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Obama'/><category term='coupons'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='California'/><category term='games'/><category term='goals'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='infidelity'/><category term='groceries'/><category term='Mourning'/><category term='blog'/><category term='television'/><category term='companies'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='kindle'/><category term='grass'/><category term='parents'/><category term='Joan Rivers'/><category term='food'/><category term='Kentucky Derby'/><category term='customer loyalty'/><category term='hats'/><category term='failure'/><category term='progress'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='Coraline'/><title type='text'>TheTinyJEWELBox</title><subtitle type='html'>"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do." -Walter Bagehot</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4412711953126920166</id><published>2010-10-28T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T08:35:33.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair vs. Chemo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/TMltkiDlHJI/AAAAAAAABc4/O3ILBTXdHW8/s1600/bald-woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/TMltkiDlHJI/AAAAAAAABc4/O3ILBTXdHW8/s320/bald-woman.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's back!&amp;nbsp; After months of silence, a story on Good Morning America prompted me into returning.&amp;nbsp; It was about women who have cancer.&amp;nbsp; Some are opting out of chemotherapy treatments, because they don't want to lose their hair.&amp;nbsp; The story went on to talk about some new&amp;nbsp;technology&amp;nbsp;that decreases the chances of hair loss.&amp;nbsp; But honestly, they lost me way before that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's examine this--I get a&amp;nbsp;cancer diagnosis and the doctor recommends chemotherapy as part of the treatment process.&amp;nbsp; My first thought is my hair?&amp;nbsp; And then I flat out refuse chemo?&amp;nbsp; Seriously?&amp;nbsp; Are we that vain as a society?&amp;nbsp; Can I get a&amp;nbsp;rousing rendition of India Arie's "I Am NOT My Hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZH6lKxA_q0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZH6lKxA_q0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tell me the truth.&amp;nbsp; Would you refuse chemo because you might lose your hair?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4412711953126920166?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4412711953126920166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/hair-vs-chemo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4412711953126920166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4412711953126920166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/10/hair-vs-chemo.html' title='Hair vs. Chemo'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/TMltkiDlHJI/AAAAAAAABc4/O3ILBTXdHW8/s72-c/bald-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4011312864206962605</id><published>2010-03-16T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:50:49.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Road Trip!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S6An_4GE9hI/AAAAAAAABcg/kfFZkh-zJoA/s1600-h/road-trip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S6An_4GE9hI/AAAAAAAABcg/kfFZkh-zJoA/s320/road-trip.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, everyone knows that since Dear Daughter got accepted to both her first and second choice colleges, we've been trying to help her decide which to attend.&amp;nbsp; Either Clemson University in South Carolina or Drexel University in Philadelphia.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought it best to visit each, and maybe one or the other would stand out.&amp;nbsp; But when I started planning the trips, it was chaos.&amp;nbsp; Planes,&amp;nbsp; rental cars, hotels, etc. etc.&amp;nbsp; I was so not looking forward to either trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, thanks to Chevrolet, I'm actually looking forward to it now.&amp;nbsp; We will be undertaking a&amp;nbsp;8 day road trip that encompasses both University visits.&amp;nbsp; And we'll be riding in style--a 2010 Chevy Tahoe!!&amp;nbsp; This will happen in just a few weeks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll even&amp;nbsp;get to stop and meet some of you!&amp;nbsp; Details to come...&amp;nbsp; And of course, I'll keep you updated on our progress, through blog posts, videos, tweets, and photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chevy for sponsoring our trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4011312864206962605?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4011312864206962605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4011312864206962605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4011312864206962605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S6An_4GE9hI/AAAAAAAABcg/kfFZkh-zJoA/s72-c/road-trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2219296225828799857</id><published>2010-03-15T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:42:39.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ'/><title type='text'>I'm Lashing Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S55A1H5zeXI/AAAAAAAABcY/YbwgX5Lgads/s1600-h/shuumera430_tokyo_lashes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S55A1H5zeXI/AAAAAAAABcY/YbwgX5Lgads/s320/shuumera430_tokyo_lashes.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's anyone's fault, I'd say it's my friend, Mikaela's fault.&amp;nbsp; You see, she's a lash expert.&amp;nbsp; I mean like--really, a LASH EXPERT.&amp;nbsp; This is what she does for a living.&amp;nbsp; She does lashes.&amp;nbsp;For celebrities.&amp;nbsp; An expert.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A lash stylist and trainer. Really.&amp;nbsp;And everytime I speak to her, she says, "Jewel, let me know when you are ready for some lashes and I'll do them for you."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But anyhow, she posted some pictures on her Facebook page for her business--&lt;a href="http://www.ladylash.com/"&gt;LadyLash Studios&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Pictures of her work.&amp;nbsp; Gorgeous pictures.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've NEVER ever EVER wanted to enhance my eyelashes.&amp;nbsp; But, these were gorgeous pictures.&amp;nbsp; I saw them Saturday night.&amp;nbsp; Just before I went to bed.&amp;nbsp; Maybe, because I lost an hour, the images stuck with me.&amp;nbsp; Maybe.&amp;nbsp; But anyhow, I had a fancy event to go to yesterday.&amp;nbsp; But my eye liner pencil needed sharpening and eye lining is probably my strength in the makeup application arena.&amp;nbsp; And even that took me 30 years.&amp;nbsp; But anyhow, I went to Target to get a sharpener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right next to the sharpeners were some fake lashes.&amp;nbsp; Hmmmmmm.&amp;nbsp; AND they were ONLY $2.&amp;nbsp; DON'T JUDGE ME. So, what the heck, I can have that gorgeous LadyLash look for only $2.&amp;nbsp; Now why this made sense to me, I have no idea.&amp;nbsp; And the package said "Glamour Eyelashes--Ready to Wear--Self Adhesive."&amp;nbsp; I'm sold.&amp;nbsp; Fine.&amp;nbsp; I'm in.&amp;nbsp; Let's do it.&amp;nbsp; Well,&amp;nbsp; I got home and propped my mirror up on my desk.&amp;nbsp; Wait, did I mention that I had to be "out the door" in 15 mins.&amp;nbsp; Well, anyhow, I peeled the lashes from the packages.&amp;nbsp; They were even nice enough to mark them "right" and "left."&amp;nbsp; How helpful is that??? So far, I'm doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Apply X brand EYELASHES as close to the base of your own natural lashes as possible.&amp;nbsp; Avoid inside corner of your eye.&amp;nbsp; Press down to adhere.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Simple enough, right?&amp;nbsp; Well in my efforts to avoid the inside corner of my eye, I ended up with the lash starting midways my eyelid and extending out to&amp;nbsp;my hairline area.&amp;nbsp; So, I took it off and started again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This time was worse--it was up near my brow and everytime i got the left side of the lash stuck down..the right side would pop up and when I got the right side down, the left sprung up.&amp;nbsp; Superglue briefly crossed my mind, but I fought that thought off--only because I didn't have time to run back to Target and get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time ran out.&amp;nbsp; As per the instructions, I carefully returned my lashes to the package for future use.&amp;nbsp; But actually, I'm going to call Mikaela.&amp;nbsp; She's the expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2219296225828799857?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2219296225828799857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-lashing-out.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2219296225828799857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2219296225828799857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-lashing-out.html' title='I&apos;m Lashing Out!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S55A1H5zeXI/AAAAAAAABcY/YbwgX5Lgads/s72-c/shuumera430_tokyo_lashes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-5585049993235946628</id><published>2010-03-10T06:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:25:35.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>ESCADA Marine Groove Fragrance Giveaway!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S5eA5OMmdKI/AAAAAAAABcQ/FZw82Cd0iao/s1600-h/Escada+Marine+Groove.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S5eA5OMmdKI/AAAAAAAABcQ/FZw82Cd0iao/s320/Escada+Marine+Groove.png" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, ESCADA has a new fragrance, called Marine Groove.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This will be number 18 in ESCADA's fragrance line and it conjures the lavish lifestyle of glamorous party-goers with a sense of adventure.&amp;nbsp; So what better place to launch it than Miami?&amp;nbsp; And what better person to introduce it than&amp;nbsp;actress, model, and multi-platinum recording artist, Mya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's going down this weekend--a 2 day event, beginning with an exclusive evening of dancing and libations on Saturday at the hotspot LIV.&amp;nbsp; Then on Sunday, the celebration continues with a 3 hour chartered yacht party.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I'll be front and center on that one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So exactly what, my pretties, does this have to do with you?&amp;nbsp; Well, one of my lucky readers will&amp;nbsp;score 2 tickets to the yacht party that leave from Bayside Marketplace in Miami at noon on Sunday, March 14th.&amp;nbsp; The party includes an open bar, a dj, and several floors of fun!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;All you have to do is leave a comment below telling what you think of this contest, one per person.&amp;nbsp; You can get ONE additional entry by tweeting about this giveaway.&amp;nbsp; You can score ONE additional entry by blogging about this giveaway and linking back to this post.&amp;nbsp; Should you tweet or blog, you MUST leave an additional comment saying that you did.&amp;nbsp; ONE additional comment for tweeting and ONE for a blog post.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You have from now until 5pm on Friday to get in on this.&amp;nbsp; At 5:30pm on Friday, the winner will be randomly chosen, using a random number generator.&amp;nbsp; Winner will be notified and must confirm within 24 hours or another winner will be randomly chosen.&amp;nbsp; There is NO ground or air transportation included in this giveway.&amp;nbsp; Winner must be able to reach the Bayside Marketplace for yacht boarding by 11:45am this Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Hit me up with questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-5585049993235946628?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5585049993235946628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/escada-marine-groove-fragrance-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5585049993235946628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5585049993235946628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/escada-marine-groove-fragrance-giveaway.html' title='ESCADA Marine Groove Fragrance Giveaway!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S5eA5OMmdKI/AAAAAAAABcQ/FZw82Cd0iao/s72-c/Escada+Marine+Groove.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-5490050958693569150</id><published>2010-03-05T12:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:48:07.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><title type='text'>March Comes in Like a Lion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S5FB4tEw6KI/AAAAAAAABcA/0qKGbcYTwTY/s1600-h/collegeacceptance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445205866895698082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S5FB4tEw6KI/AAAAAAAABcA/0qKGbcYTwTY/s320/collegeacceptance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the week, so far--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday--Day 2 of Daughter's Birthday--most of you know that she's a leap year baby. So on those years that she doesn't have a birthday, she claims both Feb 28 AND March 1 as her birthday. She stretches it over 2 days. So Day 2 bought more birthday cards, cake and cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday--She gets an acceptance letter from her first choice in colleges--Drexel University in Philadelphia. She's over the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday--TheTinyJEWELBox is named Best Personal Blog in the Sun Sentinel Best of Blogs contest. I was over the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday--She gets an acceptance letter from her second choice in colleges--Clemson University in South Carolina. We're both over the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today--I'm sitting outside waiting on the postman. I'm hoping that I win the Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes and continue the winning streak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening in your house this week? Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-5490050958693569150?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5490050958693569150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-week.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5490050958693569150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5490050958693569150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-week.html' title='March Comes in Like a Lion!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S5FB4tEw6KI/AAAAAAAABcA/0qKGbcYTwTY/s72-c/collegeacceptance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-3471818857338380417</id><published>2010-03-04T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:24:57.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><title type='text'>And the Winner Is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S4_BkrJYeLI/AAAAAAAABbw/SRW6ptL6Aco/s1600-h/winner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444783310315747506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S4_BkrJYeLI/AAAAAAAABbw/SRW6ptL6Aco/s320/winner.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes!!!!  Last night, at Yolo Restaurant in Fort Lauderdale, TheTinyJEWELBox was named Best Personal Blog in South Florida.  As many as you know, The South Florida Sun Sentinel held this contest, and the winner was determined by votes.  It was an amazing feeling to be with so many big names in the South Florida blogosphere and hear all the hoots and whistles when my name was called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who voted.  I HEART YOU!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-3471818857338380417?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3471818857338380417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3471818857338380417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3471818857338380417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner Is..'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S4_BkrJYeLI/AAAAAAAABbw/SRW6ptL6Aco/s72-c/winner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2970654409437278346</id><published>2010-02-23T07:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:28:14.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Granny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Pancake Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S4PGJomFNuI/AAAAAAAABbQ/nIjOqMFPZs4/s1600-h/bircher_pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441410643611956962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S4PGJomFNuI/AAAAAAAABbQ/nIjOqMFPZs4/s320/bircher_pancakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, I've heard that one Tuesday of the year (Today), IHOP gives a short stack of pancakes to anyone that enters. They've been doing it since 2006. The idea is that they will give you the pancakes, with hopes that you will make a donation to The Childrens Miracle Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While IHOP has been doing it only a few years, my Granny celebrated Pancake Day on Shrove Tuesday from as far back as I can remember. She would start mentioning it weeks in advance--Shrove Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday. It would start a frenzy of questions, since children have a warped since of time. Telling us "next week" may as well have been telling us "next year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when Pancake Day would arrive, she would make pancakes by the thousand--well that's what it seemed. She would have many different bottles of syrup--Granny always made you feel like you had choices. We would eat pancakes for hours. Fun times. Sharing a meal with multiple generations of extended family and friends. Such memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will think of her often today. What I wouldn't give to see her just once more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm still in first place in the Sun Sentinel's Best of Blogs contest.  If you haven't voted today, here's the &lt;a href="http://www.sun-sentinel2.com/community/ssblogcontest/voting/?vote_for=241#241"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.  Also, the Awards Ceremony is next Wednesday night.  They ask that nominees bring family and friends to support them.  If you are interested in attending, here's that &lt;a href="http://bobawards.eventbrite.com/"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2970654409437278346?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2970654409437278346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/pancake-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2970654409437278346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2970654409437278346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/pancake-day.html' title='Pancake Day!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S4PGJomFNuI/AAAAAAAABbQ/nIjOqMFPZs4/s72-c/bircher_pancakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-6425648968951127636</id><published>2010-02-20T09:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:51:01.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Taking a Ride on the Wild Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S3_zeASRWLI/AAAAAAAABbI/sZtj0enCtvk/s1600-h/ostrich-at-lion-country.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440334571685107890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S3_zeASRWLI/AAAAAAAABbI/sZtj0enCtvk/s320/ostrich-at-lion-country.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember that &lt;a href="http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/disney-interactive-studios.html"&gt;really cool Disney Interactive event for bloggers that I went to&lt;/a&gt;? Well, the same folks that put it together have contacted me again for another cool event. This time I'll be "Taking a Ride on the Wild Side with Chevy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chevy has partnered with Lion Country Safari to reach out to bloggers. They will furnish a new Chevy for my family to take a 90 minute trip through Lion Country Safari. This is a cool way to take a test drive, huh? They are even providing Panera Bread boxed lunches for the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will all happen next Friday, so look for my post about it next weekend. My husband and kids are excited. I am too--I haven't been to Lion Country Safari since I was a kid. I'll be sure to take plenty of pictures and videos to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-6425648968951127636?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6425648968951127636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/taking-ride-on-wild-side.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6425648968951127636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6425648968951127636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/taking-ride-on-wild-side.html' title='Taking a Ride on the Wild Side'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S3_zeASRWLI/AAAAAAAABbI/sZtj0enCtvk/s72-c/ostrich-at-lion-country.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-3325739763292545825</id><published>2010-02-19T09:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:44:15.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>Notes on a Scandal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S36fhKAU_7I/AAAAAAAABbA/Olz4iRi0EJQ/s1600-h/sorry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439960791880368050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S36fhKAU_7I/AAAAAAAABbA/Olz4iRi0EJQ/s320/sorry1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The world is abuzz with anticipation this morning. They are anxiously awaiting Tiger Woods to read a prepared statement and head back to rehab. We are full of questions--Will the wife show up? Is Tiger golfing next week? Will he apologize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who won't be glued to the screen? Am I the only one who doesn't care in the least about his statement? Let's put this thing into perspective--Tiger didn't cheat on US. Tiger didn't cheat WITH us. Therefore, Tiger doesn't owe US anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to have a weird sense of entitlement when it comes to celebrities. We think that we should be privy to every detail of their lives. Why? Why? Tiger is an athlete. We watch him on television. We may choose to see him golf in person. But, after the clubs are put away, what more does he owe us? What does his offense have to do with golf? What part of it affected his fans? Why is he not entitled to a personal life? Is anyone available to take me to lunch at 11am est today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, don't forget to vote for me in the Sun Sentinel's Best of Blogs awards. I'm currently in second place in the Personal category. Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.sun-sentinel2.com/community/ssblogcontest/voting/?vote_for=241#241"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. You can vote once per day until March 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-3325739763292545825?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3325739763292545825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/notes-on-scandal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3325739763292545825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3325739763292545825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/notes-on-scandal.html' title='Notes on a Scandal'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S36fhKAU_7I/AAAAAAAABbA/Olz4iRi0EJQ/s72-c/sorry1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-6717134653832795604</id><published>2010-02-16T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:36:48.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><title type='text'>Best of Blogs Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S3sOv8QJn1I/AAAAAAAABa4/eI2vIwMJKFs/s1600-h/bob-logo-vert.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438957191770513234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S3sOv8QJn1I/AAAAAAAABa4/eI2vIwMJKFs/s320/bob-logo-vert.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes!!! I've been nominated again for an award.  This time, it's the Sun Sentinel BOB awards.  You can vote once daily for TheTinyJEWELBox until March 1st.  I'm so honored to be nominated and the competition is stiff!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put a banner to make voting easier, but you have to register on the Sun Sentinel's site.  Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.sun-sentinel2.com/community/ssblogcontest/voting/?vote_for=241#241"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;to vote directly.  TheTinyJEWELBox is in the Personal category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-6717134653832795604?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6717134653832795604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-of-blogs-award.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6717134653832795604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6717134653832795604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-of-blogs-award.html' title='Best of Blogs Award'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S3sOv8QJn1I/AAAAAAAABa4/eI2vIwMJKFs/s72-c/bob-logo-vert.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7009689458959205261</id><published>2010-02-08T08:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:00:27.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S3ALnXaIx1I/AAAAAAAABag/gt-of6HIUqw/s1600-h/red-carpet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435857521162635090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S3ALnXaIx1I/AAAAAAAABag/gt-of6HIUqw/s320/red-carpet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The past couple weeks have been a blur.  What an experience!  I've done more in the past week than I thought was humanly possible.  I've also learned a few lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't do well on just a few hours sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm quite good at elbowing for position on red carpets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you haven't eaten in 12 hours, Chile Limon Flavored Cheetos taste amazing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stilettos are over rated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$55 for Friday night parking on South Beach doesn't include valet--only park and lock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cj Jeans by Cookie Johnson are my new favorite thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super Bowl Week swag is the same as anytime else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interstate 95 Road Rangers really do exist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your car really won't run out of gas when the "miles to empty" meter reaches 0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kim Kardashian really is gorgeous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prescriptives 24 Hour Longwear Mascara will last for 26 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a $10mill home on Miami Beach will only get you 8 bedrooms and 10 baths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wendy's Bacon &amp;amp; Blue burger is my next new favorite thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always have an extra SD card on hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all that I can think of now.  What did you learn this week?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7009689458959205261?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7009689458959205261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/lessons-learned.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7009689458959205261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7009689458959205261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/02/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S3ALnXaIx1I/AAAAAAAABag/gt-of6HIUqw/s72-c/red-carpet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-5938981695218035174</id><published>2010-01-31T07:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:08:30.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Eye Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S2V7P-nsfsI/AAAAAAAABaQ/kr-TMMOCHUQ/s1600-h/tim_tebow_(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432884039930117826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S2V7P-nsfsI/AAAAAAAABaQ/kr-TMMOCHUQ/s320/tim_tebow_(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you know this guy? This is the recently graduated quarterback of the University of Florida football team. His name is Tim Tebow. However, this is NOT a post about football, but rather about eye black, religious beliefs, and constitutional freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he chose to play football each week with a Scripture written in his eye black. And a lot of folks got angry. Apparently, he's a very conservative Christian guy and rather than wear his faith on his sleeve, he wears it under his eyes. And it earns him a lot of flack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that? We accept far more from others. Have you seen the permanent tattoos of guys like Tommy Lee or Allen Iverson or David Beckham? Terrelle Pryor used his eye black to show support for his friend, "Vick." Why can't Tim give glory to God? What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is NOT about football. If you are led to comment on his on field performance, his record, his team, his rivals, etc., it means that you don't comprehend well, since you missed the entire point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-5938981695218035174?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5938981695218035174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/eye-black.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5938981695218035174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5938981695218035174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/eye-black.html' title='Eye Black'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S2V7P-nsfsI/AAAAAAAABaQ/kr-TMMOCHUQ/s72-c/tim_tebow_(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2575259455361327095</id><published>2010-01-29T09:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:17:45.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>32 Years??? Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S2LscFG0RAI/AAAAAAAABaA/iT0jrBSiGKA/s1600-h/Simpson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432164067713500162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S2LscFG0RAI/AAAAAAAABaA/iT0jrBSiGKA/s320/Simpson2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a sad day.  I've lost yet another part of my childhood.  Donnie Simpson is leaving radio in Washington, DC after 32 years.  He is originally from Detroit, but after 32 years in DC, we let him call it "home" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the country remembers Donnie from his years on BET's "Video Soul," but in my hometown of Washington, DC, Donnie was our morning radio guy.  Since we weren't afforded the luxury of iPods and internet and the such, we counted on guys like Donnie Simpson to introduce us to new music.  He also bought us news at the top of the hour.  He ended every morning's session with the song, "Jesus is Love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, everything must change.  As Granny used to say, "nothing lasts forever."  I'm listening live on the station's website.  Celebs are callling left and right to wish him well.  Thanks for the memories, Donnie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2575259455361327095?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2575259455361327095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/32-years-wow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2575259455361327095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2575259455361327095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/32-years-wow.html' title='32 Years??? Wow...'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S2LscFG0RAI/AAAAAAAABaA/iT0jrBSiGKA/s72-c/Simpson2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-8197291603053662708</id><published>2010-01-27T09:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:07:32.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>The White Twiggy Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S2BSCOw5BDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/QVJL7F31eps/s1600-h/poplifechristie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431431348885193778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S2BSCOw5BDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/QVJL7F31eps/s320/poplifechristie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While browsing a Barbie site this morning, I came across this picture.  It bought back memories of a childhood incident.  I laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't believe it, but I'm a child of the 60s.  And when I was a young chick, I loved Twiggy.  I mean LOVED Twiggy.  I liked the fact that she never smiled.  Why I found that interesting-Who knows?  I even wanted to dress like Twiggy all the time.  In fact, on my Twiggy lunchbox, she had on a pair of white go go boots.  Every day at school, while I ate my lunch, I would long for a pair of those boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally, I convinced Mom to buy me a pair.  She took me to Rich's in downtown DC.  The guy measured my foot and retreated to the back of the store.  I remember being soooo anxious.  I was scared that they wouldn't have my size and if I didn't get anything, I couldn't get a treat out of the "treasure chest" that they kept for kids.  Now, looking back on it, I realize that they were only dollar store trinkets, but back then those treats were to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, the guy comes back with a box and announces that it was the "last pair." The last pair.  That's when I made the decision.  The WRONG decision.  The decision that I would take those boots home, NO MATTER WHAT!  So Mister Man takes the white patent leather boots out of the box and they were gorgeous.  It reaffirmed the decision.  He put the boots on my feet.  They had a long zipper on the inside of the leg.  But even before he zipped them, I realized that my toes were folded up inside the shoe part.  And I also remembered that he had said, "THE LAST PAIR."   I grinned in triumph, but also in pain.  I couldn't even walk to the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, the psychic powers that Mom usually possessed had taken the day off.  I had fooled her.  That, in itself, was a great feat.  I proclaimed that I loved them.  The guy asked if I wanted to wear them home.  I KNEW I couldn't walk, so I declined.  Mom gave me a headtilt and I thought the jig was up, but she paid for the boots and we left, with me carrying the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER wore those boots.  EVER.  I would make up an excuse everytime the subject came up.  Of course, it didn't take Mom long to figure it out.  I learned an important lesson--what good is having something if you can't use it?  I've never forgotten that lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-8197291603053662708?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8197291603053662708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/white-twiggy-boots.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8197291603053662708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8197291603053662708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/white-twiggy-boots.html' title='The White Twiggy Boots'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S2BSCOw5BDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/QVJL7F31eps/s72-c/poplifechristie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-8071143242769447945</id><published>2010-01-26T06:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:19:32.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><title type='text'>Old AND Old Fashioned!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S17NzbDULRI/AAAAAAAABZo/Pg1q74463mk/s1600-h/promlimo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431004483974081810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S17NzbDULRI/AAAAAAAABZo/Pg1q74463mk/s320/promlimo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so yesterday, I found out (AGAIN!) that I'm old and old fashioned.  My daughter and I were discussing prom and I suggested a limousine.  She looked at me as if I had suggested that they walk to Senior Prom in potato sacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who does that, Mom???? WHO DOES THAT????"  Now, instead of me simply retracting it and abandoning the subject, I took the Old Fashioned Mom route--"Well, when I went to prom, folks rented limos and went to dinner, prom and then the after-parties."  Hmmph.  I forget her exact response, but I do know that the word "stagecoach" was mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again dear readers, since you are very diverse in age I'll ask.  Are limos for prom really "played out"?  And more importantly, when did I get old and old fashioned?  It had to have been recently.  Like last week, or maybe last month.  Were any of you there when it happened?  Was there a flash of lightning or did my new-fashion simply slink away one day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-8071143242769447945?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8071143242769447945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-and-old-fashioned.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8071143242769447945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8071143242769447945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-and-old-fashioned.html' title='Old AND Old Fashioned!!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S17NzbDULRI/AAAAAAAABZo/Pg1q74463mk/s72-c/promlimo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-8440669025910326036</id><published>2010-01-23T18:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:23:59.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Let's Do Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S1uCYguhbRI/AAAAAAAABZY/52zPcwvyAAA/s1600-h/health%2520wellness%2520articles%2520-%2520apple%2520image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430077133338799378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S1uCYguhbRI/AAAAAAAABZY/52zPcwvyAAA/s320/health%2520wellness%2520articles%2520-%2520apple%2520image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found out today that a good friend lost a family member last week. That family member had a medical condition that required medication, but he didn't take it consistently. Folks, if you don't read anything else that I type this year, pay attention to this--We have to do better with our health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm one to talk. I've neglected my health for years, knowing that I needed to eat better and get my body parts checked regularly, but not doing it. I'm now making a deliberate effort to eat healthier and to exercise regularly, but suppose I had started this regiment years ago? How much better off would I be today? And by the way, I see my hematologist on Monday. I have no idea what my iron level is, but if my energy level is any indication, he may have harsh words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest fear is losing a parent or a child. But what about me? What if they lose me? Why am I not protecting my own children from living what I think is my greatest fear? It should be a no-brainer, right?  What about you? Are you living healthy? Or are you like me--surrounding yourself with junk food and not exercising? Let's do better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-8440669025910326036?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8440669025910326036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-do-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8440669025910326036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8440669025910326036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-do-better.html' title='Let&apos;s Do Better'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S1uCYguhbRI/AAAAAAAABZY/52zPcwvyAAA/s72-c/health%2520wellness%2520articles%2520-%2520apple%2520image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4876847738651257184</id><published>2010-01-21T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:36:57.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>What Do You Miss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S1ib4ckvYDI/AAAAAAAABY4/ShW7H5AZS5c/s1600-h/girl_thinking2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429260744840405042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S1ib4ckvYDI/AAAAAAAABY4/ShW7H5AZS5c/s320/girl_thinking2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are so many things that I miss from days gone by.  Time goes on, life changes, and things that we once held dear are no more--sometimes gone forever and missed and sometimes gone and never thought about again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Granny (who is someone that I miss everyday) used to say that nothing lasts forever--not good times or bad times.  She was so right.  NOTHING lasts forever.  Some of the things that didn't last for me and I find myself longing for are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;frozen custard from the Polar Bear Frozen Custard place that used to be in DC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;old friends that I lost touch with, like Brenda Graham, Michelle Pryor, and Katrina Williams (and my cousin, Rachel Rascoe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the carefree days of my youth, when  I had no idea that we weren't rich&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the loud, boisterous family gatherings we had all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my late Aunt Kitty's rum cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;great music with G-rated lyrics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paperdolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you long for?  What do you miss? Can you get it back or is it gone forever?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4876847738651257184?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4876847738651257184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-miss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4876847738651257184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4876847738651257184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-miss.html' title='What Do You Miss?'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S1ib4ckvYDI/AAAAAAAABY4/ShW7H5AZS5c/s72-c/girl_thinking2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-162951624619373739</id><published>2010-01-20T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:31:33.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ'/><title type='text'>Vote for Bobbi-Jo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XGvPqLq1TOg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XGvPqLq1TOg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend, Bobbi-Jo is trying to get a dream job--backpacking through Australia. She gets the job if she has the most views on YouTube. Please consider voting for her. She's is very close to winning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's a lovely young chick, the kind we need more of--smart, sassy, and gorgeous. When I was her age, I wouldn't have ever considered such a thing, but she wants to do it and I've pledged my help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at her video and see what you think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-162951624619373739?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/162951624619373739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/vote-for-bobbi-jo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/162951624619373739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/162951624619373739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/vote-for-bobbi-jo.html' title='Vote for Bobbi-Jo!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4763029400855948526</id><published>2010-01-14T07:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:28:01.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Prayers for Haiti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S08L-K_moII/AAAAAAAABYo/qfcmKQNqREw/s1600-h/Man%2520Praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426569238735659138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S08L-K_moII/AAAAAAAABYo/qfcmKQNqREw/s320/Man%2520Praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God hears our prayers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4763029400855948526?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4763029400855948526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/prayers-for-haiti.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4763029400855948526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4763029400855948526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/prayers-for-haiti.html' title='Prayers for Haiti...'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S08L-K_moII/AAAAAAAABYo/qfcmKQNqREw/s72-c/Man%2520Praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-3825845313559008694</id><published>2010-01-12T11:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:14:21.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>What Do You Think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425897466187912930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0yo_3PSluI/AAAAAAAABYg/pf-jxw03z_U/s320/mediafrenzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a question. It's on of those "Chicken or the Egg" questions. I'm interested to see how you weigh in on it. Here it is--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is the world really getting worse or do we simply have more immediate, in-depth coverage of news than we did in the past?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me explain. Thirty years ago, if a major news story broke, we couldn't turn on CNN and get the news 5 minutes later. We wouldn't have had up to the minute coverage of such an event. In fact, unless you lived in that particular city, you would have had to wait until your next newcast or the next day's paper. Because of the internet and nationally linked news correspondents, most big stories are available to the public within moments and that coverage can last for days, weeks, months, even years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has this kind of access made us think that these news items didn't occur years ago? Of course, they did. We still had serial killers, mass murders, kidnappings, etc., didn't we? What do you think? What came first--the news story or the coverage?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" 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/8223385242428944710-3825845313559008694?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3825845313559008694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3825845313559008694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3825845313559008694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-think.html' title='What Do You Think?'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0yo_3PSluI/AAAAAAAABYg/pf-jxw03z_U/s72-c/mediafrenzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4783007692947843562</id><published>2010-01-11T18:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:52:45.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Circus Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0u3gIyeJbI/AAAAAAAABYQ/OCRHgXvHuUA/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425631938840765874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0u3gIyeJbI/AAAAAAAABYQ/OCRHgXvHuUA/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Last week, I won tickets to the Circus through a contest over at my friend, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalista.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Frugalista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'s blog. Last night was the night. And last night was also FRIGID, but I braved the cold and made it down to the American Airlines Arena.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a bonechilling walk from a nearby parking lot, we found our way to some magnificent seats. Everyone else had toddlers and little kids. I felt a bit out of place, since my kids are teens, but we had a blast! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, the cirCUS is more like cirQUE these days, but it was still quite a performance. And, there was more than a few temper tantrums, especially when parents wouldnt part with $30 for stuffed animals and $9 for lemonade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was only one disappointment for me. Since I was a youngster, the million clowns coming out of the itty bitty car has been my favorite, but the "new" circus doesnt include it. What a bummer!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I took the above picture with my new, snazzy little camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" 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/8223385242428944710-4783007692947843562?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4783007692947843562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/circus-circus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4783007692947843562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4783007692947843562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/circus-circus.html' title='Circus Circus'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0u3gIyeJbI/AAAAAAAABYQ/OCRHgXvHuUA/s72-c/IMG_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-5033400057142218621</id><published>2010-01-10T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:44:31.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>It Simply Does NOT Add Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0nYXwFUMWI/AAAAAAAABYA/j1ACTrVG5Ng/s1600-h/200snowflake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425105128700260706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0nYXwFUMWI/AAAAAAAABYA/j1ACTrVG5Ng/s320/200snowflake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, so it happened again.  And THIS time, it happened on my watch.  Let me explain--Years ago, when I moved here to South Florida, there was talk of snow flurries in Miami back in the '70s.  I searched high and low and couldn't find ANYONE who saw it or even knew anyone else that saw it.  I chalked it up to urban myth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, last night, the late night news reported snow flurries in a couple of communities.  Of course, all of the stations ran out into those communities and none were able to come up with a photograph or video.  In this age of camera phones and portable video cams, NOBODY caught it?  NOBODY?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about the person that reported it in the first place?  Wouldn't THEY have recorded it in some way?  It just doesn't add up to me.  Something's rotten in the cotton...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" 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/8223385242428944710-5033400057142218621?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5033400057142218621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-simply-does-not-add-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5033400057142218621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5033400057142218621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-simply-does-not-add-up.html' title='It Simply Does NOT Add Up!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0nYXwFUMWI/AAAAAAAABYA/j1ACTrVG5Ng/s72-c/200snowflake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-3135395024394296956</id><published>2010-01-08T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:01:53.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>Extra!! Extra!! Read All About It!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0dySubai2I/AAAAAAAABX4/odP3QdwCsPU/s1600-h/news_button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424429942217280354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0dySubai2I/AAAAAAAABX4/odP3QdwCsPU/s320/news_button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TheTinyJEWELBox has a new look!!  Can you believe that all that pink actually started to get irritating???  I thought that I needed something different.  And here it is...  Out with the old--in with the new!!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you all think?  Do you like it?  Did I forget anything?  Let me know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/e9fcedf45ba506fa11f7b921bae5d0bd.png" 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/8223385242428944710-3135395024394296956?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3135395024394296956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3135395024394296956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3135395024394296956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='Extra!! Extra!! Read All About It!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0dySubai2I/AAAAAAAABX4/odP3QdwCsPU/s72-c/news_button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-1747987279518071022</id><published>2010-01-05T07:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:09:20.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Preface and Horehound Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0M01QPngDI/AAAAAAAABXw/7ufCsUyeEJo/s1600-h/Horehound.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423236465782390834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0M01QPngDI/AAAAAAAABXw/7ufCsUyeEJo/s320/Horehound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; This  morning, while having a completely random conversation, I thought of Horehound candy and immediately, it reminded me of my great grandmother.  She passed away when I was about 12, but I spent a lot of time with her when I was a child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could always count on her to have 2 things--candy and books.  There was always a stash of candy.  Either the icky Horehound, or a Whitman's Sampler, or a can of Katydids.   We would always sit and read.  I didn't find it odd then, but she loved children's books.  We would read oldies like Charlotte's Web and Nancy Drew.  I even introduced her to some of my then-favorites like Harriet the Spy and Little House in the Big Woods.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She even taught me a rhyme using the word PREFACE, that was in all of my books.  Here it is--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter Rabbit Eats Fish, Alligators Catch Eels, Eels Catch Alligators, Fish Eat Raw Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How strange is it that I remember that 40 years later?  Isn't it amazing the things that our minds choose to remember, and those things that we simply forget?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" 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/8223385242428944710-1747987279518071022?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1747987279518071022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/preface-and-horehound-candy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1747987279518071022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1747987279518071022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/preface-and-horehound-candy.html' title='Preface and Horehound Candy'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0M01QPngDI/AAAAAAAABXw/7ufCsUyeEJo/s72-c/Horehound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4970678452435429228</id><published>2010-01-03T17:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:10:10.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ'/><title type='text'>There is NO Book in Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0EgAh3RQAI/AAAAAAAABXM/kh9YGm0Yw8A/s1600-h/I_MickieTypingLaptop_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422650619793063938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0EgAh3RQAI/AAAAAAAABXM/kh9YGm0Yw8A/s320/I_MickieTypingLaptop_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, back in November, I had a couple of friends who got involved in a write-a-novel-in-a-month program. One of them, FOJ Jan, wrote an amazing story. I can't wait until she becomes a celebrated novelist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then in December, one of my good friends, FOJ Jackie told me that he thought that I should write a book. I had just told him that HE should write a book and he turned it around on me. I didn't (and still don't) think I had a book in me. By the way, Jackie is a jeweler. If you want the absolute BEST in unique pieces, check his site or his South Florida boutique--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jackieabraham.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jackie Abraham Jewelers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, about a week later, FOJ Charisse (who makes her living as a life coach) told me that she thought that I had a book in me. I tried to argue with her. She wouldn't hear me. She insists that I have a book, though she wasn't sure what it would be about, or even if it was fiction or nonfiction. She challenged me to write a half hour a day, about anything that came to mind. She said that after a while, the book topic would be apparent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must admit, I did it a couple times, but half heartedly and without any enthusiasm. When she asks, I shrug it off. I'm so sure that there's no book in me. And even if there was, what in the world would it be about? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, after re-reading yesterday's blog post and what my plan for 2010 is, I've decided to give Charrise's idea an earnest try. I shall write 500 words a day about whatever I want--for January. I'll see what comes of it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4970678452435429228?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4970678452435429228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-no-book-in-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4970678452435429228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4970678452435429228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-no-book-in-me.html' title='There is NO Book in Me!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/S0EgAh3RQAI/AAAAAAAABXM/kh9YGm0Yw8A/s72-c/I_MickieTypingLaptop_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-3658629215111005137</id><published>2010-01-02T07:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:28:55.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Another Rail Yard? NOPE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sz83p6KgJHI/AAAAAAAABXE/O5G3n89DxYk/s1600-h/railroadswitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422113669504836722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sz83p6KgJHI/AAAAAAAABXE/O5G3n89DxYk/s320/railroadswitch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Have you ever seen a rail yard? A huge place where railroad tracks crisscross so much that you get dizzy looking at it. Do you know the kind of place that I mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'm convinced that I live in such a place. You see, I always plan my life path. I know where I am and I know where I'm going. I have the course plotted out. I even know where I will stop to rest. Unfortunately, in these moments of wisdom, I sometimes forget to consult with God on what HIS plan is. And because of that, He usually finds a place to switch me off my track and put me on His.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That then causes me panic because rather than get closer to MY destination, I seem to be going in a totally different direction. A NORMAL person would accept that this new way is God's plan and go with it. But me? NOPE. I continue to try to get back on MY track. And God continues to divert my train. And we do it over and over. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And another thing, when you are about to switch tracks, you are supposed to slow down. Except when you are God. I can be going full speed ahead. I have my lil engineers hat on and my dirty overalls. I'm hanging out of the locomotive, on my way to wherever. And then-BOOM! God doesn't even slow me down. He just takes the next off ramp. Umph. It really isn't fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've decided that this year, I will NOT fight with God on where I'm going and what I'm going to do when I get there. So there will be no announcement of plans for this year and no declaration of goals. I will submit completely and let him map out the journey. You can find me in the dining car..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-3658629215111005137?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3658629215111005137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-another-rail-yard-nope.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3658629215111005137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3658629215111005137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-another-rail-yard-nope.html' title='Another Rail Yard? NOPE!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sz83p6KgJHI/AAAAAAAABXE/O5G3n89DxYk/s72-c/railroadswitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7904504330298155630</id><published>2010-01-01T18:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:33:09.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucess'/><title type='text'>Happy Blogoversary to Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sz6FLgQDVGI/AAAAAAAABWc/AS_ZZP2NA5I/s1600-h/blogoversary.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421917434082972770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sz6FLgQDVGI/AAAAAAAABWc/AS_ZZP2NA5I/s320/blogoversary.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Well FOJs, it was one year ago today that I embarked on this blogging adventure. It was a year of highs and lows, peaks and valleys, success and disappointment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And through it all, YOU were there! Thanks for walking with me. It was great! Here's to 2010..I wish every one of you the best that life has to offer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7904504330298155630?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7904504330298155630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-blogoversary-to-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7904504330298155630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7904504330298155630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-blogoversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Blogoversary to Me!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sz6FLgQDVGI/AAAAAAAABWc/AS_ZZP2NA5I/s72-c/blogoversary.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-778738231976988778</id><published>2009-12-31T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:58:07.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Holiday Luncheon: Part 2: Sisterhood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sz1gmnXt3wI/AAAAAAAABWU/ZNc9YH9iOCQ/s1600-h/groupwomen.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 295px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421595742943698690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sz1gmnXt3wI/AAAAAAAABWU/ZNc9YH9iOCQ/s320/groupwomen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; If you missed Part 1, check it out &lt;a href="http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-luncheon-part-1-no-cell-phones.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But here is the rest--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After wandering around, I finally found Alice. She was mingling with a group of women, near a table decorated festively. I recognized a few women, but didn't know most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, I figured out why Alice was so vague in telling me about the luncheon. To her, it simply wasn't a big deal. This group of women has been meeting for years. They were all ages, colors, professions, etc. They meet informally a few times a year and invite others into their circle. There was Melanie, who runs the premiere social website in Miami. There was also Sonia, who, 15 years ago, established the Miami arm of Suited for Success. There was a real estate professional sitting next to a housewife and a jewelry designer, next to a socialite. Very diverse group. And I had a ball. It was about networking and sharing. The afternoon was filled with laughter and giggling.  There were little trinkets for each chica.  We ate, drank and had a good time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what life is all about--exchanging ideas, networking, helping each other.  I'm so glad that I was invited into this fellowship.  I can't wait to see them again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-778738231976988778?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/778738231976988778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-luncheon-part-2-sisterhood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/778738231976988778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/778738231976988778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-luncheon-part-2-sisterhood.html' title='The Holiday Luncheon: Part 2: Sisterhood!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sz1gmnXt3wI/AAAAAAAABWU/ZNc9YH9iOCQ/s72-c/groupwomen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-8695800421835646339</id><published>2009-12-21T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:58:29.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ'/><title type='text'>The Holiday Luncheon:  Part 1: NO CELL PHONES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SzAVhbshW3I/AAAAAAAABWE/SzJwKtqWoY0/s1600-h/placesetting475x357_476x357_t380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417854015841065842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SzAVhbshW3I/AAAAAAAABWE/SzJwKtqWoY0/s320/placesetting475x357_476x357_t380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; A few weeks ago, I got an email from FOJ Alice, asking if I was available to go to lunch with her and some of her friends.  I agreed, but when I asked about her friends, she was very vague. "Oh, just a group of girls."  I found it odd, since she's usually very straight forward but in the midst of everything that I have going on, I didn't have a lot of time to give it thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, last Friday was the date of the luncheon.  And last Thursday, it rained cats and dogs.  A lot of areas had severe flooding.  It was still raining when I got up.  I so did NOT want to go to a luncheon.  I called Alice, hoping that it was cancelled.  "Nope, I called the Country Club and they aren't flooded, so we'll be there!" she said.  Woe is me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got dressed and swam down to Miami.  I knew where the Club was, but I had never been inside.  The place has a huge foyer with stairs on both sides.  I didn't see any place for eating, and there was no directional signage.  Everyone else that came in seemed to know where they were going.  I pulled out my Crackberry to call Alice.  Bad idea.  Just as the phone started ringing, a woman rushed out of nowhere, looking very disturbed.  "We don't allow cell phone usage," she whispered loudly.  I tried to explain that I was meeting someone and didn't know where I was supposed to go.  I don't think she cared.  She shooed me up the stairs.  FINE--I'll find it myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upstairs there was a bar area, but nobody dining, only employees.  My phone started to ring.  It was Alice, but just as I was about to answer, the bartender reminded me of the NO CELL policy.  But she also didn't know Alice or where I was supposed to meet her. She told me to look around.  I could see the entire room from where I stood and unless Alice was invisible, she wasn't there.  I saw the Ladies Room and decided to go in there and call Alice.  Bad idea.  No cell phone service in the bathroom.  Hmmph.  FINE--if you want the riff raff to wander around unattended, then I will!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll continue this story tomorrow, but in the meantime, have you ever encountered this?  I know some places where there are NO CELL signs, but never have I been any place where it was so strictly enforced.  Have you?  Is this odd? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" 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/8223385242428944710-8695800421835646339?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8695800421835646339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-luncheon-part-1-no-cell-phones.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8695800421835646339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8695800421835646339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-luncheon-part-1-no-cell-phones.html' title='The Holiday Luncheon:  Part 1: NO CELL PHONES'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SzAVhbshW3I/AAAAAAAABWE/SzJwKtqWoY0/s72-c/placesetting475x357_476x357_t380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-344346960776908413</id><published>2009-12-19T09:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:38:15.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Snow--How Do You See It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SyzhfLwo18I/AAAAAAAABV8/7CliRIeBfzE/s1600-h/snowstorm-300x202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416952377668851650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SyzhfLwo18I/AAAAAAAABV8/7CliRIeBfzE/s320/snowstorm-300x202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; When I was a kid, I would love to see newly fallen snow. It was so pretty, untouched. Later, when cars started driving on it and folks started walking on it, it was so pretty anymore. It became yucky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's another thing that I'm reminded of when it snows.  Everytime I see snow, even on television, I think about it. When I was young, my Mom would act strange when it snowed, even when they were only calling for a dusting. She used to stand at the window and fret. She would look so sad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once, I asked why she looked so sad everytime it snowed. She replied, "I'm just thinking about all the people who have no place to go." That's always stuck with me. I was looking at the beauty of it, from my warm, cozy home--with food in the cabinets. Someone else was looking at it close up, from their sleeping spot on the street. Ain't it funny how 2 folks can look at the same thing and the meaning it totally different for them both? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" 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/8223385242428944710-344346960776908413?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/344346960776908413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-how-do-you-see-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/344346960776908413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/344346960776908413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-how-do-you-see-it.html' title='Snow--How Do You See It?'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SyzhfLwo18I/AAAAAAAABV8/7CliRIeBfzE/s72-c/snowstorm-300x202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-716905117789888090</id><published>2009-12-15T10:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:51:40.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Winnie the Pooh got poohed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SyetwXmy5UI/AAAAAAAABVs/trcjCyj_W3g/s1600-h/Farm%2520Mural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415488123418371394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SyetwXmy5UI/AAAAAAAABVs/trcjCyj_W3g/s320/Farm%2520Mural.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'll spare you all of the details, but recently I had to take my 17 year old daughter into the emergency room.  Imagine our faces when we arrived and they sent her to the Pediatric side.  She will be 18 in 2 months.  We got into the waiting room and it would have been pure heaven for a 2 year old.  She looked around at the murals and the huge pirate ship taking up half the floor.  She muttered, "Oh joy..What should I play with first?"  She was not pleased.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they got her into the room, there were more pirate ships on the walls.  She still wasnt pleased.  We spent all day looking at the decor.  Well, all that pales in comparison to yesterday.  We had to see a pediatric surgeon.  Trust me, I TRIED to get an adult surgeon, but nobody would see her.  They all said that they didn't do minors.  So, we had to see the "baby doctor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we drove up, I hoped it would be plain decor.  I was wrong.  It was Winnie the Pooh!  BOOOY was it Winnie the Pooh.  And Tigger too!  And kids running around.  Oh joy!  hehehe  They showed us to Room 3 where there was more Winnie.  She was silent.  In fact, she sat there texting and tweeting on her phone.  When I commented that I found it odd that a patient sitting on a Pooh bed would have a Blackberry, she lost it.  I had gone too far.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought it was funny--was I wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-716905117789888090?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/716905117789888090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/winnie-pooh-got-poohed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/716905117789888090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/716905117789888090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/winnie-pooh-got-poohed.html' title='Winnie the Pooh got poohed!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SyetwXmy5UI/AAAAAAAABVs/trcjCyj_W3g/s72-c/Farm%2520Mural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2951186890761253380</id><published>2009-12-11T07:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:46:54.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Go Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SyI4H4Xz1UI/AAAAAAAABVU/5cPlJ8O_vco/s1600-h/yougogirl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413951410095248706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SyI4H4Xz1UI/AAAAAAAABVU/5cPlJ8O_vco/s320/yougogirl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the past few months, I've met some amazing young women.  First there was FOJ Michelle, who owns Lilac &amp;amp; Lilies Boutique.  Then there were sister FOJs Jeannette &amp;amp; Lyanne, who own the fabulous online site, Nic del Mar.  Then I met fashion model FOJ Akilah, who is also my homegirl.  And finally, FOJ Yani, who just launched Louvett Watches.  Did i mention YOUNG women?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was in my 20s, I couldn't even tie my shoes.  I was happy if I had enough money to pay for my car and get a couple new outfits, I was good.  Owning a business was not even on my radar screen.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, the world is different now.  Young chicas are doing it BIG! And I LOVE IT!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post frequently. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2951186890761253380?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2951186890761253380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-go-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2951186890761253380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2951186890761253380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-go-girl.html' title='You Go Girl!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SyI4H4Xz1UI/AAAAAAAABVU/5cPlJ8O_vco/s72-c/yougogirl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4347824421072709772</id><published>2009-12-05T12:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:18:44.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>I Love It When They're Nice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SxqjjRHVMrI/AAAAAAAABUg/gn0OjHBRWd8/s1600-h/PaulaPattonatRogerVivierBoutiqueOpening,BalHarbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sxqf4iDC_fI/AAAAAAAABUY/fsGUPfECyIE/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411813695800147442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sxqf4iDC_fI/AAAAAAAABUY/fsGUPfECyIE/s320/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other night, at a boutique opening that I was invited to (read that Examiner story &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner~y2009m12d4-Find-your-sole-mate-at-the-new-Roger-Vivier-boutique"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;), I ran into none other than Paula Patton and hubby Robin Thicke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had just seen Paula Patton in Precious, so I was very excited to meet her. I am familiar with Robin Thicke's music, but he hasn't been on my radar, so I had ZERO excitement in meeting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my pleasant surprise, they were delightful! We had a moment to chat and they were truly sweet! They started dating before either became famous (high school sweethearts) and are expecting their first child in a few months. By the way, Robin may not have been on my radar before, but he is FIONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I flat out said to Robin that before meeting them, I'd assumed that she had landed a catch--him!! But then, after meeting them both, he's the one with the prize--HER! They both laughed and he admitted that he was indeed the lucky one, while she beamed! I LOVE these two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my way home, I smiled to myself, recalling the obvious love between them, as well as how gracious they both were. It's refreshing to see two young stars that have absolutely no celebrity ways. I can't wait to see them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4347824421072709772?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4347824421072709772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-it-when-theyre-nice.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4347824421072709772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4347824421072709772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-it-when-theyre-nice.html' title='I Love It When They&apos;re Nice!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sxqf4iDC_fI/AAAAAAAABUY/fsGUPfECyIE/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7390727147350824879</id><published>2009-12-03T10:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:14:42.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><title type='text'>Thanks General Motors!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sxfbk0oWl3I/AAAAAAAABT4/o1QeHS8AZTc/s1600-h/5++2010+GMC+Terrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411034902958610290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sxfbk0oWl3I/AAAAAAAABT4/o1QeHS8AZTc/s320/5++2010+GMC+Terrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I went to a VERY cool event yesterday. General Motors came into town to promote their new crossover, Terrain. They hosted a few bloggers at auto dealership in downtown Miami for a very cool program. Since it was auto related, Dear Husband tagged along. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was actually very nice. Brickell Motors has laid out a very nice breakfast spread for us. They also had wireless internet access, which allowed us to tweet and or/blog live from the event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GM Diversity Communications Manager and her team really rolled out the red carpet. We first got to hear some scary stuff from 2 women with SafeKids. They talked about vehicle safety for children. Having 3 kids of my own, I thought I knew all there was about car seats and seat belts and the such. Come to find out, neither my children OR me have been traveling very safe. This is the season of holiday traveling. EVERYONE should go to their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safekids.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;site&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; to get critical info.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the very fabulous Lori Norwood spoke at length about trim on the Terrain. Lori is a creative designer for General Motors. I LOVE to see women doing it large!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugh Milne, GM Marketing Manager spoke next. He talked about all the features of this particular vehicle. I have to admit--I was impressed and so was my husband. I might add that it takes a LOT to impress the hubby on a car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, they announced that we would all have the opportunity to drive the vehicle. Carolyn pulled out a goodie bag and said that we would all get one before we left. She said that it contained swag from their partners, including an emergency blanket, a first aid kit, flares, etc. Then she said, "But, I want to give you all something out of the bag BEFORE you go outside to drive the cars. We realize you all are bloggers and you present things to your readers.." She then handed out "already charged" Sony Webbies, courtesy of Sony. Thanks Sony!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411041405008724546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SxfhfSp5wkI/AAAAAAAABUA/Is-LVXfNYP4/s320/webbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, I had my Flip, but I was wayyy excited about the Webbie.  It's a very cool little camera/video recorder.  Of course, the Husband swiped it, almost immediately after it hit my hand.  He thanked the folks profusely.  I haven't seen it since.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywho, after the test drive, I was sold.  It is truly a great car.  And not expensive either.  This just may be my next major purchase.  If you need more info about it, let me know.  I have a lot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7390727147350824879?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7390727147350824879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-general-motors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7390727147350824879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7390727147350824879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-general-motors.html' title='Thanks General Motors!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sxfbk0oWl3I/AAAAAAAABT4/o1QeHS8AZTc/s72-c/5++2010+GMC+Terrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-6390553481785272761</id><published>2009-11-29T08:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:24:49.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Holiday Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SxJzHcjY2HI/AAAAAAAABTo/jQeQ_IZi8vk/s1600/holiday_gifts_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409512674186287218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SxJzHcjY2HI/AAAAAAAABTo/jQeQ_IZi8vk/s320/holiday_gifts_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; A week ago today, Pastor Bob Coy of Calvary Chapel Fort Lauderdale, delivered an awesome message to me.  I've thought about it every day since then.  It was about holiday gifts.  He spoke about how stressed we allow ourselves to become during this season.  He mentioned how odd it was that we would spend Thanksgiving giving thanks, then get up early for shopping on Friday--buying gifts for those who really didn't need them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I agree.  We are in a different time.  Our economy is in dire straits.  Many are underemployed, many unemployed.  Entire cities and states are hurting.  Yet, even with all of this going on, we are STILL in better shape than most of the world.  Have you thought about that?  There are folks around the world living in such dispair that they would give their life for the mere chance of making it to America.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should we really be stressed about gifts?  Seriously?  Let's give of ourselves.  Let's help others.  Let's look at our lives and be TRULY thankful for those spiritual gifts that we all have been granted.  Then let's look at how we can help others.  It doesn't have to be a huge effort.  It doesn't even have to cost you a dime.  Even those without money have spiritual gifts that can be shared.  If you don't have money or time, can you spare a kind word to someone in turmoil?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm convinced that each life has a purpose.  What's yours?  What can you give of yourself?  What gift has God given you that you can share with others?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-6390553481785272761?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6390553481785272761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/holiday-gifts.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6390553481785272761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6390553481785272761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/holiday-gifts.html' title='Holiday Gifts'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SxJzHcjY2HI/AAAAAAAABTo/jQeQ_IZi8vk/s72-c/holiday_gifts_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2099559057598611570</id><published>2009-11-28T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:51:12.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>I've Got a Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SxEqLP7UnHI/AAAAAAAABTY/ZT8y9DFVfoI/s1600/gagged_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409151000190950514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SxEqLP7UnHI/AAAAAAAABTY/ZT8y9DFVfoI/s320/gagged_woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Last night, out of the blue, I got an email from brand new FOJ Aymee of PainePR in Los Angeles. She's been reading TheTinyJEWELBox (Who knew??). She invited me to a very cool event next week. I'm sooo excited about it. However, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to publicize it, so I'll wait--it's only a few days away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She DID say that I'm allowed to bring a laptop, so I'll be tweeting LIVE from the event. I think it's going to be fun. In fact, when I told Husband about it, he asked if he could go too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday is sounding like it's going to be a busy day. I have THAT event in the morning, then I have an &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Examiner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; event to cover, followed by an author's lunch that I planned to share on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TheTinyJEWELBox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, a party thrown by Swarovski Crystals, and finally a family thing--the high school magnet fair--Dear Son is going to high school next year and it's time to apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a very cool product in the mail yesterday, to review for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thingsinpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ThingsinPink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Look for that to post by the end of the week. I'm busy busy BUSY---and for that I'm very thankful. but what about you? How was your Thanksgiving? What are you most thankful for? What's new in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2099559057598611570?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2099559057598611570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-secret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2099559057598611570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2099559057598611570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-secret.html' title='I&apos;ve Got a Secret'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SxEqLP7UnHI/AAAAAAAABTY/ZT8y9DFVfoI/s72-c/gagged_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2956692455538704396</id><published>2009-11-25T08:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:25:51.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><title type='text'>The Funhouse Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sw0vPaiT17I/AAAAAAAABSo/-_xyWdINDLQ/s1600/funhousemirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408030669409605554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sw0vPaiT17I/AAAAAAAABSo/-_xyWdINDLQ/s320/funhousemirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't it funny how things can actually be very different from how they appear?? Have you ever noticed that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lately, I've noticed people who have a distorted view of themselves. Makes me wonder if they are looking in a fun house mirror. You know, one of those distorted ones. Makes things look way different than they really are. While they think they look smart, hip, and witty, others see them as bitter, jealous, and not so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it true that folks buy those weird mirrors just so that they don't have to see their true selves? Wow, that's deep. I'm glad that I can truly say, I know who I am. I recognize my faults and I hold myself accountable for my own actions and decisions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about you? Are you looking at yourself in a funhouse mirror? Are you looking at the world through rose colored glasses? Why? Please realize that regardless of what YOU see--others see the real you. You are only fooling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2956692455538704396?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2956692455538704396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/funhouse-mirror.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2956692455538704396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2956692455538704396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/funhouse-mirror.html' title='The Funhouse Mirror'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sw0vPaiT17I/AAAAAAAABSo/-_xyWdINDLQ/s72-c/funhousemirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-5668773053298516907</id><published>2009-11-21T11:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:52:10.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Is This What Life Is Coming To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SwgaWeFCH8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/EyvHkxGi_EI/s1600/napkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406600325991899074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SwgaWeFCH8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/EyvHkxGi_EI/s320/napkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, so why is it that when I arrive up to the Drive Through Window of certain, nameless fast food restaurants, I have to ask for napkins?  And even then, they give me 1.  Not 1 per item, or 1 per sandwich, or even 1 per occupant in the car, just ONE.  A single napkin.   You have to beg to get more.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is that? Are napkins really that expensive?  And if they are, will we soon be charged for them, much like the airlines charge for baggage?  So I'll drive up and say, "Give me a Mega Burger with extra cheese, no onions, and please put the mustard on the side.  I'll also have a Super Size fries, a Medium Diet Grape Faygo and 3 napkins....Wait, make that 4 napkins...Wait..Can I get 3 napkins and a paper towel?  Thanks, that's it.  WAIT...How much are straws???" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-5668773053298516907?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5668773053298516907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-what-life-is-coming-to.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5668773053298516907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5668773053298516907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-what-life-is-coming-to.html' title='Is This What Life Is Coming To?'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SwgaWeFCH8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/EyvHkxGi_EI/s72-c/napkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4163374834463020508</id><published>2009-11-14T17:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:58:45.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Catching Up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sv8vpiZrp5I/AAAAAAAABRo/Elzc4urcJBQ/s1600-h/award-ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404090468523550610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sv8vpiZrp5I/AAAAAAAABRo/Elzc4urcJBQ/s320/award-ribbon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Heyyyy!!!! I sure missed you guys!!! But it was a crazy week and I'm not sure I could have gotten thorough it, had I had to have written blog posts.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did a LOT of things this week--I spent the day with &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner~y2009m11d13-The-perfect-gift-for-a-SoFla-Fashionista-to-give-her-significant-other"&gt;Terribly Girly Photography&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday.  I visited with the cast of New Moon AND went to the &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner~y2009m11d13-Bal-Harbour-boutique-LUCA-LUCA-debuts-2010-SpringSummer-Collection"&gt;LUCA LUCA trunk show&lt;/a&gt; on Wednesday.  On Thursday, I was introduced to the MOST AMAZING hair salon in the world (I'm writing about it next week).  Then on Thursday night, I met the great fashion designer, Trina Turk.  On Friday, I wrote what feels like a million articles for Examiner.  You can read them &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also, last week, I was notified by the good folks at Working Divas Network that I was chosen as their very first Blog of the Week.  Wow, life is good!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm honored that &lt;a href="http://workingdivas.ning.com/"&gt;Working Divas Network&lt;/a&gt; would recognize lil ole me in such a great way, but I am truly a WORKING diva.  My blog ventures through both my personal and professional life, as they are so intertwined.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This week shouldn't be as bad as last week, so expect a few posts.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4163374834463020508?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4163374834463020508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4163374834463020508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4163374834463020508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up!!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sv8vpiZrp5I/AAAAAAAABRo/Elzc4urcJBQ/s72-c/award-ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7817514651161154322</id><published>2009-11-10T08:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:57:21.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Good News &amp; the Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvlnPU0I-1I/AAAAAAAABQw/oSu3ZfRsD98/s1600-h/good_news_bad_news.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402462740990720850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvlnPU0I-1I/AAAAAAAABQw/oSu3ZfRsD98/s320/good_news_bad_news.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; So, as many of you know. I've been in a serious rut. My blog words no longer seem to flow as easily as they once did. I lost my MOJO! I was so overwhelmed and actually felt paralyzed, unable to move forward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I had a very frank discussion last night with a good friend. We talked about my rut, my goals, my fears, and my plan. We talked about the things I am doing right, as well as the things I haven't done so well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was actually therapeutic. It was also humbling to have someone, whose opinion I value, take an honest interest in me and my plan. She was able to show me things that I have never seen before, and help me to formulate a strategy. I feel blessed. That's the GOOD news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The BAD news is this--while I committed to writing my 2 blogs daily, most days I don't feel good about what I've written. More often than not, it seems to be fluff with no substance. I've decided that on the days that I really don't have anything to say, I simply won't write. So, rather tha a daily blog, TheTinyJEWELBox may become a 5 times a week blog, and sometimes a 3 day a week blog, and I'm sure they'll be weeks that there's only 1 post. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not dropping the blog. Oh heavens no!!! In fact, I'm looking at completely redesigning it to incorporate more of my interests. What it does mean is that when I do write, it'll be straight from the heart. And of course, I'm still writing for Examiner.com. Please subscribe to my &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt; there. And I'm always available through email at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:TheTinyJEWELBox@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TheTinyJEWELBox@gmail.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. I'd love to hear from you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7817514651161154322?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7817514651161154322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-news-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7817514651161154322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7817514651161154322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-news-bad-news.html' title='The Good News &amp; the Bad News'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvlnPU0I-1I/AAAAAAAABQw/oSu3ZfRsD98/s72-c/good_news_bad_news.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2900764070572000811</id><published>2009-11-09T13:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:04:11.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Greasy Spoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Svhl-xIp-qI/AAAAAAAABQg/FdmJ-W0M_eE/s1600-h/diner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402179882046847650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Svhl-xIp-qI/AAAAAAAABQg/FdmJ-W0M_eE/s320/diner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; One of the things that I miss most about my hometown of Washington, DC is the overabundance of greasy spoon restaurants.  I believe that you get the best in local eats from these kinds of places.  Now, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with fine dining, but why go to unfamiliar territory without experiencing it the way the locals do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my friends travel to my hometown, I tell them to hit Ben's Chili Bowl for a chili half smoke, as well as Horace &amp;amp; Dicky's for a fish sandwich unlike any you've ever had before, and Booeymonger for a Patty Hearst sandwich.  And when I go to visit, these are the kinds of experiences that I want to have as well.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about you?  Do you stay on the tourist beat, or do you get down and dirty with the residents?  Tell me about your favorite "Greasy Spoon."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2900764070572000811?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2900764070572000811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/greasy-spoons.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2900764070572000811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2900764070572000811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/greasy-spoons.html' title='Greasy Spoons'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Svhl-xIp-qI/AAAAAAAABQg/FdmJ-W0M_eE/s72-c/diner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-491760148104811644</id><published>2009-11-08T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:08:57.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>HELPPPPPPPP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvbeMoakjiI/AAAAAAAABQQ/uVc3wjKnmB8/s1600-h/overworked01.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401749111666150946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvbeMoakjiI/AAAAAAAABQQ/uVc3wjKnmB8/s320/overworked01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I'm in a rut.  I need help.  I can't seem to focus.  I'm easily distracted.  I'm not getting things done.  What is the problem??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been overwhelmed since Thursday when I had so much to do that I couldn't even figure out where to start.  Well, guess what?  I didn't do any of it.  At all.  What is the problem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, it's Sunday morning.  I'm still overwhelmed.  I haven't done any of those tasks and have a full week planned.  What is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you are overwhelmed like this, how do you get out of it?  What helps?  What hurts?  HELP ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-491760148104811644?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/491760148104811644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/helpppppppp.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/491760148104811644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/491760148104811644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/helpppppppp.html' title='HELPPPPPPPP'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvbeMoakjiI/AAAAAAAABQQ/uVc3wjKnmB8/s72-c/overworked01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-6654758926240774702</id><published>2009-11-07T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:31:30.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>God Bless Fort Hood &amp; Her Families</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvW76IxAaJI/AAAAAAAABQA/Cp1R3rN99l4/s1600-h/forthood.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401429935560616082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvW76IxAaJI/AAAAAAAABQA/Cp1R3rN99l4/s320/forthood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; My thoughts and prayers go out to the Fort Hood family.  There are no words for this tragedy.  It puts me in the mind of 9/11.  Some things are unthinkable on US soil.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's not forget, though, that our military and their families go through this kind of tragedy and uncertainty daily.  God bless those who are prepared to give theirs lives to protect our way of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-6654758926240774702?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6654758926240774702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-bless-fort-hood-her-families.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6654758926240774702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6654758926240774702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-bless-fort-hood-her-families.html' title='God Bless Fort Hood &amp; Her Families'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvW76IxAaJI/AAAAAAAABQA/Cp1R3rN99l4/s72-c/forthood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7079912930690825225</id><published>2009-11-05T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:24:26.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>How Many Strikes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvMHSaLwqrI/AAAAAAAABPo/NNJIYoeJrwI/s1600-h/strike.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400668390995045042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvMHSaLwqrI/AAAAAAAABPo/NNJIYoeJrwI/s320/strike.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so here's a question.  How many strikes do you give a person before they're struck out?  I mean really...And let me clarify, I don't mean a relationship necessarily.  It could be a co-worker, a neighbor, a longtime friend.  When someone does you wrong, do they get another chance?  How many? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an area that I struggle with.  I tend to give one strike.  It's way hard for me to turn the other cheek.  Like Maya Angelou said, "When people show you who they are, BELIEVE them."  You simply don't get multiple chances to hurt, embarass, or plain ole "show out" on me.  Am I wrong for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7079912930690825225?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7079912930690825225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-many-strikes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7079912930690825225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7079912930690825225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-many-strikes.html' title='How Many Strikes?'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvMHSaLwqrI/AAAAAAAABPo/NNJIYoeJrwI/s72-c/strike.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-5901344264061037189</id><published>2009-11-04T08:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:46:55.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvGEk07Rv4I/AAAAAAAABPY/MtEpwGZgB-g/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400243196411363202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvGEk07Rv4I/AAAAAAAABPY/MtEpwGZgB-g/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Remember that old television show, Touched by an Angel?  Where angels walked on earth, completely undetected?  Do you believe in the such?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do.  I believe that there are angels on earth, sent to do very specific things.  I've had many experiences where, on hindsight, I believe that I interacted with an angel.  A perfect stranger who just seemed to be in the right place, at precisely the right time, and kept me out of harm's way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever had such an experience?  Do you even believe in the concept of angels?  Tell me about it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-5901344264061037189?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5901344264061037189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/angels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5901344264061037189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5901344264061037189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvGEk07Rv4I/AAAAAAAABPY/MtEpwGZgB-g/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-5596939361699075005</id><published>2009-11-03T08:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:41:23.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coke'/><title type='text'>A Year and a Thai Iced Tea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvAxDDRol9I/AAAAAAAABPI/HAS6AMC_nwY/s1600-h/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399869881705863122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvAxDDRol9I/AAAAAAAABPI/HAS6AMC_nwY/s320/2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; So, yesterday I saw good ole Doctor Hematologist!  And the good ole Doc saw me too!  And there was good news--The Iron Infusions are over!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more twice weekly bags of iv iron.  Nope.  I'm done. Well, at least for the time being.  While I do have to go get my iron levels checked periodically, I am not scheduled to SEE the doctor for a year.  A year.  A YEAR!  YAY!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This means that I have to keep my iron up.  Like Malcolm X said, "By any means necessary."  Or, I'm back to the drawing board.  And me NO LIKEY the drawing board!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I am pleased to report that I completely forgot to go downstairs in the medical building and get a Coke.  Completely forgot!  But I did stop on the way home and got a yummy Thai iced tea.  Me and caffeine were separated, but we have reconciled our differences and the relationship is back on!  I LOVE caffeine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all seriousness though, I will sorely miss my doctor and his staff.  They are WONDERFUL!  As I've said before, I have no idea how he assembled such a group.  But I promised to stop in periodically and say "hi."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-5596939361699075005?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5596939361699075005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-and-thai-iced-tea.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5596939361699075005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5596939361699075005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-and-thai-iced-tea.html' title='A Year and a Thai Iced Tea!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SvAxDDRol9I/AAAAAAAABPI/HAS6AMC_nwY/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4234024679186229151</id><published>2009-11-02T09:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:49:32.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Su7vv45-R8I/AAAAAAAABO4/YCGRIJUFQb4/s1600-h/michael_jackson_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399516609272235970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Su7vv45-R8I/AAAAAAAABO4/YCGRIJUFQb4/s320/michael_jackson_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Michael Jackson flick, This is It, is now the highest grossing concert film of all time.  It chronicles his last days of life.  It was originally supposed to run for 2 weeks, but has been extended through Thanksgiving weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many of my friends have seen it and say it's incredible.  I have no desire.  Maybe I'll catch it on cable.  Of course, I was a huge MJ fan as a child, but as a teen or adult, I never bought a single record or CD of his.  I was saddened at his death, but I didn't go into mourning, nor was I shocked.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you see it?  Do you plan to?  Are you MJ's number 1 fan?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments, priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4234024679186229151?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4234024679186229151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4234024679186229151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4234024679186229151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Su7vv45-R8I/AAAAAAAABO4/YCGRIJUFQb4/s72-c/michael_jackson_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7796695528826553886</id><published>2009-11-01T12:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:41:58.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>The Essential Core</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Su3Gw2l0AfI/AAAAAAAABOg/gZpGxdzVrWg/s1600-h/core.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399190070877225458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Su3Gw2l0AfI/AAAAAAAABOg/gZpGxdzVrWg/s320/core.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is my anniversary.  And while thinking about it this morning, I came up with what I will call "The Essential Core of Relationships."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't necessarily mean marriage, but rather any relationship--friends, employers/employees, co-workers, neighbors, teacher/student, etc.  For me, the essential core of ANY relationship is respect.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have to respect the wishes of others, the beliefs of others, the morals and standards of others.  We have to respect their opionions, their choices, and their actions.  Without mutual respect, there is NO relationship.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you agree?  If not, tell me what the essential core is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7796695528826553886?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7796695528826553886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/essential-core.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7796695528826553886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7796695528826553886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/essential-core.html' title='The Essential Core'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Su3Gw2l0AfI/AAAAAAAABOg/gZpGxdzVrWg/s72-c/core.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-1560941670116145626</id><published>2009-10-31T12:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:51:34.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuxqN7xU3fI/AAAAAAAABOI/O35vueCku14/s1600-h/beach_christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398806840925806066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuxqN7xU3fI/AAAAAAAABOI/O35vueCku14/s320/beach_christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, tomorrow is November 1st.  That can only mean one thing--the holiday season is upon us!  In less than a month, there will be Thanksgiving and then Christmas will follow up shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I had Thanksgiving at home, but then went to visit my parents for Christmas.  I don't have anything planned yet for the holidays and the calendar seems to be rushing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for the holidays?  Will there be huge family gatherings? Or quiet days at home?  Is the dwindling economy a factor?  Will the turkey be smaller, the gifts fewer?  Tell me about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-1560941670116145626?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1560941670116145626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1560941670116145626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1560941670116145626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuxqN7xU3fI/AAAAAAAABOI/O35vueCku14/s72-c/beach_christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-1115672371506245964</id><published>2009-10-30T09:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:17:07.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Search Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SurzDoHdabI/AAAAAAAABN4/_TlihoOgolo/s1600-h/searchparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398394346990823858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SurzDoHdabI/AAAAAAAABN4/_TlihoOgolo/s320/searchparty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been on Facebook for about a year now.  I've reconnected with so many folks that I know I couldn't have found any other way.  But, it's made me long for folks that I still can't find.  There are some people in my past that I desperately wish that I could speak to again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One is my elementary school librarian.  She was great.  I loved her.  She was the first person that I met that shared my passion for books.  Of course, I knew that folks read.  But I didn't know anybody else that would rather read than eat, sleep, or do anything else.  Until I met her.  She introduced me to books and authors that I had never even heard of.  She explained the Caldecott and Newberry awards to me.  She listened to me.  She even gathered a group of my friends together and somehow got us into the American Folklife Festival down on the grounds of the National Mall.  Wait, I don't mean that we attended the Festival, we were IN the festival!  I think we did it for 2 or 3 years straight.  About 10 years ago, I tried to reach her through the school and was told that she had retired in the 80s.  I surely wish that I could find her.  Last year, I searched the internet and found a person with her name in the Denver area.  I called and left a message, but no one returned my call.  I often think of her.  As a small child, I'm sure that I didn't convey to her what a huge influence that she was on me and how she impacted the person that I became.  I'd like to thank her for caring about me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are there folks in your lives that you wish you could reconnect with?  Why?  Have you tried?  Why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-1115672371506245964?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1115672371506245964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/search-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1115672371506245964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1115672371506245964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/search-party.html' title='Search Party'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SurzDoHdabI/AAAAAAAABN4/_TlihoOgolo/s72-c/searchparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2036592706373114312</id><published>2009-10-29T09:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:43:39.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Creepy Halloween Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SumbqD8D5lI/AAAAAAAABNg/8oI2135oOqo/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398016775294281298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SumbqD8D5lI/AAAAAAAABNg/8oI2135oOqo/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't celebrate Halloween. I don't participate at all. But I know that some of you do, so I tried to think of a creepy Halloween story to tell. And then I remembered this one. It was about 15 years ago. I'd taken the day off to attend the Halloween Parade at my daughter's school. After the parade, I visited a nearby mall and wandered into a record store.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The record store was empty, except for a salesgirl. As I walked in, she looked up to greet me, but seemed rather startled that I was there. I shrugged it off. But, soon I realized that she was followng me around the store and staring at me, though whenever I turned to look at her, she pretended to be busy. I thought that perhaps she was trying to catch me shoplifting. I found whatever I wanted and took it to the counter. She came up and just stood there staring at me. It was quite bizarre. I had to ask her to ring it up so that I could leave. She was just gaping at me. I grew very uncomfortable. Finally, she said that I was the spitting image of her friend. Her DEAD friend. Her friend that had passed away a few months before, very tragically. I was officially creeped out. I grabbed my bag and left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later that night, while taking the kids trick or treating, I broke my ankle. I ended up in DC's George Washington University Hospital's Emergency Room. There was an endless parade of injured folks that came through that night, most costumed. It was a long night. I waited in a corridor, along with many other folks. I was sitting in a wheelchair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's where the story got creepier. I noticed that the woman across from me, who was there with her injured son, was staring. It didn't bother me much, though, as I was trying to figure out what I could say to get to the doctor to amputate my foot. That's how badly it hurt. After 45 minutes or so, she spoke. She apologized for staring, but that I looked just like her sister. Her DEAD sister. Her sister that had passed away a few months before, very tragically. The SAME person that the chick earlier had asked me about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The woman at the hospital got on the pay phone and called family members, who in turn, started coming to the hospital to gawk at me. When the mother of the deceased arrived, she looked and me and started crying. She took my face into her hands and looked at me for a long time. She thought that I WAS her child. I no longer wanted an amputation, I just wanted crutches to get out of there. She gave me her phone number and asked me to call her the next day. I told her that I would, though I knew that I wouldn't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was finally released. I didn't make the promised call but it bugged me. A few days later, I decided to call, but I couldn't find the number. I went back to the record store. I never saw the clerk again. No one has ever asked me about that girl again since then. Creepy, huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2036592706373114312?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2036592706373114312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/creepy-halloween-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2036592706373114312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2036592706373114312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/creepy-halloween-story.html' title='Creepy Halloween Story'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SumbqD8D5lI/AAAAAAAABNg/8oI2135oOqo/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-1311279288404488264</id><published>2009-10-28T09:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:40:26.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh..CHOO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuhGZ6pSPNI/AAAAAAAABNI/Ib_xtgy3NRI/s1600-h/jimmy-choo-3_keDll_23163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397641564456631506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuhGZ6pSPNI/AAAAAAAABNI/Ib_xtgy3NRI/s320/jimmy-choo-3_keDll_23163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you know who this is? Lean in and look close. Do you recognize him? I thought not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face is not one that's familiar to American women. However, once I tell you what his name is, you'll know his claim to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you one more try. Study that face. Is it familiar at all? Fine then. Fine! I'll tell you--It's Jimmy Choo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why Jimmy Choo is on my mind is because "Yours Truly" finagled an invitation (Thanks FOJ Claudio!!) to a private reception next week at his boutique here in South Florida. He's launching a new line, in partnership with Elton John's AIDS charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who STILL don't know who Mr Jimmy is-- he is THE IT man of luxury shoes and handbags . He is Chinese, but born in Malaysia and made his first shoe at 11 years old. His brand of Jimmy Choo shoes is synonymous with the finest handmade shoes. And if you've never treated your little piggies to a handmade shoe, seek out one of his boutiques and simply try on a pair. But do not, I repeat--DO NOT look at the price tags, for fear that you will faint on the spot. The cheapest pair that I found, under the SALE tab of the website, was more than $200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I hope that I'm able to write something about the Jimmy Choo boutique next week. Since I plan to be way to busy trying on shoes, prepare yourselves that there may not be pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-1311279288404488264?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1311279288404488264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhhhchoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1311279288404488264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1311279288404488264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhhhchoo.html' title='Ahhhh..CHOO!!!!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuhGZ6pSPNI/AAAAAAAABNI/Ib_xtgy3NRI/s72-c/jimmy-choo-3_keDll_23163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4401830071495846067</id><published>2009-10-27T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:07:11.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Heyy---No Hayyyy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SucZpZFDCdI/AAAAAAAABM4/PfDwvJ1WQdI/s1600-h/PumpkinPatch.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397310877324216786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SucZpZFDCdI/AAAAAAAABM4/PfDwvJ1WQdI/s320/PumpkinPatch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's this time of the year, that I miss being up north.  This is the time of year when there are hay rides to go on, pumpkin patches to visit, and jackets to be warm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nooooooo--not here.  Here, there's the beach to visit, air conditioners to be turned on, and shorts to be worn.  Not to mention that 80 degree temps and going to football games simply do NOT go together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's going on in your hood?  What kind of fall activities do you all have?  TRADE YA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4401830071495846067?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4401830071495846067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/heyy-no-hayyyy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4401830071495846067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4401830071495846067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/heyy-no-hayyyy.html' title='Heyy---No Hayyyy!!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SucZpZFDCdI/AAAAAAAABM4/PfDwvJ1WQdI/s72-c/PumpkinPatch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7162342873140320388</id><published>2009-10-26T12:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:38:16.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Granny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The Queen of Gospel Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuXPDkteDpI/AAAAAAAABMo/pfVWFXyBz-Q/s1600-h/mahalia_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396947388774354578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuXPDkteDpI/AAAAAAAABMo/pfVWFXyBz-Q/s320/mahalia_jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was on this day in 1911 that Mahalia Jackson was born in New Orleans. She is considered the first Queen of Gospel Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was very young, not even old enough to go to school. Granny took me to see her sing. It was a little church in DC, I have no idea where. I just remember her voice being so powerful that it made me cry. The only other thing I remember is that I thought she was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a peek at her talent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0a8RNdnhNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0a8RNdnhNo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7162342873140320388?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7162342873140320388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-gospel-music.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7162342873140320388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7162342873140320388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-gospel-music.html' title='The Queen of Gospel Music'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuXPDkteDpI/AAAAAAAABMo/pfVWFXyBz-Q/s72-c/mahalia_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2227565634804921820</id><published>2009-10-25T08:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:58:41.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fast Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuRIuHhE7bI/AAAAAAAABMY/dh65JV5kTm4/s1600-h/girlfriends6875328.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396518210625662386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuRIuHhE7bI/AAAAAAAABMY/dh65JV5kTm4/s320/girlfriends6875328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don't have a lot of girlfriends.  I know a lot of women, but very few are "girlfriends."  However, when I meet one, I know right off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few weeks ago, I emailed someone to secure an invitation to an event that I wanted to cover for Examiner.com.  Another person returned the email.  She was nice enough, and after a short volley of emails back and forth, I had all the information that I needed.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few days later, she emailed me again and said that I should meet a friend of hers, a local jewelry designer.  She sent me some background on "Marilyn."  Marilyn emailed me a few days later and we set up a time to meet.  When she suggested the Bistro at Nordstrom in my favorite mall, I knew that she was my kind of girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I walked up to the Bistro, I didn't see her.  So I looked around.  I'd never even spoken to her on the phone, but as soon as I saw her, I knew it was her and I knew that I liked her.  It was instant.  Lunch was a blur.  We talked and laughed and shared and giggled.  It was so natural and so comfortable, as if we've known each other for years.  She was funny and smart and chic and down to earth, all at the same time.  She bought jewelry for me to see.  I told her about Twitter.  She invited me to a fundraiser that she's chairing.  I told her about a potential client that I wanted to introduce her too.  In the week since the lunch, we've texted and emailed each other.  And we have another lunch scheduled already for this week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it that sometimes folks you meet are instantly "friends" and other folks have to "grow on you"?  Have you had these kinds of experiences?   Aren't they great??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2227565634804921820?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2227565634804921820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/fast-friends.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2227565634804921820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2227565634804921820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/fast-friends.html' title='Fast Friends'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuRIuHhE7bI/AAAAAAAABMY/dh65JV5kTm4/s72-c/girlfriends6875328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-1650056665425657136</id><published>2009-10-24T10:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:47:57.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>My DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuMRvWoFFFI/AAAAAAAABMI/BFFd9zHmADI/s1600-h/shoes_highend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396176283745195090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuMRvWoFFFI/AAAAAAAABMI/BFFd9zHmADI/s320/shoes_highend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born with a very prominent Shopping Gene.  Unfortunately, my DNA lacks the Money Gene.  In it's place, I have the Poor Gene.  The Poor Gene is dominant.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But despite this, I want some shoes.  There is something very therapeutic for me about holding a bag that holds a box of brand new shoes in my size.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I plan to buy some shoes today.  My husband is going to behead me.  Lucky for you, he will probably leave my hands intact, so I will be able to continue to blog. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-1650056665425657136?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1650056665425657136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dna.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1650056665425657136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1650056665425657136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dna.html' title='My DNA'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuMRvWoFFFI/AAAAAAAABMI/BFFd9zHmADI/s72-c/shoes_highend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4185055402469518447</id><published>2009-10-23T13:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:42:19.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuHpsbfvJVI/AAAAAAAABL4/thZObqYoB6A/s1600-h/ipod_heart.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395850778070951250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuHpsbfvJVI/AAAAAAAABL4/thZObqYoB6A/s320/ipod_heart.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, the iPod turns 8 years old.  Seems like we've had them forever, huh?  That first iPod didn't have a lot of features--just portable music.  Now iPods have video cameras, photos, movies, applications, etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I resisted the temptation, and only in the last few years did I get an iPod.  But I certainly do love it.  It usually stays in the the car, but I'll take it out if I'm traveling.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have one?  When did you get it?  Has it changed your life?  How?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4185055402469518447?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4185055402469518447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4185055402469518447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4185055402469518447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuHpsbfvJVI/AAAAAAAABL4/thZObqYoB6A/s72-c/ipod_heart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-8626388038959787246</id><published>2009-10-22T10:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:46:22.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='v'/><title type='text'>Three Weeks in October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuBsszOxNzI/AAAAAAAABLY/23B5G-R5JSk/s1600-h/sniper-v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395431870512052018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuBsszOxNzI/AAAAAAAABLY/23B5G-R5JSk/s320/sniper-v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where were you during those three weeks in October when two men held the DC area hostage, killing ten and injuring three others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it vividly. A year after 9/11, things were just getting back to normal, when all heck broke lose. I lived in Montgomery County, Maryland, a county that typically had 15 murders a year. Everyone knew immediately that something was amiss when we had 5 murders in 1 day. For the next three weeks, life was anything but normal. Every trip outside the house was tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked, but I pulled my children out of school when a young man was shot at school. I've always said that 9/11 was the single most terrifying day that I'd ever lived through. The Beltway Sniper crisis was 3 weeks of terror. Friends checking on friends. Family checking on family. Neighbors checking on neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so relived when it all ended. I was also saddened when it was revealed that one of the snipers was so young, and had lived such a tragic life. I know that he killed without regard, but my heart still breaks when I think about him. I also think of Conrad Johnson, the last victim, who I knew from the neighborhood. He was murdered in the early morning on this very day, seven years ago. I think of all the victims and their families, especially this time of year. And I think of our police chief, Charles Moose, who was thrust into the national spotlight. Many folks didn't care for him, but he was always TOPS in my book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll ever understand what it was all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-8626388038959787246?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8626388038959787246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-weeks-in-october.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8626388038959787246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8626388038959787246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-weeks-in-october.html' title='Three Weeks in October'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SuBsszOxNzI/AAAAAAAABLY/23B5G-R5JSk/s72-c/sniper-v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-1142147206242615158</id><published>2009-10-21T10:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:58:24.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Work--Yes or No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/St8dzRp31XI/AAAAAAAABLI/9KNjf6VU-Zg/s1600-h/mom-baby-work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395063645362705778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/St8dzRp31XI/AAAAAAAABLI/9KNjf6VU-Zg/s320/mom-baby-work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. I confess. I watch Dr Phil. hehehe...Anyhow, this morning Dr Phil played referee between two groups of women--Working Moms vs Stay at Home Moms. I had no idea how controversial this was. There was major attitude and at some points, insults were hurled. I thought it might come to blows. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both groups thought their way was the best and the other way was the stupidest thing that they had ever heard. Whatever happened to doing what's best for you and your family? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a working mother. My mother was a working mother. I never really gave it a lot of thought when I was growing up. Heck, I LOVED that my mom worked, that meant that I ate!!! I also have friends that had stay at home moms. Those moms were cool too. I don't think either option is an automatic "best." Again, folks should do what's best for them. And if you are on the outside, looking in--STAY IN YOUR LANE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-1142147206242615158?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1142147206242615158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/work-yes-or-no.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1142147206242615158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1142147206242615158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/work-yes-or-no.html' title='Work--Yes or No?'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/St8dzRp31XI/AAAAAAAABLI/9KNjf6VU-Zg/s72-c/mom-baby-work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2253466311885815786</id><published>2009-10-20T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:54:39.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Addicted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/St3cVFrTn0I/AAAAAAAABK4/GMu-e9BJ2lo/s1600-h/bejeweled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394710183518904130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/St3cVFrTn0I/AAAAAAAABK4/GMu-e9BJ2lo/s320/bejeweled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; While watching Dr Phil this morning, I realized something about myself.  I have an addictive personality, at least according to him.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find things and become obsessed about them.  It generally passes when I find a new obsession.  I think it's harmless since it has been things like BeJeweled2, Twitter, raspberry lemonade water ice, and french fries from McDonald's.  At least it's not cigarettes or crack, huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you a fellow addict?  What kinds of things do you obsess about?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2253466311885815786?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2253466311885815786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2253466311885815786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2253466311885815786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/addicted.html' title='Addicted!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/St3cVFrTn0I/AAAAAAAABK4/GMu-e9BJ2lo/s72-c/bejeweled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-8658036557886661587</id><published>2009-10-19T08:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:44:32.253-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>When Did It Change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StxcfM5a8NI/AAAAAAAABKo/tFU_VGm1ZfU/s1600-h/Homecoming08Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394288144790778066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StxcfM5a8NI/AAAAAAAABKo/tFU_VGm1ZfU/s320/Homecoming08Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, this was Homecoming Weekend for my daughter.  But Homecoming has drastically changed from the ones that I remember.  When did it change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all, why can one not find a simple, conservative evening dress for a young lady?  It seems that if she isn't willing to "let it all hang out," she will be hard pressed to find something suitable.  Why is everything strapless or mini skirt short?  Why are slits way up the thigh or plunges so deep in the back that you have to remind yourself to "say no to cracks"??  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what about the costs of the dance?  Whatever happened to having the homecoming dance in the gymnasium with paper streamers and ballooon arches?  My daughter's school rented out a local nightclub, which was fine with me until the pricing was announced.  It was on a sliding scale--the first week that tickets were available it was $75 PER PERSON.  Every week afterwards, the price went up $5.  Wow wee.  Luckily, my daughter got a free ticket for doing well on some standardized testing last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some kids rented limousines and went all out.  I kept scratching my head.  This is HOMECOMING not PROM.  Gee whiz--When did it change????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-8658036557886661587?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8658036557886661587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-did-it-change.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8658036557886661587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8658036557886661587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-did-it-change.html' title='When Did It Change?'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StxcfM5a8NI/AAAAAAAABKo/tFU_VGm1ZfU/s72-c/Homecoming08Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4615144831015121497</id><published>2009-10-18T07:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T07:46:10.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ'/><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Str5j39-6EI/AAAAAAAABKQ/yLt544Jv-L8/s1600-h/rafianteby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393897898444253250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Str5j39-6EI/AAAAAAAABKQ/yLt544Jv-L8/s320/rafianteby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Anyone that touched base with me yesterday, heard my raves about &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bullets4peace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bullets 4 Peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. I first heard about this company a few months ago. They take recycled bullets and fashion them into jewelry, as a statement against violence and also to promote world peace. They have been embraced by the celebrity crowd and are one of those trendy accessories that all the IT folks have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Friday night, owner/designer/new FOJ Rafi Anteby used nude models (with body paint), fire dancers, and video to tell the company's story. I was WAY impressed. You can read my take on it &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner~y2009m10d17-Bullets-4-Peace-took-aim-at-Rock-Fashion-Week-Miami-Beach-and-hit-the-bullseye"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, complete with video. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyhow, yesterday I touted the message of Bullets 4 Peace to anyone who would listen. Imagine my surprise last night when I got to Rock Fashion Week Miami's final night and found that I my seat was just a few seats away from Rafi. We chatted a bit and I told him about my review. He bought it up on his phone and read it. At the end of the night, he beckoned me over. I went over and we talked a bit more, and hugged good night. He said, "But wait, my new friend, I have something for you." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave me a Bullet 4 Peace. I was so touched. He has such a good heart and for him to recognize me in such a way really moved me. I'll always cherish it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments, priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4615144831015121497?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4615144831015121497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/gift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4615144831015121497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4615144831015121497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Str5j39-6EI/AAAAAAAABKQ/yLt544Jv-L8/s72-c/rafianteby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7880408375161842949</id><published>2009-10-16T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:46:57.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Is It True?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StiFmFvXYfI/AAAAAAAABKI/jN028aMVtgA/s1600-h/jiffypop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393207443198534130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StiFmFvXYfI/AAAAAAAABKI/jN028aMVtgA/s320/jiffypop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, of course I have an opinion.  My opinion is that someone should be punished.  I mean, really?  Seriously?  The whole country watched your child floating over Colorado for 2 hours in a giant Jiffy Pop package and he was at home the whole time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some loose ends though.  Why did you build this contraption?  Why would you let your children near it?  Why did your son, just purely by coincidence, decide to film the "accidental" takeoff?  And my main question--How do you all support yourselves and your penchant for building giant Jiffy Pop thingies??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I stated yesterday, the yearn for celebrity-ism is not pretty.  Obviously these parents don't read my blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7880408375161842949?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7880408375161842949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-true.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7880408375161842949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7880408375161842949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-true.html' title='Is It True?'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StiFmFvXYfI/AAAAAAAABKI/jN028aMVtgA/s72-c/jiffypop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4722874503680667497</id><published>2009-10-15T13:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:46:18.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Stda8V3OMLI/AAAAAAAABJo/P-fsUNsP6Jw/s1600-h/719.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392879071506870450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Stda8V3OMLI/AAAAAAAABJo/P-fsUNsP6Jw/s320/719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, thanks to new FOJ Susan, of NYC-based Bella PR, I scored tickets to ALL of the fashion shows taking place during Rock Fashion Week Miami Beach. This four day fusion of music and fashion is one of the hippest Miami events. Which should have been my first clue. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festivities started last night with The Pink Dress Collection and Russell Simmons' new ARGYLECULTURE line. It was held at the Eden Roc Hotel down on Miami Beach, poolside. I got to hang with the beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, the beautiful folks sleep all day and party all night, so the first show started way after the 9pm scheduled time. No worries, I rested all day, in anticipation. I got there and was promptly given a VIP pass and escorted to my seat. I was in the FRONT row (I LOVE SUSAN!!). There weren't many seats and most of the crowd was standing, so I felt a bit celebrity-ish. My nose, without any prompting from me, lifted a few inches from it's usual state. The show was great. The runway ran down the middle of the pool and the models were amazing. You can read all about it &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner~y2009m10d15-Rock-Fashion-Week-kicks-off-with-The-Pink-Dress-Collection"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after the first show, I mingled a bit, always pausing to make sure my wrist band and VIP pass were showing. I KNOW folks were wondering who I was and if I was important. IF they only knew--hahahahah! Soon, the DJ announced that everyone should take their seats, as Russ' show was starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my seat. A woman a few seats down came over and asked if I could move down a seat. My newfound celebrityism kicked up a notch. And again, without any prompting from me, my nose went up in the air. I have no idea why it kept doing this. I refused. She said that her "friend" needed a seat. I asked what that had to do with me. She was actually VERY nice and tried to explain that since there was nobody in the seat on the other side of me, I could just slide down to accomodate her and her friend. UMMMM..nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, long about now, her "friend" shows up. Imagine the look on my face when her friend was none other than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392881973934156834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StddlSPz7CI/AAAAAAAABJw/-E0EnKcKan4/s320/idris2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie star, Idris Elba!!! Well, why didn't she say THAT???? OF COURSE, I can move down. Why CERTAINLY!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, being celebrity-ish just does NOT pay. He was such a nice guy and we chatting for a good while. Tonight, I'm going to be nice to everyone!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4722874503680667497?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4722874503680667497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-times.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4722874503680667497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4722874503680667497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Stda8V3OMLI/AAAAAAAABJo/P-fsUNsP6Jw/s72-c/719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-922257410029561066</id><published>2009-10-14T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:42:42.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Light at the End of the Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StXh4QZiZrI/AAAAAAAABJY/SOCPiFI17bc/s1600-h/coke.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392464485437040306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StXh4QZiZrI/AAAAAAAABJY/SOCPiFI17bc/s320/coke.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I see my hematologist again at the end of the month.  And, no matter what, he's said that he WILL take me off of the iv iron for a few months.  One would think that I would be overjoyed at not having to get an iv twice a week.  One would think I would be happy that I could stop paying my insurance co-payment twice a week.  One would think, huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, the ONE thing that I'm most excited about is the re-introduction of caffeine into my system.  There's a little pharmacy/store on the ground floor of the medical building where my doctor is and I plan to leave his office, head down to the store, and buy the biggest bottle of Coke that I can find.  I plan to drink it standing right at the refrigerator, before I even pay for it.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, my drinks of choice are Coke/Pepsi and tea.  And for some reason, caffeine hinders the ability of one's body to absorb iron, so I haven't had any, guilt-free, in months.  Now, NOTICE---I didn't say I hadn't had any.  I said GUILT-FREE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyhow, I can't wait to overindulge...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-922257410029561066?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/922257410029561066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/922257410029561066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/922257410029561066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Light at the End of the Tunnel'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StXh4QZiZrI/AAAAAAAABJY/SOCPiFI17bc/s72-c/coke.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-9090159219700625084</id><published>2009-10-13T07:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:04:52.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Corn Smoothies in the Dolphin Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StRlijVxcPI/AAAAAAAABJA/tHYLPfBp9CA/s1600-h/corn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392046298145845490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StRlijVxcPI/AAAAAAAABJA/tHYLPfBp9CA/s320/corn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when I'd thought that I had seen it all, I saw something yesterday that truly amazed me.  I ventured way out of my comfort zone to a shopping mall that I don't frequent very much.  I've been there 3 times in the nearly 8 years that I've been here.  But when Homecoming is this weekend and your daughter has yet to find a dress, you do drastic things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within a half hour, we'd found a dress (Yay!!) and then 15 minutes later, we had shoes to match.  We ventured over to the food court.  Here's where I got the shock.  The most popular place in the food court sold corn and corn products.  Yes, CORN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could buy cups of corn in various sizes.  They had regular corn.  They also had corn scampi (topped with butter, garlic and salt).  They had all kinds of toppings to go on the corn, including chipotle, teriyaki, lemon, chili powder, etc.  Then they had corn muffins, corn soup, arepas, and corn smoothies.  CORN SMOOTHIES???  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a guy giving out samples and I tried the scampi.  Although it was tasty, walking the mall with a cup of corn just didn't appeal to me.  And folks were waiting in line to buy the stuff.  Did I mention that it wasn't cheap??  A large cup, about the size of your average styrofoam coffee cup was $4.99.  Perhaps I should take a second look at this thing.  Or maybe I could create a spin-off.  I could use rice.  Or tomatoes.  Or grits.  Would you buy it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-9090159219700625084?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/9090159219700625084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/corn-smoothies-in-dolphin-mall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/9090159219700625084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/9090159219700625084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/corn-smoothies-in-dolphin-mall.html' title='Corn Smoothies in the Dolphin Mall'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StRlijVxcPI/AAAAAAAABJA/tHYLPfBp9CA/s72-c/corn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4017327141112867904</id><published>2009-10-12T09:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:37:30.880-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Granny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>I Just Can't Do It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StMvbaWim0I/AAAAAAAABI4/viVHYNwkbn4/s1600-h/sadface.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391705326869453634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StMvbaWim0I/AAAAAAAABI4/viVHYNwkbn4/s320/sadface.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, they say honesty is the best policy.  So, I'll be honest.  I had a topic today that I wanted to bring to you.  Today is my Granny's birthday.  She would have been 86 today, had she not passed away 4 years ago, 2 days AFTER her birthday.  This period is the worse for me all year long.  I dread it.  But I so wanted to tell you how special she was. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I sit down to start writing a wonderful tribute to her, I realized that time has NOT healed all wounds and it was just too difficult.  So let's just pretend that I poured my heart out and made you all know how warm, kind, funny, and special that she was to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4017327141112867904?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4017327141112867904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-cant-do-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4017327141112867904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4017327141112867904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-cant-do-it.html' title='I Just Can&apos;t Do It...'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StMvbaWim0I/AAAAAAAABI4/viVHYNwkbn4/s72-c/sadface.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-1170192430365793001</id><published>2009-10-11T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:26:16.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StHb9dbnJgI/AAAAAAAABIo/4NS854h4aYw/s1600-h/columbus-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391332077858137602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StHb9dbnJgI/AAAAAAAABIo/4NS854h4aYw/s320/columbus-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Tomorrow, October 12th, Americans celebrate the day that Columbus arrived here in 1492.  As always, I have a question about this.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did Columbus "discover" America, if there were folks here when he got here?  Usually, "discovery" means that you are the first there.  But if there were natives to greet you, how did you "discover" it?  Thoughts, anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-1170192430365793001?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1170192430365793001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/discovery.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1170192430365793001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1170192430365793001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StHb9dbnJgI/AAAAAAAABIo/4NS854h4aYw/s72-c/columbus-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-6536750506919340055</id><published>2009-10-10T11:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:44:34.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><title type='text'>Life Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StCpfCYLGuI/AAAAAAAABIY/hmVS4VTJ09M/s1600-h/sat-testing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390995104641784546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StCpfCYLGuI/AAAAAAAABIY/hmVS4VTJ09M/s320/sat-testing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, my daughter takes her final SAT tests. Amazingly, it carries a lot of weight with college admission departments. I'm not sure that I understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, you need to know the mathematical value of pi to succeed in life, right? And surely, you'll have use for dissecting sentences regularly as a "grown-up," right?  I think we should totally reinvent the SATs to make sure our youth are truly ready for life. We can test their knowledge on things like balancing checkcards and changing tires and how to properly behavior in the work environment. Wouldn't that make more sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-6536750506919340055?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6536750506919340055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6536750506919340055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6536750506919340055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-testing.html' title='Life Testing'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/StCpfCYLGuI/AAAAAAAABIY/hmVS4VTJ09M/s72-c/sat-testing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-5707440979237175448</id><published>2009-10-09T09:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:03:47.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>End of an Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Ss8_lqJSKnI/AAAAAAAABII/Jk2bqL9WR-Y/s1600-h/benschilibowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390597195186711154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Ss8_lqJSKnI/AAAAAAAABII/Jk2bqL9WR-Y/s320/benschilibowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other night, my beloved hometown lost a great one.  Ben Ali passed on.  Ben, along with his wife Virginia, founded &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.benschilibowl.com"&gt;Ben's Chili Bowl &lt;/a&gt;in 1958.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben's has been an institution in Washington, DC ever since.  Many feel that Barack Obama's visit last year put Ben's on the map, but I beg to differ.  Homegrown folks, along with tourists who've done their homework, have paraded through Ben's for years.  If you've never had a chili half smoke, do yourself a favor, trek over to the U Street corridor, and throw caution to the wind.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben's is one of those places where families of tourists sit next to businessmen with their ties tossed over their shoulders and everyone is digging in.  In between are local, national, and international celebrities.  Never be surprised at who's sitting next to you in Ben's.  They are open nearly 24 hours a day, closing for only a few hours for cleaning and restocking.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Ben was a good guy, as are his children, who've been running the place in recent years.  I sure wish I could get there this weekend.  RIP Mr Ali...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-5707440979237175448?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5707440979237175448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5707440979237175448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5707440979237175448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-era.html' title='End of an Era'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Ss8_lqJSKnI/AAAAAAAABII/Jk2bqL9WR-Y/s72-c/benschilibowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-1945832478534021247</id><published>2009-10-08T14:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:11:16.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Ta Da!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Ss4p93b7SeI/AAAAAAAABHw/vZcd8XoGNpI/s1600-h/stagecurtains.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390291946838903266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Ss4p93b7SeI/AAAAAAAABHw/vZcd8XoGNpI/s320/stagecurtains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when you thought it wouldn't happen, I've posted VIDEO!!!! I shot and posted video of FOJ Michelle on my examiner page.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was the first editing sequence that was a piece of cake.  I even froze a frame of the video and made a still picture.  Perhaps I CAN do this after all.  In fact, I kind of liked it.  I'm ALL OVER THIS!!  Steven Spielberg--watch out, I'm coming for ya!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check it out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner~y2009m10d8-Fashionista-Focus--Michelle-DiMarco-of-Lilac--Lilies-Boutique"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; and let me know what you think.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-1945832478534021247?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1945832478534021247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/ta-da.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1945832478534021247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1945832478534021247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/ta-da.html' title='Ta Da!!!!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Ss4p93b7SeI/AAAAAAAABHw/vZcd8XoGNpI/s72-c/stagecurtains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-1373047010519907386</id><published>2009-10-07T10:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:52:54.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><title type='text'>My Husband--The Voice of Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsyqlvwpweI/AAAAAAAABHo/f4shb6177ZU/s1600-h/husband.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389870419508052450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsyqlvwpweI/AAAAAAAABHo/f4shb6177ZU/s320/husband.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I don't make good decisions.  I would even venture to say that a LOT of times, I don't make good decisions.  Luckily, I have a husband that always sees things in an objective light, and is usually able to show me, without being condescending, the error of my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who helps you when you go way too far overboard?  How do they reel you in?  Do you fight them all the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it.  Be frank--you're among friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-1373047010519907386?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1373047010519907386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-husband-voice-of-reason.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1373047010519907386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/1373047010519907386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-husband-voice-of-reason.html' title='My Husband--The Voice of Reason'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsyqlvwpweI/AAAAAAAABHo/f4shb6177ZU/s72-c/husband.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2833340645772478020</id><published>2009-10-06T10:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:37:05.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phone'/><title type='text'>Rebate Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SstUzpM5FOI/AAAAAAAABHQ/R8q07byYllg/s1600-h/rant-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389494625288918242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SstUzpM5FOI/AAAAAAAABHQ/R8q07byYllg/s320/rant-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, it felt so good to rant last week, that I thought I'd do it again this week.  Let's Rant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that mail in rebates are scams.  Over the weekend, I bought my daughter a new phone.  The sales guy kept pushing the "rebate" angle--"You know this phone has a rebate.  You realize that this isn't the real price--you'll get the rebate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck IS a rebate?  Why not give me the REAL price today and save me a stamp, you a stamp, and 6 weeks time??  Are they hoping that I don't send it in and therefore NEVER get the REAL price?  Isn't THIS the real price if you expect to get it today in REAL money? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who invented rebates anyhow?? OFF with their heads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2833340645772478020?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2833340645772478020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebate-rant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2833340645772478020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2833340645772478020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebate-rant.html' title='Rebate Rant'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SstUzpM5FOI/AAAAAAAABHQ/R8q07byYllg/s72-c/rant-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-520314375743813590</id><published>2009-10-05T08:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:31:13.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Tardy for the Vampire Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsnjQ9ZA1NI/AAAAAAAABG4/ZP7x7d60Iqk/s1600-h/j0444668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389088309622396114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsnjQ9ZA1NI/AAAAAAAABG4/ZP7x7d60Iqk/s320/j0444668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last fall, when the Twilight movie came up amidst much hype, I had no idea what the hoopla was about.  All anyone could tell me was that it was a movie based on a children's book series about vampires.  I was so not interested.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the first of the year, Twitter was all abuzz about Twilight.  Folks that I respected kept recommending that I read the books.  I found the first one in Target for about 6 bucks, but I didn't buy it because I was expecting my Kindle in a couple weeks.  I decided to read the Twilight series on my Kindle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Twilight series were amongst the first books that I downloaded in Kindle format.  I was hooked after the first paragraph.  I think I went through the 4 book series in about a week.  I could have done it quicker, but I spent a lot of time staring into space after reading a chapter, letting it sink in.  They are not about vampires, but rather about love and family.  By the time the movie came out on video, I was ready.  I got it that first day.  I thought the movie was such a disappointment and was kind of glad that I hadn't seen it first.  Based on the movie, I would have NEVER read the books. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then True Blood started on HBO, based on the Sookie Stackhouse book series.  Again, I was so not interested.  But FOJs Lisa and Jan made me jealous by talking about it all the time.  They made it seem so exciting.  So late into the second season of the show, I bought the first season on DVD.  Again, I went through the 12 episodes in about a week and can't wait to see the second season.  I'm afraid to buy the books, though I have looked them up in Kindle format and see that I can get all 8 books for about $30.  I never thought I would be into vampire books.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you read these books?  Do you watch True Blood?  Are you even interested?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-520314375743813590?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/520314375743813590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/tardy-for-vampire-party.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/520314375743813590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/520314375743813590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/tardy-for-vampire-party.html' title='Tardy for the Vampire Party'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsnjQ9ZA1NI/AAAAAAAABG4/ZP7x7d60Iqk/s72-c/j0444668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-685572883850721456</id><published>2009-10-04T10:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:47:39.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Ssi0AarUHfI/AAAAAAAABGw/JjNZPuEhYr4/s1600-h/ritas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388754873402793458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Ssi0AarUHfI/AAAAAAAABGw/JjNZPuEhYr4/s320/ritas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I found a new obsession, Rita's Raspberry Lemonade Water Ice.  I've had it about 5 times in the last 2 weeks.  That's how my obsessions work.  I find something.  I overdo it.  I don't like it anymore.  Why is that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I find something new, enjoy it a while, keep enjoying it and keep having it as a favorite?  I'm so irritated with myself.  Every waking moment, including those spent walking, is focused on my next cup of water ice.  How do I stop the madness?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-685572883850721456?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/685572883850721456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/obsessions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/685572883850721456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/685572883850721456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/obsessions.html' title='Obsessions'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Ssi0AarUHfI/AAAAAAAABGw/JjNZPuEhYr4/s72-c/ritas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-3402196801685772567</id><published>2009-10-03T08:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:29:02.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><title type='text'>Centenarians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsdBq8cotnI/AAAAAAAABGc/xbhM3DJq3AQ/s1600-h/100thbirthday.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388347685208634994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsdBq8cotnI/AAAAAAAABGc/xbhM3DJq3AQ/s320/100thbirthday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; This morning, I heard that medical science has so advanced that babies born today are expected to have life expectancy of at least 100 years.  Wow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While this is great news, it also came with several downsides.  Social Security will go bust--as it can't pay all of the folks expected to collect.  Also, few folks will be able to save enough throughout their lives to care for themselves after retirement.  That retirement age is expected to be moved up, with most folks working into their 80s.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess, just like with everything else, that good news like this is only good until the reality sinks in.  On the other hand, I believe that true glory comes in the afterlife.  And if that is so, living to 100 just doesn't sound that appealing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-3402196801685772567?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3402196801685772567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/centenarians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3402196801685772567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3402196801685772567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/centenarians.html' title='Centenarians'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsdBq8cotnI/AAAAAAAABGc/xbhM3DJq3AQ/s72-c/100thbirthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7805509912733067923</id><published>2009-10-02T10:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:50:26.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Rick vs Whoopi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsYP6BUwgII/AAAAAAAABGM/YBoYV0edrCI/s1600-h/rick_sanchez_cnn.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388011493657706626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsYP6BUwgII/AAAAAAAABGM/YBoYV0edrCI/s320/rick_sanchez_cnn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I'm a fan of Rick Sanchez.  He has a show on CNN every afternoon.  I'm usually in agreement with him.  On Wednesday, he took on the Roman Polanski issue.  He took offense with many of the Hollywood elite who were in defense of Mr Polanski.  He specifically called out Whoopi Goldberg for comments on The View.  Here's the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=3etNiWhcEXw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;video&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I like Whoopi, but I couldn't stand with her on this.  Well, apparently, Whoopi got way upset.  Rick revisited the issue yesterday.  Whoopi said she was misunderstood.  She meant that he wasn't charged with rape.  But like Rick says on yesterday's show (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vmd2alHDw7Y"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;)--what the original crime is and what u end up being charged with are sometimes way far apart, depending on how good your attorney is.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta stick with Rick on this one.  Sorry Whoopi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7805509912733067923?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7805509912733067923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/rick-vs-whoopi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7805509912733067923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7805509912733067923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/rick-vs-whoopi.html' title='Rick vs Whoopi'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsYP6BUwgII/AAAAAAAABGM/YBoYV0edrCI/s72-c/rick_sanchez_cnn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-8779374376957885215</id><published>2009-10-01T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:55:55.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>One Thing is Clear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsTCKxNsMtI/AAAAAAAABF8/AOYqBWnA7dY/s1600-h/boutique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387644544507196114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsTCKxNsMtI/AAAAAAAABF8/AOYqBWnA7dY/s320/boutique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Last night, I covered the grand opening of the new Carolina Herrera Boutique, here in Miami.  You can read all about &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner~y2009m10d1-Carolina-Herrera-Boutique-at-Bal-Harbour-opens-in-grand-style"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.  And for once, there was no story behind the story.  Unless you count the fact that there are HAVES and HAVENOTS in this world and I am quite certain of which I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, I do have a great family, the best friends, super readers of my writings, and good health(fingers crossed on that one).  Please know that I love all of you--even those who are as broke as I am!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-8779374376957885215?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8779374376957885215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-is-clear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8779374376957885215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8779374376957885215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-is-clear.html' title='One Thing is Clear...'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsTCKxNsMtI/AAAAAAAABF8/AOYqBWnA7dY/s72-c/boutique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7753418416812231091</id><published>2009-09-30T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:41:57.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Should He Go Free?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsOWj09a_HI/AAAAAAAABFk/uIosqnfO0rc/s1600-h/father-daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387315121521097842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsOWj09a_HI/AAAAAAAABFk/uIosqnfO0rc/s320/father-daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; What's your take on Roman Polanski?  Sure, he's a great film maker.  Sure, his wife was brutally murdered.  Sure, some probably think he's a great person.  But I'm sorry.  I just can't get past the fact that he coerced a CHILD into sex.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've heard the argument that it was so long ago.  So what?  The only reason that all this time has elapsed is because he fled the country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've also heard that the victim does not want him punished.  But again, the victim was a child.  Recently, a monster was caught after kidnapping, and holding a child captive for 18 years.  He even fathered her children.  She was with him longer than she was with her family.  She, too, doesn't want him punished.  But I don't think the child victim can make that decision.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no place in civil society for adults that prey on children.  I do, however, believe in the power of PRAYER.  I just prefer to pray for him while he's behind bars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7753418416812231091?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7753418416812231091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/should-he-go-free.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7753418416812231091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7753418416812231091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/should-he-go-free.html' title='Should He Go Free?'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsOWj09a_HI/AAAAAAAABFk/uIosqnfO0rc/s72-c/father-daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2576043818972028781</id><published>2009-09-29T11:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:28:27.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>The Game Show Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsIk9ExpYfI/AAAAAAAABFM/wlPJvgdWhBY/s1600-h/moviecamera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386908735961129458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsIk9ExpYfI/AAAAAAAABFM/wlPJvgdWhBY/s320/moviecamera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; In our house, we sometimes have wacky conversations.  This past Sunday night, during one of them, my 12 year old son announced that he doesn't watch movies that are older than him, because they are OLD.  We all laughed because MOST good movies ARE older than him, he was born in 1996!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, yesterday was a school holiday and he and I spent most of the day watching tv together.  And, as usual, I let him choose what we would watch.  While he may not watch MOVIES that are older than him, he doesn't seem to mind watching GAME SHOWS that are older than him.  We watched Password, Match Game, Family Feud and others.  The episodes were hilarious--Gene Rayburn, who passed away in 1999, hosting episodes that featured Richard Dawson, Brett Sommers, Charles Nelson Reilly, and Fannie Flagg.  Not only did he watch for hours, he couldn't figure out why they weren't saying obvious answers like microwave, cell phone, and internet.  You should have seen his face when I told him that those shows were from the 70's.  How funny!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2576043818972028781?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2576043818972028781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/game-show-network.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2576043818972028781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2576043818972028781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/game-show-network.html' title='The Game Show Network'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsIk9ExpYfI/AAAAAAAABFM/wlPJvgdWhBY/s72-c/moviecamera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2580418989719597821</id><published>2009-09-28T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:04:23.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>The Good Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsDNeZ3nk8I/AAAAAAAABE0/OEh-jULqulc/s1600-h/walking-exercise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386531076559049666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsDNeZ3nk8I/AAAAAAAABE0/OEh-jULqulc/s320/walking-exercise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, yesterday Husband and I decided that we were going to start walking together daily.  It sounded like such a good idea.  We decided that we would do it every morning at 8am.  Again, that sounded so reasonable.  Everything always sounds better when it's not time to do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, this morning when I got up, about 5, it no longer sounded like a good idea.  In fact, the whole thing sounded rather sucky.  And by 7:30, I decided that I would rather stab myself in the eye with a flaming fork than go walking.  It was already more than 80 degrees and humid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, I had a talk with myself.  And myself understood. And we did it.  Though, we were a bit late.  We got to the track right at 8:30.  I put on my ipod and started putting one foot in front of the other.  About a half mile in, I started getting assorted aches and pains.  I turned the volume up.  When I couldn't bear to look up anymore, I just looked at my feet.  But I kept going.  And when the hour was up, I'd done 3 miles.  Husband actually RAN part of the way.  Well, bless his heart because that was so not in me.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way home, we talked about our commitment to this.  We revised it a bit, as we may have been a bit ambitious.  We'll walk 4 days a week--Mon/Tues/Thurs/Fri.  In celebration of our commitment though, we did stop at one of those newfangled smoothie places, where we got to have the yuckiest sounding ingredients blended together.  It irritates me that the girls who work there are reed thin.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need a nap...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2580418989719597821?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2580418989719597821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2580418989719597821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2580418989719597821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-idea.html' title='The Good Idea'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SsDNeZ3nk8I/AAAAAAAABE0/OEh-jULqulc/s72-c/walking-exercise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-6561986861573952062</id><published>2009-09-27T09:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:54:59.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Buy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sr9rbKNQp1I/AAAAAAAABEs/5X69DJtCLlI/s1600-h/sickcomputer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386141793699014482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sr9rbKNQp1I/AAAAAAAABEs/5X69DJtCLlI/s320/sickcomputer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Thursday night, I attended an uber fabulous jewelry trunk show at a local boutique.  I covered it for Examiner.com.  You can read that story &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-21785-Miami-Fashion-and-Style-Examiner~y2009m9d26-Fevi-Reyes-Designs-trunk-show-is-a-huge-hit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.  But as usual, there's a story behind the story.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, I got ready to write the story.  I downloaded the pictures and video to my desktop.  I logged into the publishing tool and started writing--and the computer CRASHED!  It just rebooted itself.  I was a bit taken aback, but okay fine--I guess I can live with that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Windows came back up and just as I got to the Desktop, it rebooted itself again.  I think this is where I started to panic a bit.  But I tried to remain calm.  The pattern started--Desktop/Reboot.  After about 5 times, I remembered that I hadn't saved the video to the Flip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I yelled for my husband.  He is always so calm.  He said, simply, "Let's take it in."  I agreed.  Within a half hour, we were in line at Geek Squad inside Best Buy.  There a 19 year old genius announced that the computer wasn't working properly.  Hmmph..as if I hadn't figured that out.  I reminded him that I had stuff in my refrigerator older than him.  He said that he thought it could be fixed, but wasn't sure if he could save my data.  I walked away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked right over to the new computers.  They have all kinds there.  Big ones, little ones, black ones, white ones, pink ones... If I wasn't such a brokeaholic, I would have bought a new one.  But I am.  So I didn't.  Boy Genius says it should be ready by Tuesday.  All I could think about was FOJ Denise's recent experience with Geek Squad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-6561986861573952062?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6561986861573952062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/technical-difficulties.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6561986861573952062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6561986861573952062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sr9rbKNQp1I/AAAAAAAABEs/5X69DJtCLlI/s72-c/sickcomputer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-3169362579750369625</id><published>2009-09-26T09:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:11:10.716-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Sex and the Senior Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sr4gTLoMZmI/AAAAAAAABEc/E3-_6GaHbxw/s1600-h/srwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385777718292670050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sr4gTLoMZmI/AAAAAAAABEc/E3-_6GaHbxw/s320/srwedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I come to my readers, yet again, for enlightenment. Yesterday, during a very casual conversation, it was revealed to me that many middle aged folks are getting married for the sole purpose of sex. I didn't believe it then and I most certainly don't believe it now. I even said, "Anybody over the age of 50 that is getting married based SOLELY on sex is dumb." And I got clobbered. Is it true? Do I need to clean the lens of my rose colored glasses? Is this really happening? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now before you all give me the definition of the word "Cougar" and tell me about the new show on television, that is NOT what I'm talking about. I'm NOT speaking on older folks who date younger folks. That is NOT what I want help with. I am talking about marrying someone for NO OTHER reason than sex. NOT love, NOT commitment, NOT financial security, NOT anything except SEX.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this is true, I will be majorly disappointed in my peers.  Perhaps I give them more credit than they deserve.  I just find it strange that teens are having sex without marriage and their parents are getting married FOR sex.  Is there something that I'm missing here? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-3169362579750369625?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3169362579750369625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/sex-and-senior-wedding.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3169362579750369625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3169362579750369625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/sex-and-senior-wedding.html' title='Sex and the Senior Wedding'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sr4gTLoMZmI/AAAAAAAABEc/E3-_6GaHbxw/s72-c/srwedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-834292387615706654</id><published>2009-09-25T12:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:30:25.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Disney Interactive Studios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sr0CC1w5r0I/AAAAAAAABEE/-X1M-exuwXI/s1600-h/Disney_interactive_studios+logo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385462977220161346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sr0CC1w5r0I/AAAAAAAABEE/-X1M-exuwXI/s320/Disney_interactive_studios+logo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last month, the good folks at &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyinteractivestudios/"&gt;Disney Interactive Studios&lt;/a&gt; invited me to bring my kids to preview their new holiday lineup of video games. The event was last week. It was exclusively for bloggers and I had a ball. It was completely FABULOUS! They know how to throw a party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, they had it at one of the most hip hotels in Miami--the newly opened and ultra swanky &lt;a href="http://www.epichotel.com/"&gt;Epic&lt;/a&gt;. Then they had a nice buffet filled with stuff for kids, but they also had things for the grownups. In fact, there was so much that part of the buffet had to be set up on the outside of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There we met Stephanie and Angie from Axis, the agency that put it all together. The room was full of big screens where we could play the games. It also had hip white leather furniture. Talk about fun! My favorites were the not yet released Princess and the Frog game that will come in both Wii and DS format, and the karaoke-ish &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyinteractivestudios/product.html?platform=Wii&amp;amp;game=Sing_It_Pop_Hits"&gt;Disney Sing It Pop Hits&lt;/a&gt;, which is available in Playstation 2/3 and Wii. Kendall absolutely loved newest installation of the popular battle game-Spectrobes, called &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyinteractivestudios/product.html?platform=wii&amp;amp;game=spectrobes_origins"&gt;Spectrobes Origins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The also had new FOJs Mark Orgel and Sunny Ing onsite from Disney Interactive Studios to give us the skinny on all the new games, including how to play. They even sent us home with a gift bag of Wii games and other Disney goodies. We've been playing them at home. I would highly recommend their offerings this holiday season for good wholesome fun that the entire family can enjoy. I can't wait for their next event. Here are some pics. 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I'm sure the blessing is there, I'm just having trouble seeing it at the moment.  Feel free to point them out.  Thanks in advance...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.  The photography studio called and said ALL of daughter's senior pictures were on a corrupted disk, so we have to go back in and retake.  When I asked if we would have to endure the 4 hour WAIT again, they tried to turn it back on me, saying "it's that time of year."  I quickly turned on my Beyonce voice--"You must not know bout me!  You must not know bout me!"  Needless to say, she agreed to honor our appointment time, without the wait.  I intend to hold her to it, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.  Dear Son is graduating from middle school this year.  He brings home a form for the class trip the other day.  Of all places, they are going to Washington, DC!  As if he doesn't see Washington a few times a year already.  But anyhow, the tourist tour is always interesting, especially when you are a kid.  I kept reading the form and I soon got to something that crossed my eyes.  The trip is $925 dollars for 4 days!  Good grief!  DC, the Nation's Capitol?  Where all of the attractions are free or close to it?  Oh wait, this could be a clue--"CHARTERED PLANE."  Chartered plane?  to DC?  Are you serious?  Commercial flights can be had for $150 or less all day long!  Hmmmm..I think we will sit this one out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.  While I died to get my Flip video camera, I've discovered that I don't like to edit video.  Hmmmm..the things u dont see coming...Anyhow, I've spent 4 hours now editing a 38 mins of video into a 4 minute clip.  WHATEVER!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7731425051760239286?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7731425051760239286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-rants.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7731425051760239286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7731425051760239286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-rants.html' title='Random Rants...'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Srufz-WUQ_I/AAAAAAAABDk/ZgP2e5lKB0I/s72-c/Rant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-6562503134525156294</id><published>2009-09-23T12:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:26:01.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><title type='text'>Corruption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrpJe_q1ZsI/AAAAAAAABDU/FL3jEI8IOtI/s1600-h/bribery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384697101310846658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrpJe_q1ZsI/AAAAAAAABDU/FL3jEI8IOtI/s320/bribery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a sad day in my neighborhood.  After a lengthy undercover operation, several government officials were arrested and charged with corruption.  These officials include a former city commissioner, and the SITTING county school board member, in whose area I reside.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the one that shocks me the most.  While I've never been particularly fond of her, I have worked with her since I've come to Florida.  Last year, another dear friend ran against her and, though I campaigned vigorously for him, he lost.  She's been our school board member since 2000 and had much more support and money.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her house of cards started to unravel last month, when she failed to submit a required financial disclosure statement with the Florida Commision on Ethics  Last week, she announced that she was taking a medical leave, but whispers of a pending federal indictment swirled.  Then, this morning, she was arrested at her home.  She's been charged with bribery, extortion, and wire fraud.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can we expect of our youth, what we don't expect of ourselves?  I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'m speechless at this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-6562503134525156294?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6562503134525156294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/corruption.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6562503134525156294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6562503134525156294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/corruption.html' title='Corruption'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrpJe_q1ZsI/AAAAAAAABDU/FL3jEI8IOtI/s72-c/bribery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2606663180217834905</id><published>2009-09-22T12:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:36:58.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><title type='text'>Fantasy Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Srj6x99NuRI/AAAAAAAABDE/MmQlIXXCwJ0/s1600-h/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384329090873276690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Srj6x99NuRI/AAAAAAAABDE/MmQlIXXCwJ0/s320/football.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;About a month ago, my cousin called me all excited about Fantasy Football. She asked if my husband and I would join the league that her husband was creating. I agreed, noting that neither of us knew anything about FF. She didn't either, but her husband has done it and loved it. He sent the email invitations and we created our teams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Initially, I asked what I was supposed to do. She said to just wait for the draft. The draft came. I was assigned players. I asked what I was supposed to do next. She said that he would send out an email with instructions. He didn't. The season started. The first week I came in second. My brother came in first. He sent out an email gloating and saying that we weren't worthy opponents. I sent one back saying I had no clue what I was supposed to be doing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, now it's the end of the second week. I just checked and I'm now in first place--WOO HOO! But again, I haven't done anything. Can someone out there please explain to me how to implement strategy? There HAS to be more to it than being assigned players and waiting for game scores. I have HEARD of trades, and bye weeks, etc. but I have NO idea how these processes work. So please help me. Again, I understand the game of football. What i need is a quick tutorial in fantasy football.  I need to preserve my first place status.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2606663180217834905?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2606663180217834905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/fantasy-football.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2606663180217834905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2606663180217834905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/fantasy-football.html' title='Fantasy Football'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Srj6x99NuRI/AAAAAAAABDE/MmQlIXXCwJ0/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2163645276568499247</id><published>2009-09-21T12:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:50:58.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographs'/><title type='text'>Am I the ONLY One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Srer0st6QgI/AAAAAAAABCs/LiS7FIoY0sw/s1600-h/skimpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383960801389986306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Srer0st6QgI/AAAAAAAABCs/LiS7FIoY0sw/s320/skimpy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, I know you all won't believe me, but I tried not to blog about this.  I really did.  I didn't want to do it.  But I had to.  It's been burning in me and though I've been dowsing it regularly with that new Dasani water with lime essence, the flames keep coming back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, me and Dear Daughter went to the photo studio on Saturday.  It was quite an experience.  And how things have changed.  When I sat for Senior Pics, I wore some old rag, they threw a cap and gown over it, snapped a few poses and I was done.  This newfangled stuff was different.  They took the senior pics with the drape and boa and that was fine.  But now they have "PERSONALITY PICS."  Huh?  What the heck are personality pics?  I quickly found out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personality pics are informal pics that you get to choose your own outfit for.  In theory, it makes sense.  Athletes pose in their uniform.  Twins pose together, etc.  However, in reality, it was NOTHING like that.  Kids showed up with suitcases of outfits, some changing 10 or more times.  They treated it as if it were their own personal photo shoot, complete with hair and makeup, usually done by Mom, but sometimes there was an additional person that the family had paid.  It was unreal.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My daughter wore jeans and a tshirt, as she felt this adequately portrayed her personality but most of the girls had VERY suggestive outfits on.  Things you would see in a men's magazine.  Cheeks hanging out of shorts, boobs hanging out of tops--and, lest you forgot, these are high school KIDS.  And again, parents were actively participating.  The photographers had to admonish parents for running into the shot to unbutton yet another button and hike up a skirt a bit more.  There was even one angry Mom who left in a huff because the photographer wouldnt allow her daughter to until her bikini top and use her hand to hold the tiny piece of fabric in place.  What???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it me?  Is it?  Am I the ONLY parent in South Florida who doesn't wish to have my daughter's body on public display?  I guess I can see why the kids would want to do this, but why would parent's allow it?  What does this say about us as a society?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2163645276568499247?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2163645276568499247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-only-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2163645276568499247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2163645276568499247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-only-one.html' title='Am I the ONLY One?'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Srer0st6QgI/AAAAAAAABCs/LiS7FIoY0sw/s72-c/skimpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-5476436650492582665</id><published>2009-09-20T11:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:02:21.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>Let's Get it Straight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrZNtewM81I/AAAAAAAABCU/Tx_oSdDOeGE/s1600-h/StraightLine.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383575848312697682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrZNtewM81I/AAAAAAAABCU/Tx_oSdDOeGE/s320/StraightLine.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; So, it has come to my attention that I have offended some readers because my opinion does not mesh with theirs OR that I've not tackled some subject that they feel I should OR that I did tackle some subject that they feel I shouldn't have. Some have emailed me with their displeasure, others have sent messages through word of mouth. I feel that I need to re-state the ground rules. Here they are:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. It is my blog. I write whatever I want. It is from my own perspective. I don't consult with ANYONE before I write. My husband has no idea what I've written about until he gets the email. My MAMA has no input. I've don't mean to imply that my opinion is necessarily the "right" one, but it is mine. I recognize that your experiences may be far different.  I welcome all comments and criticisms. I've NEVER not published a comment. My intent is NOT to bring harm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. See rule #1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-5476436650492582665?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5476436650492582665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-get-it-straight.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5476436650492582665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5476436650492582665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-get-it-straight.html' title='Let&apos;s Get it Straight!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrZNtewM81I/AAAAAAAABCU/Tx_oSdDOeGE/s72-c/StraightLine.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-6122072005938468636</id><published>2009-09-19T11:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:58:09.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><title type='text'>Senior Year(book)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrT_WiW70yI/AAAAAAAABCE/CUfFy-1DXRA/s1600-h/yearbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383208217259791138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrT_WiW70yI/AAAAAAAABCE/CUfFy-1DXRA/s320/yearbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, today's another milestone day. Daughter #2 is taking her yearbook pictures. Where did the time go? Next year this time, she'll be well into her freshman year of college. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found that I'm reliving my senior year in high school through her. Well, as much as she'll let me. I've had to catch myself and not tell her what way to wear her hair or which outfit to choose for the "personality pics." And, she's also had to remind me several times as well that it's her year, not mine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's always the challenge as a parent--to let them use their own wings, even when you see the obstacles that they don't see yet. How does one do that? I find it very difficult. What about you? Are you the parent of an adult or even semi-adult child? How do you bite your tongue? Is it as difficult for everyone as it seems to be for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-6122072005938468636?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6122072005938468636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/senior-yearbook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6122072005938468636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6122072005938468636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/senior-yearbook.html' title='Senior Year(book)'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrT_WiW70yI/AAAAAAAABCE/CUfFy-1DXRA/s72-c/yearbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-3122838951606434544</id><published>2009-09-18T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:25:59.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOJ Friday'/><title type='text'>FOJ Friday: Ray Doswell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrOLwTHLuQI/AAAAAAAABBc/-7axnIUFhbE/s1600-h/Doswell-photo_in_museum%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382799641518258434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrOLwTHLuQI/AAAAAAAABBc/-7axnIUFhbE/s320/Doswell-photo_in_museum%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yep, FOJ Friday is back!!! Let me introduce FOJ Ray Doswell.  I met Ray a couple years back when he became a client of mine.  He is the Vice President of Curatorial Services for the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nlbm.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Negro Leagues Baseball Museum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; in Kansas City, Missouri.  And EVERYONE knows that baseball is my favorite sport!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ray was born in St Louis and spent his formative years in East St Louis, Illinois.  Teachers played a huge role in his early life, inspiring him to become an educator.  This led to various degrees, including a doctorate in Education.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In case you haven't heard of the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum, it was founded in 1990 by a group of local baseball baseball historians, community members, business people, and former baseball players.  It began as a small, grassroots organization and has blossomed into a major attraction for the city.  The Museum preserves the history of African American baseball in general, with emphasis on the professional Negro Leagues that existed from 1920-1960.  The Museum tells stories through multimedia exhibits, art, photographs, and artifacts.  Ray has been involved since 1995.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His greatest challenge is staying ahead of everything.  The museum world has to anticipate learning trends and audience needs 1-3 years ahead of time.  Through his work, Ray has met some great folks.  While he thinks that baseball fans are amazing, it brings him special joy to meet someone who is learning about the Negro Leagues for the first time, or someone who thought they knew all about baseball, and discovered, after visiting NLBM, that they didn't.  He's even more satisfied who has no affinity for baseball, but reallly gets hooked on the history lessons that the Museum provides.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked Ray what advice he would give to someone looking to get into non-profit work.  Here is his response--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who has interest in working for a non-profit organization, especially service organizations and museum, must remember this; LEADERSHIP=SERVICE. You show leadership to your community and your family by the work that you do, which typically involves some level of service towards others.  Most times, that work is not glamorous or financially rewarding, but it is so important to always keep the mission of your organization first and foremost in your mind.  My work often keeps me away from the actually gallery space and visitors.  So, when I need a reality check, I go down from the office to see how people react to what we have provided.  I read the visitor’s log and see people from everywhere who appreciate what we have taught them.  I get to talk to people of all ages about what they learned that day in the museum.  It energizes me to go do the job better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ray encourages everyone to visit the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum and become members.  It's truly a moving experience.  While he wants us to support NLBM, he also thinks that it's important to support museums in your own communities who strive to preserve American history.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can email him at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:rdoswell@nlbm.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rdoswell@nlbm.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.  You can also friend the Museum on Facebook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-3122838951606434544?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3122838951606434544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/foj-friday-ray-doswell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3122838951606434544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/3122838951606434544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/foj-friday-ray-doswell.html' title='FOJ Friday: Ray Doswell'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrOLwTHLuQI/AAAAAAAABBc/-7axnIUFhbE/s72-c/Doswell-photo_in_museum%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4742039875416651526</id><published>2009-09-17T09:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:56:40.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>"But"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrI_7OvgXGI/AAAAAAAABBM/7zkx3EKom9s/s1600-h/infusionroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382434791463345250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrI_7OvgXGI/AAAAAAAABBM/7zkx3EKom9s/s320/infusionroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I saw the doc yesterday. He looked over my last 5 weeks of infusion therapy and the resulting labs and declared that the infusion seems to be working--HOORAY!!!! Then he said "BUT." I hate when there is a "BUT." The "BUT" is that he wants 5 more weeks of twice weekly iv iron. YUCK! YUCK! and YUCK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;However (notice I didn't say BUT), the infusion room is a very humbling place. As I've said before, it's pretty hard to sit there and feel sorry for yourself when I'm getting a bag of iron and everyone else in the room is getting chemotherapy. My mantra for this year is "Find blessings in every circumstance." In this particular circumstance, the blessing is pretty easy to find. So, I'm making progress, though it is a slow process. And if this is as bad as life gets for me, it's actually pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, what's new with you all? What blessings have come into your lives? Share with me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4742039875416651526?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4742039875416651526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/but.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4742039875416651526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4742039875416651526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/but.html' title='&quot;But&quot;'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrI_7OvgXGI/AAAAAAAABBM/7zkx3EKom9s/s72-c/infusionroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-4561992754012283854</id><published>2009-09-16T09:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:45:39.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>The Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrDrN2YnZSI/AAAAAAAABA8/jdGKLswKAbY/s1600-h/j0442274.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382060177877329186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrDrN2YnZSI/AAAAAAAABA8/jdGKLswKAbY/s320/j0442274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Today is the big day.  I see my hematologist.  I've completed the regiment of 10 iv infusions of iron in 5 weeks.  Now, we get to see if it has helped.  If it hasn't, I have absolutely no idea what he will say.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's hope it has.  I'm claiming it!  I'll let you all know all about it tomorrow.  Thanks for your prayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-4561992754012283854?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4561992754012283854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4561992754012283854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/4561992754012283854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-day.html' title='The Big Day'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SrDrN2YnZSI/AAAAAAAABA8/jdGKLswKAbY/s72-c/j0442274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2597714183743625490</id><published>2009-09-15T08:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:48:57.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Family Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sq-Le0ROKdI/AAAAAAAABAk/bvZvaOoOaLU/s1600-h/j0442392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673441274243538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sq-Le0ROKdI/AAAAAAAABAk/bvZvaOoOaLU/s320/j0442392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having just come off of a weekend road trip with my parents, I'm now preparing for another road trip in a couple weeks.  This one will be over the course of 3 days, with the husband, the kids, and yes--Dad.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The weekend trip actually wasn't as bad as expected.  Dad sat next to me and served as both the navigator and the passer of snacks.  Mom sat in the back, but watched the speedometer like a hawk, reminding me of the speed limit and the possibility of a ticket. It wasn't anything new.  We did have a great meal at Cracker Barrel, where Dad cheated on the little puzzle game that they have on the table and Mom checked out my Kindle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was prepared for it being insane and it wasn't.  It worked out so well that I'm actually looking forward to the next one.  This time, I plan to have the husband drive so I can capture all the fun on video.  I'm excited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2597714183743625490?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2597714183743625490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2597714183743625490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2597714183743625490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-road-trip.html' title='Family Road Trip'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sq-Le0ROKdI/AAAAAAAABAk/bvZvaOoOaLU/s72-c/j0442392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-7563081898443527665</id><published>2009-09-14T12:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:38:21.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sq5wADXJ5OI/AAAAAAAABAU/YUpC1ZG3leM/s1600-h/respect.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381361750959056098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sq5wADXJ5OI/AAAAAAAABAU/YUpC1ZG3leM/s320/respect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don't watch award shows.  But I have heard all about the one that aired last night.  I wasn't surprised at the behavior that others found so appalling.  This isn't the first time that the offender has acted in such a way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasn't he the same guy that got hijacked a telethon to say that "George Bush didn't care about Black people?"  And speaking of that incident--why was it okay for him to disrespect a sitting POTUS, but not okay for Joe Wilson?  Why weren't folks up in arms about that?  It's not always about the message, but sometimes more about how the message is presented...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We really need to demand respect for ALL people.  We really need to be careful who we idolize.  We really need to require more of celebrities.  They are out of control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-7563081898443527665?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7563081898443527665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/respect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7563081898443527665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/7563081898443527665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sq5wADXJ5OI/AAAAAAAABAU/YUpC1ZG3leM/s72-c/respect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-8274344129377936804</id><published>2009-09-13T12:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:18:37.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sq0ayWIgPZI/AAAAAAAABAE/eXBXu-tEung/s1600-h/happybirthdaytome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380986582014639506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sq0ayWIgPZI/AAAAAAAABAE/eXBXu-tEung/s320/happybirthdaytome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yep, it's my birthday. The big 4-6!!! Boy, do I feel the love! I've gotten a ton of birthday wishes and I've also gotten a few fabulous gifts--so far, I've gotten my Flip video camera, a pair of Ed Hardy sneakers(pics to come), and I even got myself a gift. I got the first season of True Blood so that FOJ Lisa and FOJ Jan can stop being MEAN GIRLS. I plan to celebrate at Bahama Breeze tonight, so stand by for video tomorrow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have the most wonderful family, friends, and readers. I love you all and appreciate everything that you've bought to me life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-8274344129377936804?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8274344129377936804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8274344129377936804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/8274344129377936804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/Sq0ayWIgPZI/AAAAAAAABAE/eXBXu-tEung/s72-c/happybirthdaytome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2696887150357206232</id><published>2009-09-11T06:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:34:46.011-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Snacks &amp; Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqokepB8WSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/03LcVbsjz3c/s1600-h/snacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380152813676157218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqokepB8WSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/03LcVbsjz3c/s320/snacks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As most of you know, I love a good snack.  In fact, snack time is my most favorite time of the day.  And it shows...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I digress.  I do, indeed, love snacks.  I'm even willing, in most cases, to try a new snack combination.  Many years ago, FOJ Stacey, invited me to try her movie snack combo.  She mixed chocolate covered raisins into her buttered popcorn in the movie theatre.  I tried it and, sure enough, it was delicious.  Ever since, I've been buying popcorn AND raisinettes at the concession stand before a good flick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, I saw something yesterday that stopped me cold and rendered me speechless.  And that is NOT an easy thing to achieve.  While, people watching, I saw a young man, in about his early 20s, I would guess.  He was in public.  He had a small backpack.  He was only about 6 ft from me, so I'm SURE of what I saw.  He reached into his backpack and pulled out a package of regular Ramen noodles.  He opened it and pulled out the seasoning packet.  He opened the seasoning and sprinkled them on the hard, uncooked noodles.  He then proceeded to eat the noodles--UNCOOKED.  He bit and broke off small pieces of the noodles and crunched them like chips.  I could NOT stop watching him.  I have NEVER seen that one before.  Took him about 5 mins or so to finish the pack.  He took out a napkin, wiped his mouth, and chased it with a bottle of water.  Of course, this all happened roughly 5 hours BEFORE I got my new Flip video camera.  But now I have it and it's fully charged.  If I ever see him again, I will capture video of it.  See, THIS is exactly why I need one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you EVER seen anyone eat uncooked ramen noodles?  Have you done it yourself?  Is this something I should try?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-2696887150357206232?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2696887150357206232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/snacks-treats.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2696887150357206232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/2696887150357206232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/snacks-treats.html' title='Snacks &amp; Treats'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqokepB8WSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/03LcVbsjz3c/s72-c/snacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-5622126625314448165</id><published>2009-09-10T11:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:24:41.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqkZbhB7-eI/AAAAAAAAA_M/p1JQ2NDXTDM/s1600-h/j0438614.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379859190384425442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqkZbhB7-eI/AAAAAAAAA_M/p1JQ2NDXTDM/s320/j0438614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This weekend, my Mom and I will be putting my Grandmother into a nursing home.  It is time.  This is the sunset of her life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently, I've been wondering about my own sunset and my own mortality.  What will I leave the world?  What will I leave my family? Who was I while I was here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobering, aint it?  I can only say that I have plenty left to do and the sand in the hourglass seems to be running more quickly than ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think about your legacy to the world?  If you left today, would it be what you desire?  My answer is a definite NO.  I best get to work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-5622126625314448165?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5622126625314448165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-sunset.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5622126625314448165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/5622126625314448165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-sunset.html' title='Life&apos;s Sunset'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqkZbhB7-eI/AAAAAAAAA_M/p1JQ2NDXTDM/s72-c/j0438614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-6779648078509822256</id><published>2009-09-09T07:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:04:47.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>9-9-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqeYWrWFEVI/AAAAAAAAA_E/yxYXpu_byiY/s1600-h/9.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379435795277222226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqeYWrWFEVI/AAAAAAAAA_E/yxYXpu_byiY/s320/9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some say today, 9-9-09, will be the end of the world.  I would like to hope not.  I'm so not finished living.  There are many things on my bucket list that I haven't done yet.  I'm ill prepared for the end today.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do folks believe in such superstitious things?  Why do they pass them on to their kids?  Yesterday, my son came home from school and asked if I knew the world was ending today.  I told him that I knew no such thing.  In fact, I was so convinced that today would be no different than yesterday, that I insisted that he do his math homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the other hand, I've heard of everyone from brides to film companies, coveting this date for their weddings and film releases.  Everytime one of these triple digit dates comes up, we have this nonsense.  Carry on, folks!  Besides, my birthday is this weekend and I haven't gotten my flip video camera yet.  Surely the world can't end before that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. So that you don't miss any of my randomness, you might want to subscribe by email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8223385242428944710-6779648078509822256?l=thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6779648078509822256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/9-9-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6779648078509822256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223385242428944710/posts/default/6779648078509822256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetinyjewelbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/9-9-09.html' title='9-9-09'/><author><name>~Jewel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014263157420064651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SV9zl5YOZhI/AAAAAAAAACI/pgDo3GwME2Q/S220/scan0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqeYWrWFEVI/AAAAAAAAA_E/yxYXpu_byiY/s72-c/9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223385242428944710.post-2777951467001394428</id><published>2009-09-08T09:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:52:51.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot Roast AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqZgP5106TI/AAAAAAAAA-8/uzIuwNO9WHc/s1600-h/pot-roast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379092631281527090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03cCfAQdwek/SqZgP5106TI/AAAAAAAAA-8/uzIuwNO9WHc/s320/pot-roast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was a teen, my mom made pot roast weekly.  It looked similar to the picture above.  It was actually VERY tasty. She put carrots and potatoes in with it.  But, because I was a teen, I grew to hate it.  I grew to anticipate it with disdain.  I proclaimed that when I became an adult, I would NEVER have pot roast again.  EVER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, guess what?  In the last few years, I've actually had moments when I craved Mom's pot roast.  In fact, I could go for some right now, with smashed red potatoes.  Isn't it funny how we seem to come full circle?  How 30 years ago you could not have told me that I would ever want pot roast again--let alone crave it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have a similar story?  Are there things you said as a child that you would never eat/do/say again and now you find yourself eating/doing/saying it?  Tell me about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your comments--priceless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85739/thetinyjewelbox/b8d054ca195be3890c550c5d8505c972.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post daily. 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