<?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-8643379387500927192</id><updated>2011-09-29T02:28:09.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My father's gun.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643379387500927192.post-6516979288944305771</id><published>2010-12-30T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:07:12.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Days of Thanks - Day 17.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Frye boots - My mama got me them for Christmas. They are great!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  MWY show - I got to see both Melissa's and all my friends, my brother and Mike all at the same time! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Mike - I really am just so lucky. He is wonderful. Experiencing new things together is such a great feeling. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Getting snowed in - I can't believe I listed this. I really used to hate it, but it was nice this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Sleep - I have been sooooo tired lately. Could sleep for days!&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/8643379387500927192-6516979288944305771?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/6516979288944305771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=6516979288944305771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/6516979288944305771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/6516979288944305771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/14-days-of-thanks-day-17.html' title='14 Days of Thanks - Day 17.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-8774035440496246352</id><published>2010-12-30T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:01:08.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Days of Thanks - Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Christmas Eve - It was one of the best days I have had in a  real long time. I didn't feel crappy. Mike and I hung out all day, everything went great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  Presents - Mike and I exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve. He got me the best ring ever ever! And shirts and surprise stuff and the greatest purse! He is really good at this gift giving thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Christmas Day - Being with family was a little rushed, but a great time. We gave gifts and ate and hung out. I really am blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Watching everyone's excitement when they actually liked the stuff they opened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Happy times - This was the first Christmas since my dad passed away that I wasn't balling the whole time. I miss him so much, but felt like he was here with us!&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/8643379387500927192-8774035440496246352?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/8774035440496246352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=8774035440496246352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8774035440496246352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8774035440496246352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/15-days-of-thanks-day-16.html' title='15 Days of Thanks - Day 16'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-2444973466046458941</id><published>2010-12-30T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:00:12.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Days of Thanks - Day 15 (Little delayed)....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Alone time at work - so what I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  New coat - Josh got me a coat that makes me not look like a hobo anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Couple cranky days to realize how good it feels when I am not cranky and bickering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Friends in town! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Texts that crack me up. Have some solid people in my life that are pretty damn funny.&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/8643379387500927192-2444973466046458941?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/2444973466046458941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=2444973466046458941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/2444973466046458941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/2444973466046458941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/16-days-of-thanks-day-15-little-delayed.html' title='16 Days of Thanks - Day 15 (Little delayed)....'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-3685457581926291878</id><published>2010-12-21T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:19:17.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Days of Thanks - Day 14.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Lunar Eclipse - That was really pretty. Cool to think I got to see something that hasn't happened in 400 years. The raccoon sitting at my feet staring up at me, nearly gave me heart failure, but pretty awesome all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  Michael - I miss him more than I can explain most days. I think I just really need to see his face asap. Really happy and grateful he's in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Break from my fever - Probably not going to last long, but nice to feel un-fogged for a minute. Sleepy, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Beach House on Conan - Just seriously love their music. So glad I got us tickets to see them again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Christmas - It's soooo soon!!&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/8643379387500927192-3685457581926291878?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/3685457581926291878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=3685457581926291878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/3685457581926291878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/3685457581926291878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/17-days-of-thanks-day-14.html' title='17 Days of Thanks - Day 14.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-6376259316416475155</id><published>2010-12-20T21:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:35:59.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18Days of Thanks - Day 13.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Melissa F. - Seriously have no idea what I'd do without her. Such a great best friend. I miss her soooo much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  Sb - Got the chance to talk today. I miss her. It's nice to know after all the years and all the crap we go through that some friendships can really stand the tide. Solid  friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Good friends - Feel very lucky to know that even when I feel horribly alone I have a good group of friends that I can count on, that know me better than most people and will always be there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  My mom - I know I put her on here a lot, but she should be on this list every single day. God bless this woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Josh - Definitely has been there for a me a lot lately. Really lucky to have him as a brother and best friend.&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/8643379387500927192-6376259316416475155?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/6376259316416475155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=6376259316416475155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/6376259316416475155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/6376259316416475155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/18days-of-thanks-day-13.html' title='18Days of Thanks - Day 13.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-6509315979688538845</id><published>2010-12-20T21:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:35:33.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Days of Thanks - Day 12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Packages - Glad things I ordered are starting to come in the mail. Bummed I haven't felt well enough to open any of them, but at least they are arriving. Hopefully it's the right stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  My doctor - He seems to be as concerned as I am and wants to get to the bottom of what is wrong with me. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Lifetime movies - Seriously do not need to use my brain for these when I feel ill. That is unless they are awful, then I need to shut them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Rehab shows - I know it's sounds corny, but at the very least they keep me sober.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Fruit - These little fruit cups are giving little boosts of energy and are pretty refreshing. &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/8643379387500927192-6509315979688538845?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/6509315979688538845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=6509315979688538845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/6509315979688538845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/6509315979688538845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/19-days-of-thanks-day-12.html' title='19 Days of Thanks - Day 12.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-3397791904400212899</id><published>2010-12-20T21:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:34:59.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days of Thanks - Day 11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Farmers Market - There is one in Ardmore that has a lot of good Gluten Free food. Pretty hearty dinners, can be quite pricey, but awesome to know I can get stuff there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  Gel face mask - I actually have no idea what this is called, but it goes around your eyes. You can freeze it or heat it up. It is soooo soothing. I love this thing. Wish they made a bodysuit out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Phone/internet - Feels like the only way I can communicate with my boyfriend right now. If it weren't for these things I'd feel at a total loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Clean sheets - Have some clean sheets and blankets on my bed. So refreshing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Sweaters - Been living in these. So comfy.&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/8643379387500927192-3397791904400212899?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/3397791904400212899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=3397791904400212899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/3397791904400212899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/3397791904400212899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/20-days-of-thanks-day-11.html' title='20 Days of Thanks - Day 11.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-4476207219504212777</id><published>2010-12-18T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:52:15.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Days of Thanks - Day 10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Have a couple of these saved up to post… been sick, so I'll post a few each day till I catch up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Sendra Boots - Mike bought me a pair of these from Free People months ago. They are the best boots ever. I love, love, love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  Breaking Bad - Days that Mike and I watch episodes of this show, I love them. Show is so great. Sometimes it makes me sad because he seriously looks and acts exactly like my dad, but it's sooo good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  New gluten free breadcrumbs - Mixed with some other stuff, made some great Chicken Cutlets. I can't wait to move and have a kitchen stoked with gluten free yummy stuff to cook.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Photo booth photos - Love, love, love these.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Christmas tree - So excited it's finally up!&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/8643379387500927192-4476207219504212777?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/4476207219504212777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=4476207219504212777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/4476207219504212777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/4476207219504212777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/21-days-of-thanks-day-10.html' title='21 Days of Thanks - Day 10.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-2391857863634593000</id><published>2010-12-18T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:46:31.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Days of Thanks - Day 9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  My mom - She really is always there for me and so helpful when I need her. Not to mention she is one of the funniest people I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  Memories of my dad - I have no idea what I would do if we didn't get to hold onto memories. He really was the greatest guy I've ever known. So funny, smart, caring. I miss him so much it aches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Fred Perry gloves - Mike bought me these a few months ago. I wear them everyday and I couldn't find them. Turned out my boss hid them at work! He's nuts, but I am so glad to have them back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Callan - So glad he and I talk. Dude is so funny and is such a great friend. Stoked that his life is working out so well right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Clean laundry - One of my favorite things ever. I never realize it until I have no clean clothes. Nothing like fresh smelling clean clothes!&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/8643379387500927192-2391857863634593000?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/2391857863634593000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=2391857863634593000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/2391857863634593000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/2391857863634593000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/22-days-of-thanks-day-9.html' title='22 Days of Thanks - Day 9.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-4662683753127738801</id><published>2010-12-18T01:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:45:45.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Days of Thanks - Day 8. (Way Behind)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Cooking - I love cooking some healthy, yummy home-cooked meals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  Huge grey scarf - completely forgot I had this. It's practically a blanket and I am so happy to have found it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Warm duvet covers - I really can only use these in the winter.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Farley - She is such a solid friend. Really is always there for me and lets me be there for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Vicky - She has proven to be the one of the most loyal friends I have ever had. I have been so distant these past couple months, but not a day goes by that she doesn't check in on me. &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/8643379387500927192-4662683753127738801?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/4662683753127738801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=4662683753127738801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/4662683753127738801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/4662683753127738801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/23-days-of-thanks-day-8-way-behind.html' title='23 Days of Thanks - Day 8. (Way Behind)'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-1583586362971458471</id><published>2010-12-11T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T09:02:33.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Days of Thanks - Day 7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Waking up from the insane dreams I have been having and finally realizing they were not real. They have been kicking my ass, but it makes me appreciate real life much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  Watching Mike &amp;amp; the rest of the Nothing record in the sanctuary. It was really pretty in there. I love being in churches. It was great to watch him play drums (he is really talented) and it sounded great in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Heat - I was freezing at work and actually had the heat on (without Jeff turning it off). I can't even imagine how people without heat or live on the streets must feel during the winter. It has to be the worst feeling in the entire world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Candles - Mike got me these candles from Anthropologie and they look and smell incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Gluten free brownies/cookies - yummmmm.&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/8643379387500927192-1583586362971458471?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/1583586362971458471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=1583586362971458471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/1583586362971458471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/1583586362971458471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/24-days-of-thanks-day-7.html' title='24 Days of Thanks - Day 7.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-1224028637224036476</id><published>2010-12-11T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:48:06.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Days of Thanks - Day 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Water - I actually drink it now. A touch of lemon in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  Hot tea - Love it. I used to drink it non-stop, it's a nice soothing treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  Internet - Seriously what a crazy invention. I've been pretty sick this week and can look for christmas presents, do work, talk to friends, etc all because of this crazy thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Heating pad - best thing ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5. My dvr - I get to watch things I miss and can tape random parts of shows to show Michael. &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/8643379387500927192-1224028637224036476?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/1224028637224036476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=1224028637224036476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/1224028637224036476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/1224028637224036476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/25-days-of-thanks-day-6.html' title='25 Days of Thanks - Day 6.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-2704411380743279781</id><published>2010-12-06T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:00:39.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Days of Thanks - Day 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1.  Television - Being able to watch the mind-numbing tv shows that I love when I am sick, actually distracts me. It's great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2.  Back scratches - Love giving them to Mike. Love getting them from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3.  New tights - I got a new pair of tights yesterday and they are the best. I kinda want to go buy like 5 more pairs. Fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4.  Chill work days - I worked on Sunday for the hell of it and today (although feeling awful), my boss was pretty chill. It's a nice change of pace after ALL of last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5.  Layers - While the people I work with probably think I looked like a bum today, being able to roll into work wearing torn up jeans, boots, shirt, sweater, coat, glove and a hat and wear it all day, is actually enjoy for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;*Disclaimer - I am surprised I came up with 5 things. Surprised it didn't just say Michael 5 times.&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/8643379387500927192-2704411380743279781?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/2704411380743279781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=2704411380743279781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/2704411380743279781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/2704411380743279781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/26-days-of-thanks-day-5.html' title='26 Days of Thanks - Day 5.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-6869891753370914810</id><published>2010-12-05T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:22:03.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Days of Thanks - Day 4 (little late again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1. Medicine - This goes for anything that brings me relief from being sick. Advil is a pretty cool one. My mom and I discussed last night how crazy it is any of this stuff was ever invented. Nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2. Christmas shopping - Okay maybe just the idea of it. I don't have much money, but I am making myself crazy with ideas. It'd be much more fun if I had some more money and some more time to buy/make things, but I know how good this makes me and other people feel. Yay! My favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3. Gluten free bread - I've been on a GF diet for about 8 months. I have lived without any bread that long. Then I finally found a loaf a bread I enjoy. Just a simple sandwich or toast with coffee is seriously exciting. I love it. I want to bake my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4. Hot showers - Seriously might be the greatest thing on earth in the winter. Really could be in one forever if possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5. Dreams - Last night I dreamt about my grandmother and father who have both passed away in the past couple years. I dreamt about my friends Josh and Stoney who passed away, too. Considering I didn't sleep long that's crazy. But I like to think they were visiting to say hi. My dad said he likes Mike and is happy I am happy. My grandmother called him 'youthful', it made me laugh so hard I woke up. &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/8643379387500927192-6869891753370914810?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/6869891753370914810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=6869891753370914810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/6869891753370914810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/6869891753370914810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/27-days-of-thanks-day-4-little-late.html' title='27 Days of Thanks - Day 4 (little late again)'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-6842465914819705338</id><published>2010-12-04T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T10:48:39.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Days of Thanks - Day 3 (a little late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1. Patience - I usually feel like I have none, but I am realizing that maybe I have a lot more than I thought. My friends/family have a lot of patience too, dealing with me and listening to me. I am glad I have so much patience dealing with my boss and life in general. It's getting me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2. Being sober - I am slightly amazed that even with days like yesterday I am not out drinking or taking pills or something. Somewhere my head thinks it'd help, but I really know it wouldn't. I am glad I know the things I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3. Dan/Matt - It is really good to have such good guys in my life that I can talk to on a daily basis. Seriously amazing men that can make me laugh like crazy, that I know truly care and would do anything for me if I needed their help. They have both been in my life so long and it goes without saying how much I appreciate them. Not to mention I'd be there for them both in a heartbeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4. Distance/time - It's nice to get a way from things that have hurt me long enough that I can start to let them go. I am not sure if it's complete forgiveness, but it slowly gets there. Looking back on things and not being filled with total hate is a good feeling. Even remembering good things while looking back is a blessing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5. My bed - Honestly the best thing I ever purchased. Simply put. It is like heaven. &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/8643379387500927192-6842465914819705338?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/6842465914819705338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=6842465914819705338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/6842465914819705338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/6842465914819705338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/28-days-of-thanks-day-3-little-late.html' title='28 Days of Thanks - Day 3 (a little late)'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-1433225559265302916</id><published>2010-12-02T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:35:03.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Days of Thanks - Day 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1. Seeing Mike's face tonight. I have been a nutcase this week and I went to see him and realized I just missed him a whole lot. It was actually one of the nicest feelings I have had in so long. Being cranky/sad and then realizing it's because you miss the man you love. It's great. Seriously great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2. My job - While I tend to have pretty stressful days there, I am so grateful I have money to pay my bills and survive. Hopefully getting a raise soon. Today was a good day. No real work stress. Boss goes on vacation soon, which means I work alone! I love this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3. Music - I had to go to the dentist today, which I wasn't happy about. He listens to classic rock in there and it always calms me down. Been listening to some Xmas music while in the car and then switched over to Fleetwood Mac, it just really shifted me into a great mood. Seriously love music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4. Christmas &amp;amp; the coming weeks - I feel like there is so much coming up in the next few weeks that I am excited about. Both Melissa's will be in town. Josh will be home and done his traveling. Mike is recording. MWY shows coming up. My boss is going on vacation. Christmas!! which means presents and hangouts and parties and love and fun! Not sure what is going on for NYE, but I am excited to actually be with the people I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5. Finding things - Last night I found bags of knee socks, thigh highs, tights and leg warmers. It was like I hit the lottery! I couldn't find them and it was making me crazy! I found my other bag of scarves, hats and gloves! And two of my winter coats. Seriously it was so great. I also found 3 trash bags full of clothes to give to Salvation Army and a TV, a cabinet and a cd rack to give away, too. All because I took the time to clean the spare room out. Good times!&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/8643379387500927192-1433225559265302916?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/1433225559265302916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=1433225559265302916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/1433225559265302916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/1433225559265302916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/29-days-of-thanks-day-2.html' title='29 Days of Thanks - Day 2.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643379387500927192.post-9160133057750738303</id><published>2010-12-01T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:48:04.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Thanks... Day 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So, it's been a while. I don't feel like writing a whole blog, but I made a deal with my friend Lana to do a "30 days of thanks" list. She always comes up with cool challenges for herself and I liked this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;It was a pretty good couple months, followed by a crappy start to the winter. I have been in a mood and feel like I've had a hard time looking at the bright side of things. So the deal is, I will write 5 things, daily, that I am thankful for or happy about in life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1. My family - My mom and Josh, I have no idea how they do it, but they deal with me on a daily basis, better than anyone. My mom is the greatest and I owe her so much and I don't know what I'd do without Josh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2. Michael - He is wonderful and sometimes understands me more than I understand myself. He puts a smile on my face and makes me feel much better about life. He has helped restore a lot of my faith in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3. My friends - It's been a rough week or two and I finally had the chance to catch up with them. I have been missing Melissa and Melissa so much these days. I miss a bunch of friends right now. I hoping I'll have off some during the holidays, so I can see everyone. Plus both of them will be home for Christmas/New Years. So crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4. My boots - I don't like winter too much, but getting to wear my boots every day makes me so happy. I know that might sound corny, but I do have some great boots!! I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5. Photographs - I have been reminiscing a lot lately. Looking at photos of my dad, friends that don't live here, current photos, etc. I absolutely love photography, I love capturing a memory or a moment that I will be able to remember later (chances are with my brain, the photo will come in handy). I miss doing photography and decided to start taking more photos, like I used to. &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/8643379387500927192-9160133057750738303?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/9160133057750738303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=9160133057750738303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/9160133057750738303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/9160133057750738303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/12/30-days-of-thanks-day-1.html' title='30 Days of Thanks... Day 1.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-8488963862320233862</id><published>2010-09-28T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:00:36.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you, I don't need you. And all of that jiving around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So it's been a while since I wrote on here. I am actually in a crappy mood tonight, but I thought maybe writing would help me and hopefully let me take a look at the good stuff that's going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I last wrote about all the health stuff. Long story short, I have Celiac Disease. I haven't had any gluten since June. I never thought I'd get use to it, but I have adjusted quite a bit. It's definitely easier and cheaper to have gluten in my diet, but it's not an option. I am trying new things, feel a bit healthier and have lost weight, so I guess all in all it's good it was figured out. Still haven't gone back to figure out the heart stuff, but I am getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Work has been super crazy and stressful. I have never been relied on more in my life. I think this is what it must feel like to be a mother. The responsibility I have in his life is frightening, but I am glad to know I am good at this. It's very hard and overwhelming, but nice to know that what I am doing is important and appreciated. I just really feel like I need a vacation that I don't think will ever come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I met someone and he is wonderful. I thought about not writing about this because I didn't want to jinx anything, but I guess that is stupid. He treats me better than anyone ever has. It's actually surprising to be with someone who genuinely cares, pays attentions, isn't afraid to express his feelings. It's a healthy relationship is what I guess I am trying to say. He gets me, I get him. We make each other laugh. I was so use to being alone and if you know me, you know much I value being alone, but when I am alone now, I wish we were together. In a way it's really terrifying to be in a relationship that is honest and loving and equal, I haven't had that in a really, really long time, if ever. So yea, it's really nice to be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Melissa Farley moved to Arizona. I have really never been good adjusting to change, but I feel like change has been thrown at me all over the place the past few months. I miss her a lot. I am really happy for her, really worried for her, really don't like being that far apart, but I feel like we'll end up in the same place again, hopefully sooner than later (but I am being selfish). Seeing her off, was pretty hard, but I know she is going to do huge things with her life and maybe Philly isn't the place to help her with that right now. Melissa Culbertson was just home for a week which was really great. I miss her being here. She is coming back for two more trips by the end of the year, which is going to be fun. Both Melissa's should be home for Christmas and New Years, which hopefully will be a blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So September is coming to an end. Thank the lord. What a ridiculous month. So many birthdays, so many anniversaries of losses. It's a heavy month to say the least. Starts of with my dad's birthday, kind of sets the tone for the month. I miss him so much it's crazy. Then a couple birthdays of people I really care about that are still around, which makes me feel a little better. Then the anniversaries of Josh and Stoney's passing, so depressing. I miss them so much. It's actually quite sad that time doesn't really make that easier. Death is so strange to me. Time seems to heal most wounds, just not those. Then it ends with my birthday, which is Thursday. I am going to be 33. I am seriously getting old, it feels so weird. I didn't feel like this turning 32. People keep saying it doesn't matter cause I look like I'm in my early twenties, which is cool, but makes no difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;33, I try to remember where I hoped I'd be, but I don't remember anymore. It doesn't matter, I am where I am and I am still okay. I think that's all that matters. I really feel resilient in a way. I feel like I've been through a lot of hell and hardships in my life and I still walk around with my head on somewhat straight. I have my moments of failure, but it could be so much worse. Just gotta keep moving your feet right? I had a birthday party at Drinkers, which I was a little nervous about, but it turned out really well. Just about all the people I really care about came and had a good time. It's nice to know at this point in life everyone can just get together and be happy and there aren't any hard feelings or any drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe the point of this was to try to count my blessings, because really today was shit. It sucked on all sorts of levels, but I guess despite it all, I am a very lucky girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Xo&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/8643379387500927192-8488963862320233862?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/8488963862320233862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=8488963862320233862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8488963862320233862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8488963862320233862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-you-i-dont-need-you-and-all-of.html' title='I need you, I don&apos;t need you. And all of that jiving around.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-2100419012882696043</id><published>2010-06-26T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:08:11.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Alright Ma, (I'm Only Bleeding)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lot has been going the past few months. I will not touch on all of it, but I'll recap some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The past month has been a medical whirlwind. I have seen 5 doctors since the middle of May. I originally went to see an Internist because I was having heart problems. He did some tests and told me I have Pernicious Anemia. I don't have any B12 in my system, which really is not a good thing. The age range that Pernicious Anemia usually shows up in people is 65-100 years old, so clearly it's odd that I have it. Anyway, the doctor told me the only solution was to get monthly B12 injections for the rest of my life. Crappy, but easy enough right? Wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got my B12 shot. Had an allergic reaction, couple days of hell and doctors, I ended up in the ER for hours. That doctor told me to go to a Hematologist to get my blood studied and find out if the diagnosis was correct and also to see a Cardiologist because of my heart. So I did. They both gave me appointments immediately due to the situation, which was pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I met with a Hematologist, he did a lot of tests and we talked, I was there for hours.  I went back a week later and met with him. He said I have Iron deficient Anemia and Pernicious Anemia (very B12 deficient). He said he wants me to see a GI doctor, but that he is 99% certain I have Celiac Disease. Which would make sense because if you have that and leave it untreated, it can cause the Pernicious Anemia. So my homework is to take certain vitamins and to do a Gluten-free diet until my next appointment in July. He will retest my blood and if it changes, then I have to do that homework everyday for the rest of my life. I shouldn't complain really, Vitamins and no Gluten to feel great and healthy is a fair trade. But so far I am having a hard time with the diet. A few of my friends have Celiac Disease and have given me some pointers. I went food shopping and blew a bunch of money on food that was terrible and I'd easily rather live without it than replace bread, bagels, etc. with it. I am learning, I guess it takes a little time. Plus side is, I really enjoy cooking and baking, so I will certainly get a ton of practice. From what I hear, I will feel better and lose more weight and feel overall much healthier which is nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I went to the Cardiologist, he  is the coolest doctor I think I have ever been to. He ruled. Awesome sense of humor, had me laughing, which was nice. He did a bunch of tests. I was there about 3 hours. He said he thinks I have Tachycardia. My heart skips beats, races, palpitates, etc. My resting heart rate is normally around 120 bpm, which is clearly too high. His exact words for the cause were, "you're fucked up. you're totally imbalanced." Then he laughed. I told him that wasn't the first time I heard that. He said there is some involuntary reason my body is telling my heart that I am in a fight at all times. It's strange. So I have to go back in a week and get two heart tests done. I have to wear a heart monitor for 7 days, 24 hours a day, except to shower, which started two days ago. All in all, it could be worse. After all that is done, I meet with him again to discuss a "game plan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I met with my internist again. He said he agrees with the Hematologist, that I do have Celiac Disease. He yelled at me.. a lot. He said he thinks I am not taking this seriously. That slipping with the diet is not an option, that I need to suck it up and kiss it all goodbye for good. So that's where I am at. Haven't had any gluten since, taking the vitamins, wearing the heart monitor. He also said he doesn't think I am allergic to the B12 injection, that some of his other patients had that happen, too. So he thinks it's something wrong the supplier put in the injection, so he discontinued business with them. Umm that's scary. Wtf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It could be much worse. I am actually really glad to have such smart, nice, funny and thorough doctors. I feel like I am in good hands. I also am feeling okay, which is nice. My hope is it all gets figured out and I can start to feel healthy, like normal people healthy, which has a nice sound to it. It's kind of nice to hear these doctors say how surprised they are I've come this far with feeling like this for so long. They say, it won't kill you right now, but it will make you feel miserable and like crap every day. So at least all of it wasn't in my head. Literally every symptom I have ever had most likely is a result of all of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The symptoms of all the above include: weakness, fatigue (this symptom is due to your body not having enough red blood cells to carry oxygen to its various parts), an upset stomach, nausea, vomiting, heartburn, abdominal bloating, gas, constipation, diarrhea, loss of appetite, and weight loss. Also causes an abnormally rapid heartbeat, palpitations, and/or chest pains. Tingling and numbness in your hands and feet, muscle weakness, and loss of reflexes, unsteadiness, lose your balance, and have trouble walking. A low red blood cell count also can cause shortness of breath; dizziness, especially when standing up; headache; coldness in your hands or feet; pale skin, gums, and nail beds; and chest pain. It also causes anxiety, panic attacks, depression and insomnia. Severe vitamin B12 deficiency can cause neurological problems, such as confusion, dementia, schizophrenia, and memory loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yea, wild stuff! I am a lucky girl, it could all be worse. I have a great family and great friends and a great job. I have been working my ass off. Which probably sounds weird with all this stuff, but it's true. I worked all last weekend too, so I am really looking forward to having this weekend free. I have more responsibility at work than I think I have ever had in my life. Without sharing too many details, my boss has a health condition that is degenerative. I have become a huge roll in all of his affairs and it's all very complicated, but it's strange having the responsibility I do for someone who isn't my family. i do care about him like he is though. I feel like I was put in this position for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Overall, I am feeling pretty good, life is good. I really only wrote this so I don't have to explain it to everyone. So much more going on, but don't want to get into it right now. World cup is on. Peace.&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/8643379387500927192-2100419012882696043?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/2100419012882696043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=2100419012882696043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/2100419012882696043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/2100419012882696043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-alright-im-only-bleeding.html' title='It&apos;s Alright Ma, (I&apos;m Only Bleeding)'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-8776294541992689947</id><published>2010-03-27T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:54:33.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was young, I'd flee this town. I'd bury my dreams underground.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;What a strange couple weeks. Life is good. It's weird. It's confusing. Always throwing curve balls. Life is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So it was really nice out for like a week, so beautiful, then was raining, then got colder, but all in all spring is here, hopefully it just gets better. I am excited. I love when the sun is out. I spend more time outside, spend more time with people. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I have been working so much, went in early and left late every day this week. All with the thought that I have next week off, but I still don't know what the deal is with that. Surely not a whole week off, but hopefully a few days. I am very excited about that. The break, even if it's small, will be nice to have. Work has been going well though. I really love my job when I am there alone. Get to listen to music, talk to a few friends and get 20 times more work done. It's funny how much more productive I feel when music is playing. It's so true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I have been going out more lately, this is why spring is great. Breaking free from my hibernation. I needed it though. The winter was a rough one, but it served it's purpose. I have been talking to more people, peeking out of my shell a little more, taking some risks. Some days are real good, some days aren't. That is life, right? I spent a lot of time trying to change my life and the things I use to do. Cut people out and do things differently. I think I ultimately achieved what I was originally shooting for back then, but funny thing is, years later, I don't feel much different. I still care, I still do a lot of the same stuff, still talk to the same people, still worry just as much. I guess we all change, but we all stay the same. I get in less trouble, but my decision making still takes a shit sometimes. It's good to see friends growing and learning, and makes me worry when they stop. I feel lucky to have the people in my life that I do. I just hope my gut is wrong. I am not ready for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;This past week has been so busy, lots to do, lots of work, lots of seeing friends. Had some funny and interesting conversations about relationships, dating, marriage, cheating, ex's, new prospects, trusting people, monogamy, etc. I love that everyone has different opinions. Some stuff we all agree on, some stuff none of us do. I love how it's all based on what we've went through or what our current situations are. Seems like a lot of people I know in marriages aren't very happy. My longest relationship was about 8 years. I wonder if it's just that people change. I personally think they just get bored and want to see what else is out there. Monogamy sometimes seems like such a foreign idea, something society has made us feel is necessary. I don't mean that in the sense that I think people should cheat, just think it's not so surprising when people want something else. Man does it suck when it's the person you're with though. It's funny how when you're in love and in a serious relationship, you feel like nothing could harm that, like you are two are unstoppable, like the loyalty is endless. I wonder if it's all really an illusion. I wonder if it really does stay that way. My parents were married 39 years when my dad passed away, they stayed together. I just see so many people who don't. Or realistically shouldn't, considering how unhappy they are. I don't say this stuff from a bitter place, just what I see in life. A couple friends of mine seem to think that the way to make it last, that unstoppable bond, is to have open marriages, be swingers, stuff like that. I have no idea. It's funny when I think about it. Right now I like having no ties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Had a conversation last night about what it's like when you meet someone and they are in a relationship, an unhappy one at that. And it feels like you have all these sparks, but the person is 'taken'. It feels unfair. It makes me wonder what life would really be like if there wasn't this ownership to the people you are with. I guess that's what dating is, huh. It's weird. I am just happy to be spending time with friends and getting to know some people, reconnect with others. Eh, enough writing.  I'm over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Ever hide something important and not be able to find it again? This is killing me.&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/8643379387500927192-8776294541992689947?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/8776294541992689947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=8776294541992689947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8776294541992689947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8776294541992689947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-was-young-id-flee-this-town-id.html' title='If I was young, I&apos;d flee this town. I&apos;d bury my dreams underground.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-8731704694091330052</id><published>2010-02-14T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:00:44.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't I know you better than the rest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Ah good old Valentine's Day. Did I ever mention how much I don't care for it? I came back from a meeting tonight to my mom watching 'Casablanca'. She said, "Is this on for Valentine's Day? Why do they always show tragic love stories? Or are all love stories tragic?" I said, "If it were up to me, they'd show movies like 'Misery' for Valentine's Day." She laughed and said, "Because love to you is like breaking legs?" My mom is funny. It made me laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So what a crazy couple weeks it's been. Tons and tons of snow. I don't care for snow really. I mean I think it's very pretty when it's falling, but having a few feet of it to shovel and snow you in, is a bit of a bummer. However, on the positive side of it, it has really slowed me down, which may be what I needed. So, yea this winter has brought on some winter blues, some time to try to work through my head. I think I'll feel a little better when spring comes. I miss the sun. I miss being able to just go outside and hang. All in good time, right? I think the winter is just giving me the time I need to focus, and to do what I need to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I've been thinking a lot about the decisions I have made, thinking about how I treat people and the things I have done. Sometimes I wonder if karma exists. I wonder if I have gone partially insane at moments in the past. I have lived a strange life. I enjoy it for what it is, I am grateful all of what has happened in my life, did happen. I mean it's made me who I am. I went to see Murder City Devils the other night. What a fantastic show. Probably one of the better shows I've seen in years, one of the better nights I've had in a long time, too. Saw some old friends after, it was a good time, lots of laughing. I think that got this mental ball rolling. Either way, it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;A lot of people close to me are going through some heavy times. They all seem to be relationship related, some past, some current. I feel lucky to have good friends and to be reconnected with a few that had slipped away. I am proud of them that they are working through their troubles. I am glad I can help when I can. I am glad I have them to turn to, too. I was talking to a friend tonight about falling for people and what it is we like in them. He said he likes tragic girls. I've been there. What is it that makes us fall for tragic things? Is it that it makes us feel more needed? Like we can fix whatever the problem is, because I promise you we can't. A good friend of mine is in the beginning of a new relationship, finding all they've wanted in a partner. Someone sweet and caring and attentive. It cracks me up how we all have our tastes, how different some of us are. Another friend tonight, said to me, that he for the first time is alone, without feeling lonely. I said that is a blessing. I have experienced that in the past. It's actually a really nice feeling. Being alone and feeling lonely is when it sucks the most. That I know. We were talking about fear, and how badly it ruins us all. I think I have gotten good control on my anger, on my resentments, but fear, man oh man, fear is a bastard. Just gotta keep working on it I guess. Anyway, enough of this. It just feels good to have some connections again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Can not stop listening to the new beach house since it came out. Too good. &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/8643379387500927192-8731704694091330052?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/8731704694091330052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=8731704694091330052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8731704694091330052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8731704694091330052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-i-know-you-better-than-rest.html' title='Don&apos;t I know you better than the rest...'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-144915262156568194</id><published>2008-12-25T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:12:28.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas Daddy. I miss you more than I can say. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643379387500927192-144915262156568194?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/144915262156568194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=144915262156568194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/144915262156568194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/144915262156568194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-9018429408024489152</id><published>2008-12-10T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:47:29.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I woke up from a dream this morning about my father. He decided he wanted to fly again, so I took him to this mini airport and he flew this teeny tiny plane. He had a helmet on with an american flag on it and had a camera hooked to the front. I was up in the air floating watching him fly. He flipped the plane over and flew upside down with his hair flapping in the wind. Kind of like snoopy. It was amazing, it made me really happy. Basically the plane was a go-kart with wings. It ruled. Then we hung out a bit and I woke up. I love seeing him. And seeing him happy is the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643379387500927192-9018429408024489152?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/9018429408024489152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=9018429408024489152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/9018429408024489152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/9018429408024489152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2008/12/fly-away.html' title='Fly away.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-7917158550785408542</id><published>2008-11-25T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:05:59.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming.</title><content type='html'>So I had a dream this last night that I was in Italy with Melissa Culbertson. I was in the middle of talking to an old friend, when Melissa came up to me and said, "Jenni I just saw your grandfather and he wants to see you." I said, "Oh awesome! Take me to him, I want to see him now." We walked through the streets of Italy (which was beautiful by the way) and ended up at this really old church. I ran into a friend I hadn't seen in years and got into a small talk. I said, "I have to go now, I am about to see my grandfather whom I haven't seen since 1985." (Ps that is the year he died in real life) I turned around and the doors to the church opened. My grandfather came out, looking exactly as the last time I saw him. Extremely handsome, a clean cut Italian man. He jumped down the steps and started doing this silly dance of excitement, ran over to me and picked me up in his arms kissing me on the cheek and dancing in circles. We were both so happy and then I said to myself... "wait how is this possible, he's dead." Then I stopped and looked up at him and it was my dad. I started balling my eyes out and hugging him. He said, "I miss you. I miss my baby." I couldn't stop crying, it went into sobbing and squeezing him, saying "Daddy please don't go! I miss you so much!" He said, "I do too sweety, I love you so much." I told him I loved him, too. He started sobbing as we embraced so tight and BAM I woke up. I woke up balling my damn eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... here we have it. These dreams really screw me up. Although as much as they make me sad the rest of the day, it's worth it to see him. But here's the question. Do any of you believe it's real? And that he came to see me in my dream? Or do you just think it's my mind going through it's stupid grief. Be honest. Oh and if you tell me it's just a dream and grief, the next time I see you I may punch you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643379387500927192-7917158550785408542?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/7917158550785408542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=7917158550785408542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/7917158550785408542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/7917158550785408542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreaming.html' title='dreaming.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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-8643379387500927192.post-8136054326131307770</id><published>2008-11-17T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:11:30.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 40th Anniversary Mom and Dad.</title><content type='html'>Today is my parents 40th wedding anniversary. I wish my dad was alive to see it, but I know he does, I know he's with my mom right now in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 years. I haven't even been alive that long and that's how long my parents were married (just shy of), let alone they dated for 2 years prior. I am in awe of the commitment they shared. My mom spoke a little of it tonight. To sum some of it up, this is her take on marriage and how they lasted that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only way I see marriage working and the way our marriage lasted was this, it has to be two people who are completely committed to the union of forever. There has to be a constant consideration of each other and the commitment they made. It can't have one person who is offensive to the other or to their commitment to each other. Sure there are rough times, but it is very important for both people involved to be moving towards that goal of 'forever' together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoke more about it, but I kind of want to keep that for myself (and Josh). I have been blessed in life, being raised by parents who actually stayed together. I know I am lucky to have that. I wish everyone did. I like the idea of moving towards forever together. I miss my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to forever. Happy 40th Anniversary Mom and Dad. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SSJAID4uqKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nSeHqRXkrfA/s1600-h/momdad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SSJAID4uqKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nSeHqRXkrfA/s200/momdad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269845021203277986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SSJAHtHNB9I/AAAAAAAAANs/8tcuQAOut4g/s1600-h/momdad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SSJAHtHNB9I/AAAAAAAAANs/8tcuQAOut4g/s200/momdad3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269845015089973202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SSJAHbAx5PI/AAAAAAAAANk/lMNur1YGx34/s1600-h/momdad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SSJAHbAx5PI/AAAAAAAAANk/lMNur1YGx34/s200/momdad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269845010231190770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643379387500927192-8136054326131307770?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/8136054326131307770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=8136054326131307770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8136054326131307770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8136054326131307770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-40th-anniversary-mom-and-dad.html' title='Happy 40th Anniversary Mom and Dad.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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/_z83lVcLUAYw/SSJAID4uqKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nSeHqRXkrfA/s72-c/momdad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643379387500927192.post-8389580490232805492</id><published>2008-11-14T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:34:25.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.............</title><content type='html'>i miss my dad and it sucks. it really fucking sucks and my heart hurts a lot tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SR5CJ-EUAOI/AAAAAAAAANc/XXyXpL5f480/s1600-h/medad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SR5CJ-EUAOI/AAAAAAAAANc/XXyXpL5f480/s200/medad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268721353117401314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643379387500927192-8389580490232805492?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/8389580490232805492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=8389580490232805492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8389580490232805492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/8389580490232805492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='.............'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SR5CJ-EUAOI/AAAAAAAAANc/XXyXpL5f480/s72-c/medad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643379387500927192.post-3965013621228285941</id><published>2008-10-23T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:07:05.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Came home to a dead squirrel...</title><content type='html'>So I came home from work tonight, after a long day, bad headache, food shopping. I put the food away. Went in the basement to get my clothes out of the dryer from the night before. At the bottom of the steps, I stopped and stared at the heater. I had to get closer. What did I see? That's right, a dead squirrel. I looked at it for a good 2 minutes before screaming up to my Mom to come down the basement. She came down, screamed, stared and ran away. It was hilarious. So we decided there was no way around it, no men around, we had to get rid of it ourselves. I got a plastic bag from swiss farms and a broom. Right before we did it, my Mom told me to get my camera and take a picture for Josh. So we had a photo shoot with the dead squirrel. Even holding up a tea cooler bottle to demonstrate the size. I held one end of the bag, she held the other and we brushed the dead animal into the bag, as that happened, something rolled off. I thought it was his head. I screamed, cried in hysterical laughter and almost peed. Turns out it was a dead bird. WTF. I guess the squirrel caught him outside? Who knows. Just adding to the freaking weirdness. It felt like a David Lynch movie. After I stopped laughing I took the dead duo to the sewer. I know, gross, but what the hell was I supposed to do? Don't answer that. Laugh with me. I know my Dad is probably up in Heaven with my Grandfather pissing himself laughing at us. That if anything, makes me very happy. Enjoy the flics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SQE7rmKHU8I/AAAAAAAAACM/bpqq2ulb_KE/s1600-h/squirrel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SQE7rmKHU8I/AAAAAAAAACM/bpqq2ulb_KE/s200/squirrel1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260551459908834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SQE7oMB7rhI/AAAAAAAAACE/-8J8wgMqUy8/s1600-h/squirrel7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SQE7oMB7rhI/AAAAAAAAACE/-8J8wgMqUy8/s200/squirrel7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260551401355587090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SQE7kG8nDLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GNmAX3Qv6R8/s1600-h/squirrel4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SQE7kG8nDLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GNmAX3Qv6R8/s200/squirrel4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260551331271609522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SQE6NfRTTzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EiayoT-zLhw/s1600-h/squirrel5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z83lVcLUAYw/SQE6NfRTTzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EiayoT-zLhw/s200/squirrel5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260549843152228146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643379387500927192-3965013621228285941?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/3965013621228285941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=3965013621228285941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/3965013621228285941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/3965013621228285941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2008/10/came-home-to-dead-squirrel.html' title='Came home to a dead squirrel...'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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/_z83lVcLUAYw/SQE7rmKHU8I/AAAAAAAAACM/bpqq2ulb_KE/s72-c/squirrel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643379387500927192.post-7838685255766287571</id><published>2008-07-30T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:05:33.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my papa.</title><content type='html'>I decided to write on here for a change. I miss writing a lot, I use to do it all the time. I think it's really healthy for me to have an outlet through my words. Hopefully this doesn't get too livejournal for all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past year of my life has had the most change I have ever experienced. It has been a hard one. Filled with many difficult and heart breaking times. However, it has also proved to be filled with the most happy of them, too. Strange how that works huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks 6 months since my father passed away. Wow. Has it really been 6 months? That makes me feel very, very weird. I guess it doesn't feel that long to me. I miss him more than I thought I could ever miss anyone. It aches. I look at his photos in my room and sometimes I start to laugh, thinking of how great and funny he was. He really was my best friend. Sometimes I look at the photos and get extremely overwhelmed. This feeling that overcomes my body, mind and soul of complete despair. I don't know, maybe that sounds too melodramatic for all of you, but it's totally true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a person of faith, strong faith in God, I find it strange to be so depressed by loss at times. I think to myself, that I should be so happy that my daddy is with God, that he is not suffering, that he is 'in a better place'. The thing is, I do think all of that, but it doesn't soften the pain for some reason. When I get confused by this, I come to realize, I am just human. I am a daughter who misses her Dad, so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Andrea passed away almost 4 weeks ago. The loss of this friend has broken my heart and taken a toll as well. I suppose in away it brought up a lot of stuff about losing my father that I haven't dealt with yet. Although they had different types of cancer, they had a lot of the same symptoms, were on the same medicines towards then end, had some of the same growths. Cancer is a mean horrible thing and I don't wish it on anyone, ever. It steals away the people I care about, and most likely the ones you care about, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the darkness, it's just something I am trying to work through. Grief is something that I have been going through, but is still foreign to me. I have lost a lot of people in this life. I guess just never anyone as close to me as my father. Every new emotion or thought creeps in and at times I have no idea that this is what grieving is. Sometimes it takes someone pointing it out. If any of you have some experience with this, please feel open to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643379387500927192-7838685255766287571?l=jenibender.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/feeds/7838685255766287571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8643379387500927192&amp;postID=7838685255766287571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/7838685255766287571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643379387500927192/posts/default/7838685255766287571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenibender.blogspot.com/2008/07/missing-my-papa.html' title='Missing my papa.'/><author><name>jenibender</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13277167601249531299</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>
