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/4637977023674006875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-rarely-find-time-to-get-on-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mD45rbVjkvU/TYkvd1SIAjI/AAAAAAAAACg/39GfkNfYNQg/s72-c/IMGP0988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-8952022932558786440</id><published>2009-12-11T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:49:14.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnROKGK2dwU/SyMfe4H5dgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zGm-E9m6F6Y/s1600-h/IMGP0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnROKGK2dwU/SyMfe4H5dgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zGm-E9m6F6Y/s200/IMGP0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414205792351516162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnROKGK2dwU/SyMeyRsU73I/AAAAAAAAAA0/5CODxiGXFTw/s1600-h/IMGP0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnROKGK2dwU/SyMeyRsU73I/AAAAAAAAAA0/5CODxiGXFTw/s200/IMGP0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414205026121084786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really long time.  I'm just posting my creations today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fabulous earring creations.  I've been having fun with Chandelier earrings.  They turned out better than expected, which is nice for me because usually everything looks better in my mind and not great in real life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnROKGK2dwU/SyMgOjMfaUI/AAAAAAAAABE/yP6Nzk4-94M/s1600-h/IMGP0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnROKGK2dwU/SyMgOjMfaUI/AAAAAAAAABE/yP6Nzk4-94M/s200/IMGP0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414206611367356738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Lime Rickey broach.  Love the beautiful fabrics and had to make something fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I'll be posting my glass charms.  This is the first post with pictures so I'll see how it goes and then post more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-8952022932558786440?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/8952022932558786440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=8952022932558786440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/8952022932558786440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/8952022932558786440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-really-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnROKGK2dwU/SyMfe4H5dgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zGm-E9m6F6Y/s72-c/IMGP0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-5883267534949472385</id><published>2009-07-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:09:19.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still here, not much but are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-5883267534949472385?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/5883267534949472385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=5883267534949472385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/5883267534949472385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/5883267534949472385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-still-here-not-much-but-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-890402818360890085</id><published>2009-03-03T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:21:07.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><title type='text'>Color Part 2</title><content type='html'>So I know it's a lot later than tomorrow but I'm getting to it.&lt;br /&gt;Picking paint can be such a huge, and overwhelming task. There are so many how do you choose? One of the biggest mistakes I make is that I find a paint chip that I love and must have. I paint the room and am in love with my walls but then I can't find anything else that goes with them. Paint can be colored to match just about anything. Paint has the widest variety so don't start with paint start with something else. Start with a bed spread, couch, curtains or art piece that you will be using in the room. Match a color to one of these items. I take the color I like and go one, sometimes two shades down on mono chromatic paint chips (two colors lighter) . A small 2" square isn't a good indicator of what the color will look like on your walls. A lot of times the paint chip color comes out darker than you were thinking that is why I go two shades lighter, this means there is more white in the color. I have found that reputable paint stores are a great resource for picking color as well. I like to ask those working for advise for example, I needed a red but I didn't want a rusty shade or a pink shade I wanted a true red. I asked the paint store employee and he picked out a perfect red. If they supply to professional painters chances are they have seen the colors on walls or they have mixed enough of them to know what colors designers are buying.&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things you need to know. Light in your room will change how it looks, it's best to buy a small amount and sample it. You can paint a 2'x3' piece of foam core (found at art supply stores) and move it around the room and view it at different times of day. Or different walls. I have painted rooms after dark and loved the color only to wake up in the morning and be disappointed by how it looks in the daylight. The great thing about paint is that if it doesn't work, it's not a big deal because it's relatively inexpensive to start over. Dark colors will require more coats. Plan on two coats with any color. The surface of your wall will change things also. Prep is so important, just as the foundation of a house, the better the bottom the better the top. Make sure the paint surface is clean and ready to go imperfections are only highlighted. There are whole books on how to paint and prep but I'm not going there. I hope you enjoy color in your house. You may be pleasantly surprised at the difference it makes.&lt;br /&gt;End note: If you pick a paint first and go with it and can't match anything to it. Use neutrals. for example, I'm adding black and white in pictures, curtains, and bedding in my room I just couldn't wait to paint blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-890402818360890085?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/890402818360890085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=890402818360890085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/890402818360890085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/890402818360890085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2009/03/color-part-2.html' title='Color Part 2'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-2681938353945304323</id><published>2009-02-02T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:11:29.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small changes'/><title type='text'>Are you afraid of color?</title><content type='html'>I am not at all.  I love it.  I can't even pick a favorite.  Maybe that's partly because they change so much for me.  Almost every wall in my house is painted a color other than white.  Color can be very subtle or it can be very bold.  If color isn't your thing, that's OK really it is.  Don't try to use crazy color if it isn't really in your personality.  Color has an effect on mood, size, space, and light.  Color has an amazing effect it can energize you when you walk into a room, or it can make you down right depressed.  The best thing about color is that it doesn't have to cost much of anything.  Today's post will be about small ways to use color and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; will be about paint colors because I could go on we should separate them.  If you have a very sparse neutral room and you aren't ready for dramatic change start with something small.  There is a large variety of throw pillows available in a large variety of places and prices.  If you are out and about and see a fabric you love buy a yard and make your own.  Or look for some pillows already made.  Either way it's easy to just put a couple of purple pillows on the beige couch in the room with white walls to get a pop of color.  If you don't know where to start with color look at magazine pictures.  Maybe start with a favorite color and use it in a throw or pillows.  You can even frame a piece of favorite fabric and hang it on the wall.  These are ways you aren't married to your color choice and if it doesn't work for you give them to a friend, donate to a charity, or just put them away.  Color can be fun you just have to get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-2681938353945304323?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/2681938353945304323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=2681938353945304323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/2681938353945304323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/2681938353945304323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-afraid-of-color.html' title='Are you afraid of color?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-570618996540261004</id><published>2009-02-01T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:36:13.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design notebook</title><content type='html'>I am a magazine junkie, I think it started when I was in design school.  We had to go through magazines and pick out the elements in the pictures for vocabulary words, etc.  I was always looking through BHG at lunch time so I ended up with a huge file of recipes cut out in a huge mess.  Now days my addiction is two-fold, I really like that or I need that for later.  So, I purchased an artist sketch book from the craft store and I am whittling away at my stack of magazines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need:&lt;br /&gt;  Sketch book&lt;br /&gt;  self-adhesive divider tabs&lt;br /&gt;  Glue stick&lt;br /&gt;  Pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First divide your notebook into categories that you will use, i.e. recipes, things you like, reference, home decor ideas, etc. &lt;br /&gt;      ** I actually have ideas for a few different notebooks, for now the recipes are thrown in a binder with plastic page protectors I'll sort them one day into tried and loved and chuck the ones that I don't want, but one thing at a time. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy blank divider tags that you can use the self adhesive tabs to attach to a page in the notebook to help find the pages when the notebook is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as you are going through magazines (for me it's two or three at a time so it doesn't get away from me) cut the pictures you like and paste them onto the pages in the appropriate category.  The best part is you can write on the page next to the picture why you saved it so you don't have to remember for later.   Sometimes for me there is something way in the background that appealed to me because it sparked another idea.  I can record that info and later I don't wonder why I cut out a Clorox ad with a person in a tub.  There is also enough space to sketch the new idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you go through your notebooks you can start to see consistent themes that will help you define what your true design style is and what is just a passing phase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-570618996540261004?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/570618996540261004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=570618996540261004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/570618996540261004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/570618996540261004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2009/02/design-notebook.html' title='Design notebook'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-8639420286243674687</id><published>2009-01-30T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:23:25.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recording history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calendars'/><title type='text'>Organizing</title><content type='html'>Every year Nov. to Jan. it seems every where you go stores are giving away free calendars.  Most of the time these aren't ones you want to hang on your wall.  Random cowboy scenes to tractors aren't my idea of good design elements.  So, rather than waste those calendars I put them to a use.  If you buy a calendar that you like and you would like to recycle the pictures to frame for later, I don't recommend writing on it.  Sometimes pen will bleed through or even emboss or pierce the picture for the following month.  So I save the calendars I love to hang on the wall and use for reference and the others I have a few different uses for. &lt;br /&gt;  I always get one from my bank that has pockets I like to use this one to collect my tax info or medical spending for the year.  I keep it on my desk where I pay bills so that when I record doctor co-pays in my check register I record the receipt date in the box and put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receipt&lt;/span&gt; in the monthly pocket.  When it comes time to claim flex spending or do taxes I have all of my medical receipts in one place and I have a record of them.  I add them up monthly and write the total on the corner.  Then I'll record when I've gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reimbursed&lt;/span&gt; in another color pen.  This doesn't happen more than a couple times a year so it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confusing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I get another spiral bound calendar from my insurance company.  I like to carry this one with me in my bag.  I like to write some to-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; for the week or month and fun things that happened or record growth or funny things my kids have said.  It's also great for keeping track of birthdays.  This way it's something I can file away to use to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;journal&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scrapbook&lt;/span&gt; later.   But it's all together.   You can record new teeth, lost teeth, weight and height, appointments, vacations, first words, funny things, and you don't have to remember to write a date.  This is good for those of us who are always thinking I need to remember to write this down, and don't.  I also like to record housekeeping things to do like patch and paint the walls.  I have found that if I write a specific date to do these things life always happens and it doesn't end up happening that day.  This year I am going to write  weekly goals and monthly goals this way I don't have a rigid deadline and I can still live but I also have a loose deadline pushing me to accomplish something.  I really need something to push me to do the regular housekeeping things that need to happen but aren't so fun to do.  At the end of the year I file my medical calendar.  The other calendar I go through the info and take the things I need and record them in the appropriate place and put the calendar with all of our other memorabilia from the year.  Now I just need a better filing system for the memorabilia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-8639420286243674687?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/8639420286243674687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=8639420286243674687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/8639420286243674687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/8639420286243674687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2009/01/organizing.html' title='Organizing'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-4634481986423743485</id><published>2009-01-30T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:51:53.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing my blog</title><content type='html'>I have decided to change my blog.  I will be putting my education to better use. I have been having these crazy creative dreams lately (probably due to the pain killers I am taking right now).  So in my drugged haze I have decided I will make this blog about design and making a house a home.  And making this some place I can share all my projects (maybe I'll finish some now).  I will still have a blog about my thoughts and other things on another blog.  So spread the word, post questions you may have and we'll see how long my creativity lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-4634481986423743485?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/4634481986423743485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=4634481986423743485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/4634481986423743485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/4634481986423743485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2009/01/changing-my-blog.html' title='Changing my blog'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-1786065864012970430</id><published>2009-01-17T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:07:12.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad mom</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what to say right now.  I am feeling a bit overwhelmed by life.  I yelled at my children tonight and sent them to bed.  They acted like untamed monkeys at the grocery store.  I had had enough.  I was so mad because I have been on vacation for a week and apparently everyone behaved themselves.  So, I'm sitting here contemplating why everyone is being crazy and why I got mad and why really a lot of things.  Typing my thoughts here when my son came out of his room to tell me he's sorry he acted naughty.  So in the middle of this post about how I am a crazy parent my child proves to me a little that maybe all is not totally lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-1786065864012970430?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/1786065864012970430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=1786065864012970430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/1786065864012970430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/1786065864012970430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-mom.html' title='Bad mom'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-283714240303246960</id><published>2008-12-22T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:21:46.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW</title><content type='html'>I got my wish.  It has been snowing like mad, now if I could get feeling better we can enjoy sledding on the hill.  My kids put on their snow clothes today after I am pretty sure I said no but they did it anyway, and after I said no I thought oh never mind if they go outside I can have some peace and quiet for a minute.  This no TV until Christmas thing is more a punishment for me, but I think its working.  They seem to be getting along better.  I have caught them several times sitting on the couch reading to each other under a blanket, no kidding.  I don't think I have done anything right there, but someone is doing a great job.  They are still fighting though the evidence is in the gash on Braden's back courtesy of an upset Kaylee with a pen, just pointing out the little ray of sunshine.  Didn't I say I wanted the school break?  I am still looking for fun though.  I got cord charts last night and my guitar tuned so I played a cord and realized I need to cut my fingernails to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-283714240303246960?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/283714240303246960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=283714240303246960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/283714240303246960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/283714240303246960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow.html' title='SNOW'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-904390300680327880</id><published>2008-12-19T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:49:11.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnROKGK2dwU/SUvPahISnKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R5YPtsvswgo/s1600-h/DSCF0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnROKGK2dwU/SUvPahISnKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R5YPtsvswgo/s320/DSCF0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281543042498731170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tree.  I can't figure out how to change the direction and I should have used flash but anyway, I've just learned to put pictures on here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-904390300680327880?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/904390300680327880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=904390300680327880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/904390300680327880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/904390300680327880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnROKGK2dwU/SUvPahISnKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/R5YPtsvswgo/s72-c/DSCF0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-8170520933340146098</id><published>2008-12-18T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:44:11.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so excited</title><content type='html'>I am on the once a month posting plan. &lt;br /&gt;I am really excited for Christmas.  We just gave Breton's mom her birthday/Christmas present.  I was so excited for it to come.  I wish I could post it here but I think I'd be in trouble with copyright so I won't but we had these pictures taken of the kids in nativity costumes.  They turned out so great and she loved it. &lt;br /&gt;My Christmas presents will be somewhat of a let down because I already know what I am getting and I have already played with it.  I am fulfilling a later in life goal of learning to play the guitar.   But it's not the gifts for me that make me excited its the gifts I have made for others.  I can't wait to give my sister in law her present I worked hard on it and I love what I made her.  I don't think she reads this but she might so I will try to post later.  I'll have to have Kami help me learn to put pictures on this thing.  I am excited for the break from school.  I know this one sounds so weird but last year we had so much fun sledding and playing in the snow.  I am hoping that we get more snow to make it fun this year.  I enjoy not having to do homework and getting to sleep in (hahaha) ok so maybe just a more relaxed pace than usual. &lt;br /&gt;I am just grateful for this time of year and all that it means.  I am grateful for second chances and for the Savior in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-8170520933340146098?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/8170520933340146098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=8170520933340146098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/8170520933340146098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/8170520933340146098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-so-excited.html' title='I am so excited'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-4837684023335188692</id><published>2008-11-23T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:56:00.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>The last post was before the election so it's been awhile.  Tonight I just wanted to be sappy, but I gotta hurry because he really wants me to get off the computer and spend time with him.  When I wrote about being grateful for things when my husband read it he said I didn't include him.  It's not because I am not grateful for him it's because I don't like to put certain things out there.  I don't know if that makes sense or not, but here goes a little bit of that.  I do appreciate him so much, he is wonderful.  Thursday, I went to the midnight movie of Twilight, shout out to my cute friends who made me laugh my butt off the entire time, the verdict on the movie is still out for me but the night was so much fun and I am glad I got to go with such fun girls.  Anyway, back to the husband.  Not only did he offer to take me when it was coming out on our anniversary but he was all about watching the kids,  he always is great about this, which I love.  The next morning I was so tired, he got up with my kids, got them ready and off to school and took my three year old with him so that I could sleep.  He is so wonderful and thoughtful.  Even though he didn't get all that he wanted out of the deal, he still is amazing.  I don't do what I feel about him justice with my words so I think I am stopping there, but I just wanted to make it public that I do love him and am very grateful to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-4837684023335188692?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/4837684023335188692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=4837684023335188692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/4837684023335188692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/4837684023335188692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-3838453028689129505</id><published>2008-11-03T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:13:45.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE</title><content type='html'>I was just reading an e-mail sent to me to encourage voting.  I wanted to continue the thought here.&lt;br /&gt;I hear so many times people are unwilling to get involved because they don't think they can make a difference or get anything accomplished.  As I think about all of the times I have been told "it doesn't matter YOU are not going to change it".  I often felt discouraged and gave up.  But, now think for a minute about history.  Rosa Parks was one woman, she refused to sit at the back of the bus.   Martin Luther King was one man, he influenced many and still inspires to this day with the example he set.  Susan B. Anthony was one woman, she fought for women's rights.  Throughout history change was brought about by one person.  Supported by another, by another, by another.  Thinking that one person cannot make a difference is a thought fostered by those who seek to oppress.  If we all think we can't make a difference, we won't.  If we think our vote doesn't count, it won't because we didn't cast it.  If we decide we can't fight against evil, it will be allowed to prevail.  Never believe that one cannot make a difference.  It wasn't an easy task for anybody who has stood up against anything wrong.  Many have given their lives and all they had, to bring about change and freedom.   Sadly, too often we don't appreciate the sacrifices of those who have fought for us to have  rights later.  Sometimes we don't see the results of the fight right off.   Many times we are unpopular or ridiculed.   Many die without realizing their difference.   Never stop standing up for right because it's hard.  Never stop believing YOU can make a difference.   Sometimes it just takes one to voice and opinion and others will gain courage to follow.   An Islamic woman who fights against radical Islam Irshad Mangi said "Courage is not the absence of fear.  Courage is recognizing there are more important things than fear." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a difference, your vote matters, your voice counts, don't ever think otherwise.  And "may God grant me the power to change the things I can, recognize what I cannot and the wisdom to know the difference."  So go vote.  And keep making a difference.  Maybe that just means you help a neighbor in a small way this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-3838453028689129505?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/3838453028689129505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=3838453028689129505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/3838453028689129505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/3838453028689129505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/11/one.html' title='ONE'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-1324136009674130804</id><published>2008-10-28T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:31:20.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love fall because it means winter.  I know it is so weird to say it but I love winter.  I love snowstorms and sitting inside watching them.  I like to drive in snow.  I think winter is peaceful, for the most part.  The only thing is I am feeling so busy this fall.  I don't really know why but it seems that the prelude to the holidays is just as busy.  Maybe it's all of the family birthdays and this year blessings and baptisms put into the mix.  With all of the craziness I am feeling the need to simplify everything.  I am not sure why.  The news of the world coming apart I think fuels this need (although I think most of it is just hype because of the election) I don't take enough time to focus on what is really important.  I get too wrapped up in the tasks of the day and forget to enjoy it and the things the kids do.   Life is meant to be a journey and I find I don't take enough time to enjoy my blessings.   So, to help me with this I am challenging myself to count my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;1.  children, this one is hard to enjoy sometimes&lt;br /&gt;2.  A home to live in.&lt;br /&gt;3.  A family&lt;br /&gt;4.  Friends&lt;br /&gt;5.  Means to provide the nessesities&lt;br /&gt;6.  I live in a country where I enjoy freedoms&lt;br /&gt;7.  I can pray to my God whenever I want&lt;br /&gt;8.  I can teach my children the gospel&lt;br /&gt;9.  I can stay home with my kids&lt;br /&gt;10. I can choose what I would like to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now you post yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-1324136009674130804?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/1324136009674130804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=1324136009674130804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/1324136009674130804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/1324136009674130804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-fall-because-it-means-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-830099714192854798</id><published>2008-10-12T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:53:40.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a fantastic weekend. My daughter was baptized and I was able to spend some time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my daughter. Her baptism was something special and I am so proud of her choices, she told me she felt clean. It was a wonderful day and experience. I hope she will always remember the day and how she felt and reflect on it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and her boyfriend came for the occasion. I can't say how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; I am to her for making the trip it really meant a lot to me and to my daughter. She braved the snow storm.  It was so fun hanging out with them and meeting her boyfriend. We laughed pretty hard and had a good time. I only wish she lived closer and I could spend more time with her more often. I have missed her as we haven't seen each other in awhile. Hopefully we'll get together again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-830099714192854798?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/830099714192854798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=830099714192854798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/830099714192854798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/830099714192854798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-has-been-fantastic-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-4842846868779518948</id><published>2008-10-07T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:59:52.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lots to read enjoy</title><content type='html'>I cleaned out the draft box because I haven't had time to blog in awhile so I hope you enjoy more random thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-4842846868779518948?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/4842846868779518948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=4842846868779518948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/4842846868779518948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/4842846868779518948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/10/lots-to-read-enjoy.html' title='lots to read enjoy'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-8535941711101302937</id><published>2008-10-07T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:01:58.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket list</title><content type='html'>This post stemmed from another that went in several directions, so in an effort to simplify I am posting separate.&lt;br /&gt;Things I have always wanted to do, some I have and some I have yet to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took a stained glass class, it was fun, my final project was never finished and the pieces of it were smashed when my friend was in a car accident bringing it to me. I guess that was not meant to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to take a photography class and get into changing the settings ( I could make it a business =) seems like everyone is doing it these days)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to learn to play the guitar, maybe I'll write some songs. I could move my family to Nashville or New York and try to make it big in the music industry. OK maybe not but it would be fun to play the guitar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to travel to Hawaii, Ireland, and Europe. My dad served his mission in Australia and my Great grandpa served in New Zealand so I would like to visit those countries as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take gourmet cooking classes or make fabulous desserts for a bakery or upscale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate sculpture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to build cabinets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to physically help build my own house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to become an electrician.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to work for a great and talented interior designer. I don't think I am cut out to have a business because I don't like the running of the business but the doing things. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to live somewhere other than Utah. (or Idaho)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sure there are other things I would like to do and I am sure things change. What are some things you would like to do? (shamelessly trying to find out if I am talking to myself on this blog) Post your answers (I may make you some cookies or something (don't count on it but if it gets you to post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-8535941711101302937?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/8535941711101302937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=8535941711101302937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/8535941711101302937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/8535941711101302937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/10/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket list'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-6122114436414632504</id><published>2008-10-07T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:56:14.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not typical for me to write things about general conference, for me it is what it is and I keep it to myself, but I was struck by President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monson's&lt;/span&gt; comments about finding joy in the journey. I am sure that is going to be the new phrase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vinyled&lt;/span&gt; everywhere (maybe I need to start cutting today so I can be the first) I struggle with this everyday. Some days are better than others but I have been having a big struggle finding joy in the everyday. I have decided to make this post about the things I love but not in that cheesy way that I say I love my family, it's true but I'm not going there today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love architecture. I guess that's why my post high school education was in Architectural design (after the political science). When I was in high school I used to drive around neighborhoods with my friend Greg. We'd look at the houses and what we liked. When I went on vacations I would visit old historical houses. I take pictures of houses on vacation, perhaps that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. Houses are like the people that inhabit them. They have their own unique personalities. Some have peeling paint revealing the years of wear, adding to their personality and charm. Some have a unique history. Some were built by someone amazing. It's sad that we have lost that workmanship and have started building cookie cutter houses. That is a metaphor I can explore more another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like nature. I am not a big camper because I like amenities, but I always enjoy the peaceful quiet of the canyon. The roar of water crashing over rocks in a hurry to get down stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love people. I have always enjoyed visiting with people. When I was a little girl I lived in an older neighborhood. All of my neighbors were as old as my grandparents. I also had a paper route. Every month I would go collect for the paper and visit the older folks in town. Usually I was accompanied by my grandma. I would have to wait while they found checkbooks and wrote out the check and while I was waiting we'd visit. I got to know a lot of the older generation in my town this way. I came to love many of them. Brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Edis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Taggart&lt;/span&gt; was one of my favorites along with his wife. Some others were the Lane's next door, Buzz &amp;amp; Gwen, Alma &amp;amp; Dorthy, Mr. Rogers, George Williams, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Luella&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Durrants&lt;/span&gt;. Most of them I could count on for a treat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; lane's lived next door and we all knew we could visit for awhile and be sent home with a bag of red vines and that mix that was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt; baked beans, I have never really liked either of those much so I am not sure why I thought that was the place to go for treats but I enjoyed visiting. Some of them had health problems and were hard of hearing but I enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love creating. I don't think I am that good at it but I like doing it. I make something and years later somebody always does a better job than I did. But I enjoy doing it most days. i like the feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;accomplishment&lt;/span&gt; when I have made something. This is why I want to build things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to try a bunch of different things. I took a stained glass class once. I have always wanted to try pottery, in depth photography, learn to play the guitar, become an electrician. I'll do another post about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to travel and see other places. I sometimes pretend I live somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start. I hope if I focus on positive things I can find joy in the journey. But more than joy I hope life becomes a journey. I hope I take the time to make the most of it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; learn from life rather than getting caught up in the mundane tasks here in this life that seem to never end and draw me in. A journey begins with a single step, or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-6122114436414632504?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/6122114436414632504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=6122114436414632504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/6122114436414632504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/6122114436414632504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-typical-for-me-to-write-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-2476817522601497409</id><published>2008-09-22T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:47:05.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking today about choices.  I recently read part of The Secret and it talks about kind of willing things to happen in your life.  Today as I have pondered some thing a friend said to me about if I wanted it, I would make it happen, I began to think.  I wonder how much of our lives are really all about choices.  I have learned my whole life in church that we chose to come to Earth and have this life.  I wonder how many things in our lives boil down to simply choosing it.  I have often resented people saying "you just have to wake up and choose to be happy"  I think this is maybe an oversimplification.  Just choosing happiness isn't going to make it so, but what if that choosing to be happy has more of an impact.  I firmly believe the only thing we can control about our circumstances is how we react to them, choosing what we'll do, think, or feel.  Or rather how we will react to how we feel.  So what if it's all about waking up and choosing happiness and then making an appointment to go get our hair cut the way we want it or setting a goal and working toward it.  I have often wondered if little choices made along the way have changed the path I was supposed to be on drastically.  Not to dwell on the what ifs, because really what good does that do, but rather to notice the long term effects of small things.  What if I hadn't said yes to a job somewhere that led me somewhere else.  That choice would have drastically altered my future and who I am.  I hate when people say they didn't have a choice or they don't have a choice.  There is always a choice sometimes we have to choose to do things we don't want to do, or sometimes the choices we make cause us to lose or miss out on something that is important to us.  Choices are about prioritizing, is character more important than friendship, is keeping a promise more important than having fun.  Is the happiness of someone else more important than our own?  Someone put all of this into perspective for me.  She told me that it is not uncommon for values to conflict at times.  I often feel this.  Sometimes doing what will make me happy will cause problems for others but I have to choose what is more important to me, which I value most at that time.  We shouldn't always put others first but sometimes that's good to do.    Sometimes we have to choose to do things we don't want to do because it's the right thing or we know we have to take that step.  At times our choices aren't difficult or life altering.  Some choices change who we are and others just help us get where we're going.  Sometimes the choices and the actions that follow are simple and easy to do.  Other times it's more difficult.  Choosing happiness isn't going to be easy but I don't think I would ever look back after a long happy life and wish I would have made a better choice.  Maybe fulfilling our destiny is just about making predictable choices, predicted by someone who knows us better than we know ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-2476817522601497409?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/2476817522601497409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=2476817522601497409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/2476817522601497409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/2476817522601497409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/09/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-1131912131646775680</id><published>2008-09-18T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:27:50.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG 8</title><content type='html'>My oldest turned 8 today.  This time 8 years ago I was just out of recovery holding my first born.  I almost want to cry thinking about it.  She was a c-section after 16 hours of labor.  It has been an amazing 8 years.  She is the compass in our family.  She always knows what is right and is constantly trying to do it.  Not that she doesn't get into trouble, she causes her fair share of mayhem around here.  She is our artist, our drama queen, and our giggly girl.  I can't imagine our family without her.  She is a great example and I am so proud of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-1131912131646775680?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/1131912131646775680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=1131912131646775680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/1131912131646775680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/1131912131646775680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-8.html' title='The BIG 8'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-963777117826911635</id><published>2008-09-16T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:16:59.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally become old. While grabbing lunch today I was frightened by the looks the local High school kids were sporting. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piercings&lt;/span&gt;, crazy hair, etc. I find myself thinking "no one will ever take them seriously" and "where are their parents" I remember my grandma saying those exact things. Seriously, is it just me or are there a bunch of mutants running around posing as high school students? Their parents honestly let them out of the house in that and looking like that. I remember some arguments against school uniforms were that kids would loose their self expression if they couldn't do it through clothes. What exactly is it they are trying to say? "I am lazy and just rolled out of bed and put on the first dirty thing I saw" "sorry this is not an important enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; to bother to put down my cell phone and pull a comb through my hair" "I forgot to put clothes on this morning" "Look at me!". In a way I think we have taught kids instead of using their brains to think of ways to express themselves we have allowed them to think that clothing and looks reflect who they are. In a world where we are constantly hearing how we shouldn't judge on looks, we shouldn't see color and we shouldn't discriminate. We are saying look on the inside, while also telling them it's all about what is on the outside.  Reality is that people do see what is on the outside, you do send a message how you look.  Fair or unfair people do judge, me included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-963777117826911635?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/963777117826911635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=963777117826911635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/963777117826911635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/963777117826911635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-finally-become-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-2237759423435265534</id><published>2008-09-12T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:58:39.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept. 11th</title><content type='html'>I meant to do this post yesterday but by the time I sat down to do it, it just wasn't going to sound the way I wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud when my kids came home from school and their teachers had told them why we had flags out. I was so glad that they talked about it. I remember what was happening that day and the worry we had for friends in the DC area. I remember the overwhelming sadness associated with the images of the towers falling. I am proud to be an American. I am so grateful for the freedom I have to worship as I choose and to have the right to write this now. As I was watching the Olympics and heard all of the restrictions placed on the Chinese I felt sad for them. I am glad we have open information. I feel blessed we can speak our minds and take our government to task. I am thankful for a country with a long history of heroes who stood up for what was right. Starting with our founding fathers. Some were not popular for what they were doing but they pressed on with much opposition to provide us the freedoms we have now. There have been many from that time on that have had to fight to protect our rights. I am so grateful for those who gave all they had, some their lives that we all might have the freedoms we take for granted each day. Sept 11th reminded us what makes America great. It reminded us not to take anything for granted. That there is evil out there willing to do whatever they have to, to make us forget this is the greatest nation and we are truly blessed by God to be American.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-2237759423435265534?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/2237759423435265534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=2237759423435265534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/2237759423435265534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/2237759423435265534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/09/sept-11th.html' title='Sept. 11th'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-370730156586521884</id><published>2008-09-11T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:23:45.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; deleted Tuesday's post so Wednesday's doesn't make much sense.  I'm kind of bummed that it got deleted because I don't have it in me to recreate it.  I didn't even know it was gone until Breton pointed it out.   Random thought coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; where maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; recap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-370730156586521884?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/370730156586521884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=370730156586521884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/370730156586521884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/370730156586521884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-accidentally-deleted-tuesdays-post-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-1607875143248553650</id><published>2008-09-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:16:27.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I did?</title><content type='html'>I want to post pictures but I have to wait until I can give the whole effect because I just don't want to ruin it but.....I didn't watch TV tonight.&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to stay tuned to find out all about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-1607875143248553650?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/1607875143248553650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=1607875143248553650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/1607875143248553650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/1607875143248553650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-what-i-did.html' title='Guess what I did?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-6607161182268774488</id><published>2008-09-08T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:20:24.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>I often open my big mouth and say what I am thinking. I have to be honest it gets me in a lot of trouble sometimes. I never really mean to offend people but sometimes I'm just not clear enough I guess. I forget that everyone else lives in a different mind set and they don't always follow my train of thought. The circumstances that have led me here have left me feeling relieved that I was able to fix a relationship but saddened too that I look bad. I know that shouldn't be important but to me character is important and I feel like my character was put up for questioning. Because I wasn't publicly cleared people still may think that I said something awful to another person. My comment was misunderstood, I have no way to get that back nor anyway to clear the air with those who have read the misunderstood take. I always try to tell my kids to be careful what they say because they can't get it back (poor example I am). I don't regret really saying what I did just that it was taken wrongly and it hurt someone who was already being hurt by unkindness. The lesson I seem to be learning over and over is that most major fall outs and problems come from misunderstandings. I am not sure if I will ever learn to be more effective at communication or more clear, but I hope I can learn to not be so quick to be offended by comments but rather listen more and ask more questions and try better to understand the other person. Before going public with anything give someone the opportunity to defend themselves or fix the problem. I think I've wasted too much time in my life being offended or sometimes looking for offense when it's not there. I think most of us have good intentions. So many times I hear my kids having disagreements and as the impartial listener what I find is that they are not listening to one another but are trying so hard to get their point out and make the other hear and see their side that they are not even listening to one another. Sometimes it makes me wonder about the larger things that are effected by not really listening. Do we march into battle ready to defend someone or something because we heard the wrong or partial version of the truth. Or more simply we jumped to the wrong conclusion. The bad thing is once it's out there we can't get it back because there is record of it somewhere even if it's just in someone's mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-6607161182268774488?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/6607161182268774488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=6607161182268774488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/6607161182268774488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/6607161182268774488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/09/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-1273413410708336782</id><published>2008-09-07T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:13:12.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things dads do.</title><content type='html'>I was sitting here in my corner minding my business in the family room when I witnessed this scene. My 3 year old was on the couch with my husband watching a movie and playing with barbies. From my vantage point (behind the couch) I watched her hand her Barbie and a wedding dress to her dad and ask "daddy, can you put this on her please?" I was a little curious how this would play out because those of you who know Breton know he's a big football looking guy. He took it from her and dressed the Barbie. I thought it was so funny, the things dad's do for little girls. Not to mention his big hands dressing the barbie. It's comical and cute at the same time. He's the best daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-1273413410708336782?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/1273413410708336782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=1273413410708336782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/1273413410708336782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/1273413410708336782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-dads-do.html' title='The things dads do.'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-7324810372911145588</id><published>2008-08-30T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:11:59.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, one day</title><content type='html'>I'll get pictures on here sometime.  It takes me awhile though.  I have a loner camera from my mom, mine got stolen or lost in Salt Lake, I set it down and it was gone.  So, now I have  camera I don't like to use at all.  One day we'll buy a new one, but for now I am getting along.  So, one day maybe there will be pictures on here but until then, well, you'll have to use your imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-7324810372911145588?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/7324810372911145588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=7324810372911145588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/7324810372911145588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/7324810372911145588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-one-day.html' title='Maybe, one day'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-5996839825089101098</id><published>2008-08-29T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:32:50.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I spent a little time on a post about all the time I wasted on the computer and got nothing else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I went to post and it went haywire and I had already wasted enough time that I just let it go where all those dead emails went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is all about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;innovation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempts at pictures failed so, I'll just do without. If you are my neighbor you are probably wondering about all the cans in my driveway. It turns out, I too, was wondering the same thing. I have looked into the mystery and found out this: Braden, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;innovative&lt;/span&gt; son, loves anything motored. He is always making motor sounds while driving trucks on the floor or while riding his bike. Well my friends, he found a way to save his voice. It seems if you run over a can with your bicycle it sounds like a motorcycle. Who knew! and how they came to this conclusion I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are claiming, now that they have to pick all the cans up, that they were just helping dad smash them all. I don't know if they think this will get them out of picking them up or keep them out of trouble. I found it amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a political note. Yeah for McCain for picking a fabulous running mate, maybe now I can vote for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-5996839825089101098?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/5996839825089101098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=5996839825089101098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/5996839825089101098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/5996839825089101098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-i-spent-little-time-on-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-8539237225558651263</id><published>2008-08-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:44:21.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately about all those times when people were there for me. Sometimes random people sometimes people I know. It's always like an answer to prayers. There have been times when these moments are the times I am about to cry because I don't know what to do next and someone will come up and ask me if I need something and proceed to help me. There is one day I remember that a bunch of totally random people helped me and I was really in need of it. I was all alone and far from home. I haven't seen any of them since and I never had a chance to tell them how much I appreciated their help. I probably won't get that chance ever, but I am grateful just the same. I wonder if these people, ten years later, have given their deeds another thought. While I have thought about it a lot over the last ten years.&lt;br /&gt;I also have been blessed with fabulous friends that seem to always be there when I need them. I hope you know who you are, but if you are reading this you probably are one of them. Most of the time you were just my shoulder to cry on (we all know I can cry and obsess). You didn't judge or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;criticize&lt;/span&gt; you have just been my friend. I just wanted to let everyone know I think of your acts often. I appreciate you all, you have been my angels and answers to my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many times we do the ordinary, and it is the extraordinary to someone else. How quickly we discount our importance to others because we don't see the good we do and are.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all. Now go and do something great, or maybe just tell someone you appreciate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-8539237225558651263?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/8539237225558651263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=8539237225558651263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/8539237225558651263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/8539237225558651263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/08/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9146805524361936363.post-5419608559464754608</id><published>2008-08-26T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:47:19.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...And here I am</title><content type='html'>So I took the plunge. I think it is all due to peer pressure and my need to fit in. So I'm blogging like the rest of the world as if I have nothing better to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect literary greatness, or anything truely great, just random thoughts. I have a lot. We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9146805524361936363-5419608559464754608?l=feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/feeds/5419608559464754608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9146805524361936363&amp;postID=5419608559464754608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/5419608559464754608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9146805524361936363/posts/default/5419608559464754608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelslikehome-jaime.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-here-i-am.html' title='...And here I am'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15301108209115588552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
