<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:36:21.832-04:00</updated><category term='Nena'/><category term='love'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='death'/><title type='text'>Wendy's Thoughts, Rambles, and Incoherencies.</title><subtitle type='html'>The best way to get rid of the extra weight.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-1035030110171372141</id><published>2009-07-04T08:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:46:10.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has really been a long time.Yes, I still miss my grandmother.  I am happy that she is no longer suffering but I do miss her tremendously.While life is sucking for everyone, ours seems to be doing well...i feel guilty about that, isn't that odd?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/1035030110171372141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=1035030110171372141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/1035030110171372141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/1035030110171372141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-has-really-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-6033367434914869623</id><published>2008-01-13T03:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T04:00:42.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nena passed away 1/12/2008 at 1:17 pm, she would've been 84 on July 13th, I guess no matter how prepared I thought I was for when I got the call it was still difficult.I loved her tremendously and the love she had for me was unlike any love I'll ever know. Now, knowing I'll never get to feel her love again, I feel a huge sense of loss. She was probably the one person in my life that loved me with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/6033367434914869623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=6033367434914869623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/6033367434914869623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/6033367434914869623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2008/01/nena-passed-away-1122008-at-117-pm-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-116683682611014836</id><published>2006-12-22T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:20:26.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Death Grip On YesterdaySo, I'm scrolling through the music channels on my cable...and i stop in alternative just to see what is considered alternative...and this song is playing by a band called Atreyu...doesn't sound like alternative to me but i like the title of the album so i keep the song on....I'm very thoughtful today...I've been reflecting on what has been going on in my life for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/116683682611014836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=116683682611014836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/116683682611014836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/116683682611014836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-grip-on-yesterday-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-116156521166442219</id><published>2006-10-22T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:28:18.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this artist while roaming around in Orlando one day.  I usually don't like this type of art and I generally don't go into art galleries...so, what happens when you say stuff like that?  You fall in love with an artist in a stuffy art gallery that does sculptures and paintings that you would normally not like!  LOL  Life is funny sometimes.I really do LOVE his stuff.  I mean love love love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/116156521166442219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=116156521166442219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/116156521166442219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/116156521166442219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-found-this-artist-while-roaming.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-115643617764916626</id><published>2006-08-24T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T13:03:56.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, what in heaven's name happened to me?  I've lost all control of myself.  I have no idea what I'm doing except that when i'm doing it i lose all sense of responsibility and care.  I just think of the now and then and not of the consequence and after.  Plain and simple, I'm being selfish.  I guess that is a new one for me.  Selfish...when the heck have I ever been selfish?  Never.  that is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/115643617764916626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=115643617764916626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/115643617764916626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/115643617764916626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-what-in-heavens-name-happened-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-114685647758270765</id><published>2006-05-05T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:14:37.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just had this weird feeling. Just this huge sadness came over me no idea where it came from or why...it just did. I feel completely drained and just completely weak. Odd.I've finally started dieting again.  Finally, after over a year I've been able to lose weight again.  Constant struggle...just constant. I'll never live a life like a normal person that just has to watch their weight...i have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/114685647758270765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=114685647758270765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/114685647758270765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/114685647758270765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-had-this-weird-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-113583097787023222</id><published>2005-12-28T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:36:17.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Mia has been talking for about 1 month now.  I can't explain how cute it is that she actually speaks!!!  Now, if she could only start to speak in context!!!  That would be awesome!So far she says:  Kiwi, Mia, Coco, ,Jorell, Com'ere, Hello, step up, she laughs like me, she laughs like Wolfie from the movie Amadeus.  She has said other words but just once or twice so I'm not counting those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/113583097787023222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=113583097787023222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/113583097787023222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/113583097787023222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-mia-has-been-talking-for-about-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-112293799486109563</id><published>2005-08-01T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:13:14.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yikes!!!!  I read an article today on People or one of those magazines where people lost their jobs because they had a blog.  These people didn't even post bad things...just general jibber jabber like I do but the company didn't like it and they got fired!!!  YIKES!!!!!!!!!!One guy just made a comment about how google (who owns Blogger) has all the conveniences at work that you don't need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/112293799486109563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=112293799486109563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/112293799486109563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/112293799486109563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2005/08/yikes-i-read-article-today-on-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-111597500281148871</id><published>2005-05-13T04:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T05:03:22.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here it is, 4:44 a.m. and I am up and miserable.  I have this retched stuffiness that won't let me sleep.  i've piled up enough pillows that i'm basically sitting up straight and nothing helps.  I feel sleepy but can't sleep is there anything worse?!?!?!?!Everything is going well, thankfully. Ok, so what is wrong with that guy who stabbed his daughter 30 times and then stabbed each eye?  She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/111597500281148871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=111597500281148871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/111597500281148871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/111597500281148871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-here-it-is-444.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-109627656554360704</id><published>2004-09-27T04:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T05:16:05.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you ready for whining?  Cause I've got some whining to do.  For about the past week, I can't sleep the whole night.  I wake up at around 3is or 4 and then can't go back to sleep no matter what I do.  Today as you can tell is no different.  I've been up since 4.  Fighting with myself to go back to sleep but I am WIDE awake...i mean even laying still is bothersome.  I've noticed that when I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/109627656554360704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=109627656554360704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109627656554360704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109627656554360704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/09/are-you-ready-for-whining-cause-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-109565048888424447</id><published>2004-09-19T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T23:21:28.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Due to the Jewish high holidays I haven't been to work since Wednesday.  It's been a nice vacation.  I got to finish up some unsettled business with my philosophy of law class from Fall of 2003.  I still owed her a 10 page paper.  I finished writing that up and emailed it to her.  That is a relief.  Now, I just have to write 2 more 10 page papers to write and turn in the film and I'll be done and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/109565048888424447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=109565048888424447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109565048888424447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109565048888424447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/09/due-to-jewish-high-holidays-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-109469592218247550</id><published>2004-09-08T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:23:34.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was busy. Lots of things to do. It was like new projects and then lots of loose ends to tie up. All in all it was fine. I really hate this lady from my job. She is a real pain in the ass. You know she is sooo rude and unnecessariy rude. It takes a lot for me to say something mean about someone...but i really do swear that if she ever died i wouldn't care. It wouldn't phase me in any way. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/109469592218247550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=109469592218247550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109469592218247550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109469592218247550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-was-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-109469640254532872</id><published>2004-09-08T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:20:02.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was busy.  Lots of things to do.  It was like new projects and then lots of loose ends to tie up.  All in all it was fine.  I really hate this lady from my job.  She is a real pain in the ass.  You know she is sooo rude and unnecessariy rude.  It takes a lot for me to say something mean about someone...but i really do swear that if she ever died i wouldn't care.  It wouldn't phase me in any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/109469640254532872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=109469640254532872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109469640254532872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109469640254532872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-was-busy_109469640254532872.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-109469619797391399</id><published>2004-09-08T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:16:37.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was busy.  Lots of things to do.  It was like new projects and then lots of loose ends to tie up.  All in all it was fine.  I really hate this lady from my job.  She is a real pain in the ass.  You know she is sooo rude and unnecessariy rude.  It takes a lot for me to say something mean about someone...but i really do swear that if she ever died i wouldn't care.  It wouldn't phase me in any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/109469619797391399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=109469619797391399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109469619797391399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109469619797391399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-was-busy_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-109460426701743911</id><published>2004-09-07T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T20:44:27.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever have a good work day?  You know the kind of day where you enjoyed working and before you knew it it was time to go home?  That was my day today.  I painted my nails this kool teal blue color this weekend and I decided that I would wear all black today with my teal blue nails.  It actually turned out to be a great contrast.  I got to work at 8:30 a.m. and I left at 7:30 p.m.  I didn't feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/109460426701743911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=109460426701743911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109460426701743911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109460426701743911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/09/ever-have-good-work-day-you-know-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-109452728642435083</id><published>2004-09-06T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:21:26.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was a woman on a mission today.  I was going to get out and do things because being stuck in the house for 3.5 days was just too many days.  I decided I was going to go to Simbad's Birdhouse to see about my African Grey, go to Old Navy to return the truck load of useless clothes I purchased, and then go to the movies.Well I went and they didn't have any Congo African Greys but they had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/109452728642435083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=109452728642435083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109452728642435083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109452728642435083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-was-woman-on-mission-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-109440080433183990</id><published>2004-09-05T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T12:13:24.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the hurricane is pretty much over now.  At least for south Florida.  Those poor people in the bahamas, they really got it.  I'm doing much better today about pio.  I dreamt with him, just a short dream.  Was probably just something I had in memory..saw him flying around the house and stuff.Kiwi was pretty scared at 3 a.m.   I went to check on him and he was out of his cozy and curled up in a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/109440080433183990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=109440080433183990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109440080433183990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109440080433183990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-hurricane-is-pretty-much-over-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-109435346731358099</id><published>2004-09-04T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T23:04:27.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was my little Pio.  Happily sitting on a perch that I put on my night table so we could be close.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/109435346731358099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=109435346731358099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109435346731358099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109435346731358099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-was-my-little-pio.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-109434988264819835</id><published>2004-09-04T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:04:42.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, it's been a long time since i've written.  Things have really changed.  I mean tons of things have changed. I want to talk about something in particular today.  On July 13th of this year my husband found a baby quaker parrott.  We  named him Kiwi.  He is absolutely adorable and amazingly sweet.  The way our work schedule works out, Jorell ends up spending lots of more time with him than I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/109434988264819835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=109434988264819835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109434988264819835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/109434988264819835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow-its-been-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-107932023333504226</id><published>2004-03-14T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T22:13:50.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I quit my job!  Finally, I got the courage to quit!  Well I actually didn't come up with the courage all on my own.  I must admit I had some help. On Wednesday of this past week, I went on a job interview and I loved the prospect of the job.  Well when I cam back from the interview I was going to go into work but I couldn't make myself go.  I tried and tried.  I even had lunch 2 blocks away </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/107932023333504226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=107932023333504226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/107932023333504226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/107932023333504226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-quit-my-job-finally-i-got-courage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-107845654687046186</id><published>2004-03-04T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T22:17:57.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, my job that i loved will soon be no longer.  Because i have been sooo productive and efficient my boss' practice has grown exponentially.  We are talking about having 3 or 5 clients when i started there and now having soo much work that he is having to hire an additional attorney!  However, he has asked that i start working 40 hours a week or that i come in saturdays because he needs the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/107845654687046186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=107845654687046186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/107845654687046186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/107845654687046186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-my-job-that-i-loved-will-soon-be-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-107811299824209960</id><published>2004-02-29T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:52:04.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been doing major homework!  If you can believe this, i've actually been meeting up with study groups at the library.  This was my second weekend doing this.  Philosphy is a terribly hard subject.  We have spent an immense amount of time and still have not finished the assignement.  The good thing is that Jorell also gets to put sometime in for homework.  The bad, is that I don't do any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/107811299824209960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=107811299824209960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/107811299824209960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/107811299824209960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-have-been-doing-major-homework-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-107716469546828571</id><published>2004-02-18T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:28:43.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was pretty great.  i mean all day was nice.  Went to work, dealt with my sweet boss (ugh).  Even with boss being all weirdo it was a good day.  I've been doing really great...i'm motivated about school.  I mean that doesn't mean i'm performing at top level...but i'm performing, which is always good.  You know i've sooo slacked on my blogging.  I can't believe i didn't blog for almost 3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/107716469546828571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=107716469546828571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/107716469546828571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/107716469546828571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/02/today-was-pretty-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-107707942900091794</id><published>2004-02-17T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T23:45:43.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well hello!!  I know it's been a while.  things have been crazy but the good news is that I'm alive, kicking and doing pretty good...I'm going to start updating now.  Love you guys!!  WB!!! xxx ooo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/107707942900091794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=107707942900091794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/107707942900091794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/107707942900091794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-hello-i-know-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106995882098543724</id><published>2003-11-27T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T13:47:33.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving! I received a call from my doctor's office yesterday about my biopsy.  Apparently they put my results in for rush service.  She told me my results were in and she was slow to tell me what she wanted to tell me.  It felt like an eternity passed...and finally she just blurted out "It's not cancer" to which I was soooo excited that I didn't hear anything else she said.  My husband</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106995882098543724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106995882098543724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106995882098543724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106995882098543724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/11/happy-thanksgiving-i-received-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106981201394217323</id><published>2003-11-25T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T21:00:45.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow!!  It's been forever!  Wow!  Well guys I had my biopsy yesterday.  Yup, they tore off a little chunk of my body.  Wasn't painful but it did make me squimish.  I'm not the squimish type at all but I did feel lightheaded at the thought that they had taken out a chunk of my boobie.  It's okie.  She is hanging in there.  I've been giving her some special treatment.  I give her some serious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106981201394217323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106981201394217323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106981201394217323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106981201394217323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/11/wow-its-been-forever-wow-well-guys-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106860030789215861</id><published>2003-11-11T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:25:05.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was tough.  Took a lot to get out of bed and get to school.  It's been tough to do anything.  I got my braces removed yesterday.  My teeth look very pretty, however, i wish i was more excited about it.  I had two papers due today and didn't do either one.  I felt horrible having to email my professors and ask for an extension.  It's like a vicious cycle.  I don't do my papers cause i can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106860030789215861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106860030789215861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106860030789215861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106860030789215861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/11/today-was-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106830151996465306</id><published>2003-11-08T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T09:27:58.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okie so things keep getting worse and worse...You know I keep thinking to myself that it may seem unbelievable all that is going on in my life.  From September to now here are all the things that have happened in my life.My grandmother was very sick in the hospital.  She was seriously ill.  Thankfully she recovered, however, for a 2 week period it was rough not knowing what was going to happen.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106830151996465306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106830151996465306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106830151996465306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106830151996465306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/11/okie-so-things-keep-getting-worse-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106790644930208744</id><published>2003-11-03T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:41:21.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey guys...i'm sorry i've not been updating.  I know that I for one love to read blogs...i read my friend's blogs almost everyday so, I really like it when they are updated.  Life has just not been great lately.  To some extent it has and to others it hasn't.  I guess what counts and what should only count has been but the rest had been bleh.  Well i guess school counts and that has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106790644930208744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106790644930208744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106790644930208744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106790644930208744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/11/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106747406670439724</id><published>2003-10-29T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T19:34:24.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday wasn't a great day.  I skipped two of my classes.  It was just one of those days where nothing seems right...where you can't seem to pay attention....i wasn't talking but it felt i was rambling.  I couldn't have a coherent thought if my life depended on it.  Was just an odd day.  Felt like i was there and here and no where...it was really odd.  It was so odd that I could've sworn that i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106747406670439724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106747406670439724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106747406670439724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106747406670439724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/yesterday-wasnt-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106730971111244550</id><published>2003-10-27T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T21:55:09.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my LSAT score.  Well nope...i'm not starting on my application to Harvard Law or anything like that.  I did well enough that coupled with my GPA I could get into an OK school.  Nothing major...just normal.  Which I guess is okie...i guess it's what I was shooting for.  I've been working a lot.  My boss and I are getting along really well.  I think he is really appreciating my work.  More </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106730971111244550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106730971111244550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106730971111244550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106730971111244550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-got-my-lsat-score.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106695920302898428</id><published>2003-10-23T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T21:33:22.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well here are some pictures of my birthday.  It was a small get together.  Nothing fancy.  There is a picture with Denise and Mike.  One of just my face.  And then some of the balloons.  I just like the balloon picture.  I dunno you guys know i'm weird.  I had another doctor's apt today.  It went okie.  We'll see.  I have a follow up in 2 weeks...i'll tell you then how I really feel.I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106695920302898428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106695920302898428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106695920302898428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106695920302898428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-here-are-some-pictures-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106695882831409583</id><published>2003-10-23T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T21:27:08.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Select a thumbnail from the left to zoom.Image #1Image #2Image #3 Image hosting and Zoom Gallery by VillagePhotos.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106695882831409583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106695882831409583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106695882831409583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106695882831409583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/select-thumbnail-from-left-to-zoom.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106650357649093119</id><published>2003-10-18T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T14:59:35.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okie....I know you are all anxious to see what me 17lbs lighter looks like.  Yup, i'm down 17 lbs now...i am happy.  My bday is tomorrow I am sure jorell will take lots of pictures of me so i'll put some of those up.  I got my hair cut today.  I think it looks really cute.  I didn't really want to have a party....but sure enough I am having one.  I just started thinking about it and well it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106650357649093119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106650357649093119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106650357649093119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106650357649093119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/okie.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106636206383890350</id><published>2003-10-16T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T23:41:03.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend is going to be busy.  My birthday is on Sunday and I've got a truckload of homework to catch up on.  I've got a paper to write and tons of other stuff to do.  Please please please send me good wishes this way that I complete it all.  I also have some house chores that I really need to get to......i've just been so busy with school and work....i haven't had any time.  I spoke to an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106636206383890350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106636206383890350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106636206383890350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106636206383890350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/this-weekend-is-going-to-be-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106617837549969212</id><published>2003-10-14T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:39:35.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to the doctor today.  I always get concerned when one doctor calls in another doctor and then when both looke perplexed and then send you off to a specialist.  It's just so scary.  I mean do they realize how scary it is.  See they hear all the rationalizations that go on in their head...but all you see them is looking perplexed, calling in doctor 2, and then both looking perplexed and then</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106617837549969212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106617837549969212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106617837549969212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106617837549969212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-went-to-doctor-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106571028949805340</id><published>2003-10-09T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T10:38:09.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I've come to school and I am in school...writing from the school computer lab and all.....and i've done nothing as far as homework is concerned!!  I've done no reading....i've done nothing!!  I just find it soo funny.  I mean how do i plan to go on in life just leaving all my homework aside?!?!?!?!?  This is just out of control.  I got supplies for my office yesterday.  I was so excited!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106571028949805340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106571028949805340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106571028949805340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106571028949805340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/today-ive-come-to-school-and-i-am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106557214321049929</id><published>2003-10-07T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T20:15:43.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi kids.  I'm here....just got home.  Feeling a little depressed today.  Dunno why but I do.  I went to sleep at  4 a.m. finishing up my philosophy paper.  I woke up at 8 a.m. and I went to school to study for my exam.  I studied every break that I got.  I was soooo nervous.  I walked into the exam and felt like I knew nothing.  I tried really hard to do everything I could to remember the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106557214321049929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106557214321049929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106557214321049929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106557214321049929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/hi-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106529006194529187</id><published>2003-10-04T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T13:54:21.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got home from my LSAT exam.  I would like to report that I have no idea...not a clue how I did.  Cause this test isn't the type of test you come out knowing how well you did.  However, I feel confident that I answered every single question and that I didn't run out of time.  Considering that the test is written so that you can't answer every question...I suppose that is a good sign.  I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106529006194529187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106529006194529187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106529006194529187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106529006194529187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-just-got-home-from-my-lsat-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106514004741253538</id><published>2003-10-02T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T20:14:07.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a normal day at school.  There is something very comforting in talking to other students in my classes and realizing that no one else has been doing the reading.  Makes me feel good.  I mean I realize that I better stop slacking...but it's my senior year....well technically it is...but i'm an old fart (well not really but older than most my classmates)...so technically i'm not a senior.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106514004741253538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106514004741253538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106514004741253538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106514004741253538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/today-was-normal-day-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106505263213953274</id><published>2003-10-01T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T20:13:05.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today went really well.  I have fit into work very well.  I like all the people I work with and so far everyone seems to like me.  I don't get a weird vibe from anyone.  That's always a plus!!  School is still kinda on hold but this weekend should change all of that.  I have a paper due on Tuesday along with an exam.  I shall be busy studying.  Once again I am plagued with the infamous gitters of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106505263213953274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106505263213953274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106505263213953274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106505263213953274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/10/today-went-really-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106487725804955223</id><published>2003-09-29T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:14:31.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello my lovelies   =o)  I found that someone actually likes to read my blog!!!  I was sooo excited.  Pete you are the bomb!!  Thanx for enjoying my blog.  If at least one other person besides myself gets excited and laughs at my wendyisms then it's all worth it.  Many warm wishes to my friend pete who is probably coming home soon from visiting mom...hope she is doing well, hun.  Miss ya pete....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106487725804955223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106487725804955223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106487725804955223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106487725804955223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/09/hello-my-lovelies-o-i-found-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106444402556637808</id><published>2003-09-24T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T22:20:24.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was my second day at work.  I feel a little lost...like i'm not sure which direction I am heading.  I realize that they were in desperate need of my help...so maybe now it's just catch up.  Hopefully things will settle soon and I will be able to see some sort of order.So far everyone I work with seems really nice.  Very down to earth and very casual.  It's been nice.  Homework and other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106444402556637808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106444402556637808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106444402556637808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106444402556637808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/09/today-was-my-second-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106437474784192981</id><published>2003-09-23T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T22:20:37.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow will be second day at work.  I haven't reported on much...cause well there hasn't been much to report on.  Perhaps tomorrow I will have tons to say.  We'll see.xxxooo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106437474784192981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106437474784192981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106437474784192981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106437474784192981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/09/tomorrow-will-be-second-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106400874453987411</id><published>2003-09-19T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T17:59:03.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great News!!  I got a new job today!  Thank goooosssseeeness!!  I'm really happy.  I really needed this.  Just wanted to let you all know.xxxooo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106400874453987411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106400874453987411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106400874453987411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106400874453987411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/09/great-news-i-got-new-job-today-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106384916783407726</id><published>2003-09-17T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T21:39:27.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hiiii!!!!!!!!!!  How are you all???  I know i've been gone for a while.  Been busy here and there.  Mostly everywhere.  Things are going better.  Can't really complain much about this week.  So far so good.  Hopefully can only get better.  YAY!!  Anything you want to add?  Anything new and exciting in your life??  xxxooo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106384916783407726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106384916783407726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106384916783407726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106384916783407726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/09/hiiii-how-are-you-all-i-know-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106337491464017403</id><published>2003-09-12T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T20:10:05.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to tell you this story...because things like this only happen in my house.  For some odd reason...i slept very light last night.  Probably cause I was all worked up about a job interview I had today.  Anyway, so I wake up at 4:43 a.m. and i am just wide awake.  Like I could've had a serious conversation...wasn't even a little groggy, I was completely awake.  I go to the restroom to pee and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106337491464017403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106337491464017403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106337491464017403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106337491464017403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-have-to-tell-you-this-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106333277272657980</id><published>2003-09-11T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T22:12:52.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are getting better.  Went back to school today.  It was great!!  I really did enjoy being back.  Funny, I never thought I would miss my philosophy classes but I did.I've been a super good mood all day.  I can't explain it but it's been great...very cheerful.  Dunno what else to say....well see you around.xxxooo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106333277272657980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106333277272657980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106333277272657980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106333277272657980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/09/things-are-getting-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106320637712226230</id><published>2003-09-10T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T11:06:17.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi.  I realize my posts are very far and apart now.  I really do think about them at least once a day and then decide I'm not ready.  I've been going through some difficult stuff and for the most part my head is not where it should be.  I can't tell you where it's been because hell if I know where it is.  For the most part it's still gone.School was great until I stop going about a week ago.  I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106320637712226230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106320637712226230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106320637712226230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106320637712226230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/09/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106271946543263260</id><published>2003-09-04T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T20:01:50.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, it has been a while.  I am still on the hunt for a part time job.  It amazes me how difficult it has become to find a job.  I mean why can't I find a decent part-time job?!  Things have been crazy.  My grandma is very sick in the hospital.  I am very worried about her.  My "plan" seems not to be working out very well.  I suppose me not finding a job has something to do with it.  Something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106271946543263260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106271946543263260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106271946543263260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106271946543263260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/09/wow-it-has-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106212229529876491</id><published>2003-08-28T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T21:58:15.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't normally check my horoscope but for some odd reason I did today.  Kinda caught me by surprise and well just rang to the heart of lots that has been going on and how unsure i've been feeling.  You know maybe it's just me being subjective but for the time being the advice sounds good.  I was getting overwhelmed and upset at not being able to figure everything out.  I felt a bit like I knew </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106212229529876491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106212229529876491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106212229529876491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106212229529876491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-dont-normally-check-my-horoscope-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106192855019689668</id><published>2003-08-26T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T16:09:10.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realize that I haven't updated in a long time.  Things have just been so bad.  I mean, look, seems like everything is going on around me real fast and i'm standing still.  My whole world is like upside down.  Thankfully, I have my wonderful husband to lean on, otherwise this storm would almost be unbearable.I feel so sick.  It's like an inner sick.  My insides need some serious healing.  So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106192855019689668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106192855019689668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106192855019689668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106192855019689668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-realize-that-i-havent-updated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106132556196161112</id><published>2003-08-19T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T11:06:40.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Protector The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106132556196161112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106132556196161112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106132556196161112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106132556196161112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/protector-ultimate-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106132511286699569</id><published>2003-08-19T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T16:31:52.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some days are good while others are bad.  Today was bad.  Well I guess you could've guessed that.  Since otherwise I wouldn't have started with that line.  Just a lot of stuff going on.  Lots of hectic things.Sometimes I get ahead of myself.  Think more then I should.  Hope for more....want more but get less and less.   I should be an expert by now.  Since well that's how my life feels lately.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106132511286699569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106132511286699569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106132511286699569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106132511286699569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/some-days-are-good-while-others-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106089397234842919</id><published>2003-08-14T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T16:50:43.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the lack of update.  I've had a rough week.  Was a bit crazy here in the mad house.  Loads of problems.  Lets just put it this way....tooo hot for blogging. I'm okie today.  Thank goodness.  Almost lost my mind a few ago.  Looking for new roads and better opportunities.  So i went to my ortho on Tuesday and nope...no braces coming off yet.  HMPH....this sux...i want to see my teethers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106089397234842919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106089397234842919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106089397234842919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106089397234842919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/sorry-for-lack-of-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106063766930234676</id><published>2003-08-11T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T17:56:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We bought a car!!  YAY!!!  Jorell absolutely hated the MINI (he felt cramped and he said it was too slow).  So, I decided I would look at cars within that price range and see what was something that could replace our primary car and was least objectionable to both of us.  Well I found a few: Audi, BMW, Volvo, and Jeep.  Well, Jeep was the cheapest.  We went to look at one and we thought it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106063766930234676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106063766930234676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106063766930234676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106063766930234676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/we-bought-car-yay-jorell-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-10604818961400369</id><published>2003-08-09T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T11:00:04.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to the MINI dealership today and test drove the mini.  It wasn't as roomy as I remembered it.  I'm still in love.  It's cuter then ever before.  However, I came to the sad realization that it's just not a good idea.  We want to purchase a new car to replace our primary use car, our jetta.  A mini is a wonderful car but not as a primary use car for a family.  See, I just can't imagine how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/10604818961400369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=10604818961400369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/10604818961400369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/10604818961400369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-went-to-mini-dealership-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106030083926395950</id><published>2003-08-07T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T09:14:34.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was full of insights and decisions.  So my great idea sort of flopped.  On all levels that is.  I mean it could've been worse on all accounts but I guess it's just not what I would've wanted in a perfect world.  Well we don't live in a perfect world so....that's what I get.So yea....when things are not as I want them to be....i have this problem that I shop.  So...today I filled up my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106030083926395950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106030083926395950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106030083926395950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106030083926395950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/today-was-full-of-insights-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106021498971011103</id><published>2003-08-06T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T20:20:48.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my grades today!!!  I got 2 As!!  YAY!!    Well i decided to post pictures of my drawings.  Honestly they don't look as nice in the pictures as they look in person.  Now remember i drew stick figueres prior to June 26, 2003 and in just about a month i learned how to do the following.  I tried to put them in order of when I drew them...but it didn't work out.  The obvious really bad one was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106021498971011103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106021498971011103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106021498971011103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106021498971011103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-got-my-grades-today-i-got-2-as-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106011730906139935</id><published>2003-08-05T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T17:01:49.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had an absolutely brilliant idea today!!  I mean if this comes through all my problems will be solved!!  YAY ME!!I'm soo excited about this idea....i can't wait!!  Okie...so, i may actually be able to get my "Emily" edition Mini!!!   HEHEHEHHE....  I wonder what i will put on the license plate???  Hmmmm???  Any suggestions????I feel kinda weird today...like dizzy but not really dizzy....ohhh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106011730906139935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106011730906139935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106011730906139935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106011730906139935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-had-absolutely-brilliant-idea-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-106003088122468011</id><published>2003-08-04T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T17:01:21.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pete finally updated his blog!!!  LOL  Funny thing is he doesn't read anyone else's blog.  Right pete?  Well i thought that grades were supposed to be posted today, but they are supposed to be turned in by the teachers by midnight today...which means that i won't see them until Thursday.  You know why do they tell us that?  Like we really need to know.  I just want to know when I get to see my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/106003088122468011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=106003088122468011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106003088122468011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/106003088122468011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/pete-finally-updated-his-blog-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105983991531617308</id><published>2003-08-02T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T16:22:30.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If the shoe fits WEAR IT!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105983991531617308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105983991531617308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105983991531617308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105983991531617308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/08/img-srchttpimg.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105969337411008301</id><published>2003-07-31T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T19:25:20.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My first day off has been nice.  I'm not really used to all this free time.  I've felt antsy.  I guess tomorrow I could do some work.  I did some housework when I woke up...but that got boring fast.  LOLMy poor Jorelly he has had a really bad nosebleed...this is the 2nd one now.  I'm a bit concerned.  I wish we had health insurance so he could go to the doctor.  =o(  Really sux to not have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105969337411008301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105969337411008301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105969337411008301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105969337411008301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/my-first-day-off-has-been-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105962011590040706</id><published>2003-07-30T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T22:55:15.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the second Emily book ended...hope you liked it.  I'll try to find other interesting stuff to put up here eventually.Today was my last day of class.  You know, I was working on my final design project and I just don't think I put as much effort into it as i did for the others.  I'm a bit worried now....but i guess it's too late.  I also turned in my art class portfolio today.  It would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105962011590040706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105962011590040706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105962011590040706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105962011590040706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/well-second-emily-book-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105951650268328462</id><published>2003-07-29T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T18:08:22.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Let there be dark."  (from Book of Strange)I have a terrible back pain.  I sat in some stupid wooden drawing thing today and when i got up my back started hurting.  Weird thing is I was sitting there for all of ten minutes and i was sitting up straight....i have no idea why this happened!!  I'm miserable.  It hurts musho....i just took some "Doan's" back medication...hopefully that will help.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105951650268328462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105951650268328462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105951650268328462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105951650268328462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/let-there-be-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105944624757250380</id><published>2003-07-28T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T22:37:27.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If Wendy had her way...every day would be gray."  (from Book of Strange)Last week of classes.  I'm amazed at how quick it's come to an end.  I am happy and at the same time scared.  My fall semester promises to be one special summer.  Taking two 500 level philosophy classes in ONE semester!!!  I'm honestly scared and nervous!!  Not to mention I also have other upper level classes in my other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105944624757250380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105944624757250380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105944624757250380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105944624757250380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/if-wendy-had-her-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105927212578938228</id><published>2003-07-26T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T21:41:22.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The oddest thing just happened to me.  I went to the restroom to wash my hands after dinner and I looked up in the mirror and I saw an amazing thing.I saw a really pretty girl.  See you don't understand I've never seen that in my life.  I saw beautiful straight brown hair and matching brown eyes.  I saw beautiful creamy fair skin and rouge blushed lips....softly blushed cheecks.  The contrast of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105927212578938228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105927212578938228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105927212578938228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105927212578938228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/oddest-thing-just-happened-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105908568086533717</id><published>2003-07-24T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T18:30:19.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy isn't scared of monsters...she creates Zonters!"  (from Book of Strange)Today was a bit frustrating.  I mean nothing major happened but everything seemed to have been running late.  I didn't finish my drawing, which means i have to go in early tomorrow to finish it up.  Then, i was in school until almost 5:30 finishing up my design projects.  I really just had frustrating set backs today..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105908568086533717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105908568086533717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105908568086533717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105908568086533717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/wendy-isnt-scared-of-monsters.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105900127997284392</id><published>2003-07-23T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T19:18:43.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy may be little...but she thinks big."  (from Book of Strange)It was a very busy weekend.  I had a bunch of activities going on.  It was honestly, really nice.  Too bad it was all squished into one weekend.  I saw my friend, Frank, it was sooooo nice to see him.  We were really good friends.  We used to hang out all the time.  I have no idea when or how we lost touch...he went off to FSU...i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105900127997284392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105900127997284392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105900127997284392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105900127997284392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/wendy-may-be-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105856601373611509</id><published>2003-07-18T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T18:46:51.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It doesn't matter which way you go...as long as you get lost."  (from Book of Strange)Well very frustrating day today.  My drawings are coming out sooo bad.  I was sooo frustrated today.  I started my drawing 3 times!!  It was awful.  I honestly had the worst drawing day ever.  So, my teacher said it was okie.  That for as frustrated as I was it really didn't come out too bad.Well this weekend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105856601373611509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105856601373611509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105856601373611509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105856601373611509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/it-doesnt-matter-which-way-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105847641746195064</id><published>2003-07-17T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T17:13:37.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A picture speaks a thousand weirds."  (from Book of Strange)How appropriate it is that this quote came up today.  Some of you don't know why...but the ones the know why, know why!!  LOL  hehehehe...(Yea....i mean you Gutter girl!!)  LOLWell my anxiety is not doing too great but it's better.  I've cried a lot these past few days.  I would say almost a week I've spent really bummy and crying for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105847641746195064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105847641746195064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105847641746195064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105847641746195064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/picture-speaks-thousand-weirds.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105841313876516484</id><published>2003-07-16T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T23:38:58.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy may speak softly...but she is always loud and clear."  (from Book of Strange)Having really bad anxiety attacks lately.  I guess I just have a lot going on.  Things that I really shouldn't share here.  A bit too personal even for you...my blogging world.  Like I say....Sometimes silence is the best option.xxxooo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105841313876516484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105841313876516484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105841313876516484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105841313876516484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/wendy-may-speak-softly.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105821625565436630</id><published>2003-07-14T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T17:00:39.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy hears everything...and listens to nothing."  (from Book of Strange)This weekend was pretty crazy.  Saturday we (Grace, Jorell, and I) were bored and we decided to go to Office Max and buy a printer that was on sale for $20.00...but then there was one for $50.00 that looked better.  Well let me just say that we spent about 3 hours at Office Max and almost $1,000.00 (each) later we left.  We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105821625565436630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105821625565436630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105821625565436630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105821625565436630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/wendy-hears-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105796184876492939</id><published>2003-07-11T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T18:17:28.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy sees the world through a tangled web."  (from Book of Strange)Today was pretty normal.  I have tons of homework but I don't really feel like doing any of it.  My cold is getting a little better I guess.  I honestly have no idea.  I hope that it is. I want a new car really bad.  I'm torn about getting into debt now just because I really also want to move.  Jorell really needs to find a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105796184876492939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105796184876492939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105796184876492939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105796184876492939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/wendy-sees-world-through-tangled-web.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105787753398788580</id><published>2003-07-10T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T18:54:35.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finished the first Emily book.  How did you like it?  I guess it's different if you don't have the illustrations to go with the story.  However, It really is a very cute book.I'm going to start the new Emily book tomorrow.  It's called Emily's Secret Book of Strange.  Today I drew an outstanding drawing.  I am soooo proud of myself.  I just can't believe I drew something sooo nice.  I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105787753398788580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105787753398788580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105787753398788580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105787753398788580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-finished-first-emily-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105772258577101801</id><published>2003-07-08T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T23:49:45.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy doesn't Change...She's always strange."  (from Emily Strange)We are doing these stupid drawings in my drawing class.  With black markers...you know those fat black markers...the ones they wanted to make illegal.  I tell you what that stuff makes me sooo dizzy during class.  I bet I'm killing all kinds of brain cells.  So...that's my gripe.Well I'm supposed to be doing a million things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105772258577101801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105772258577101801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105772258577101801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105772258577101801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/wendy-doesnt-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105763087900559122</id><published>2003-07-07T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T16:26:10.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy holds the future in her own hands." (from Emily Strange)Yup, I'm actually learning how to draw.  I mean hey, listen, I'm no Picasso or even remotely close...but I'm surprised with my progress.  I would've never thought that I could actually draw what I've drawn.Not much to say today.  Just kinda normal.You know I bought hangers yesterday cause my stuff doesn't fit in my drawers so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105763087900559122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105763087900559122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105763087900559122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105763087900559122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/wendy-holds-future-in-her-own-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105727844901738386</id><published>2003-07-03T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T20:53:56.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sweet dreams." (from Emily Strange)Hello again!!  Missed me?  I missed myself.  Well, I started school.  Which is probably what's kept me busy.  I'm taking a drawing class...it's pretty kool.  Never thought I could draw...well not that i am an artist or anything but I would say they are viewable.  :)  I'm taking two summer courses.  I'm keeping pretty busy for the next month or so.  I'll try</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105727844901738386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105727844901738386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105727844901738386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105727844901738386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/07/sweet-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105640320856519512</id><published>2003-06-23T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T17:20:08.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy's dream...is your worst nightmare." (from Emily Strange)The weekend was great.  We spent the whole day at the mall on Saturday.  It was nice.  We hadn't done that in a long time.  We saw a movie.  Sunday we went to hoolies!!  YUMMIIIEE!!  Those Mozz sticks!!  YUM!Slept in late today...dreading going back to school on Wednesday.  I mean, yea, i want to go back but...at the same time i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105640320856519512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105640320856519512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105640320856519512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105640320856519512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendys-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105614294065079242</id><published>2003-06-20T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T17:07:22.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy isn't evil...she's just up to no good." (from Emily Strange)Alright so I can't really relate.My mother.  Need I really say more?  Exhaustive day.  UGH!!  Really just absolutely insane.  Felt like it went around in circles.For the passed few days I've had this Cure song stuck in my head.  I won't bore you will all the lyrics and stuff....but here is the part I can't get out of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105614294065079242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105614294065079242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105614294065079242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105614294065079242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-isnt-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105605571961442089</id><published>2003-06-19T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T18:23:38.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy isn't crazy...she's just mad."  (from Emily Strange)Today was horrible.  Just all around horrible.  My mom made me a mess this morning.  :(Ended up all dressed up and no place to go.  Not much else to say...feeling kinda blue.  Who knew that Wendy could be blue?  Wendy has stormy eyes...xxxooo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105605571961442089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105605571961442089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105605571961442089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105605571961442089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-isnt-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105597178532308607</id><published>2003-06-18T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T17:29:45.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy saw the light...and she wasn't impressed."  (from Emily Strange)Sometimes silence is the best option....xxxooo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105597178532308607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105597178532308607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105597178532308607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105597178532308607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-saw-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105588390561923290</id><published>2003-06-17T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T17:06:28.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy doesn't make imaginary friends...she creates imaginary enemies." (from Emily Strange)So, I started on my to do list / in box but didn't quite make it to the bottom.  Hell, but where is the bottom?!!  The bottom is when i move out.  That's it.  That's the last to do and the last item...when i say mom...take it all back...can't deal with this anymore.  I'm running away.  Sometimes i feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105588390561923290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105588390561923290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105588390561923290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105588390561923290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-doesnt-make-imaginary-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105579850265555428</id><published>2003-06-16T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T17:21:42.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy may be odd...but she always gets even."  (from Emily Strange)Well so Father's day turned out nice.  Had dinner and watched a movie.  We saw "The Italian Job," it was okie.  Not bad.  Dad (Jorell's Dad) wanted to see it so that is what we saw.  You know I wasn't sad yesterday.  Thought i would be.  Thought I would miss my dad...but i didn't.  Weird but true.  Guess it has been 4 years now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105579850265555428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105579850265555428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105579850265555428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105579850265555428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-may-be-odd.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105554797418394679</id><published>2003-06-13T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T19:46:13.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy doesn't just break rules...she breaks hearts."  (from Emily Strange)Okie...so the above quote...far from the truth...but I am doing this Emily Strange thing and today is about the only day that doesn't match...sort of anyway.  OMG...today was the hardest day of work out this whole week.  Maybe it's because last night I barely slept.  I kept waking up...thinking...tossing...turning...it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105554797418394679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105554797418394679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105554797418394679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105554797418394679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-doesnt-just-break-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105547119230677028</id><published>2003-06-12T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T22:26:32.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy doesn't cheat...she plays be her own rules."  (from Emily Strange)I finally got all my errands done that were left undone a few days ago.  Felt nice to get out.  Drove around jus to the places I had to go but drove.  I feel lonely when I drive alone.  Feel the need to call someone up all the time.  I feel lonely a lot.  Funny cause I have people who adore me but why do I feel so lonely?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105547119230677028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105547119230677028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105547119230677028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105547119230677028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-doesnt-cheat.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105536434034362316</id><published>2003-06-11T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T16:45:40.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy doesn't aim high...she aims low."  (from Emily Strange)Wake up call:   WEEEEEEEEENDDDDDDDDDY!!!!  WEEEEENDDDDY!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDY!!!!! I wanted to cry.      Why sooo rude?  If I wanted an annoying alarm clock...I would BUY ONE!  UGH!!  So what was the big deal?  Well she needed me to do stuff for her.  She came in my room while i was sleeping.  How </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105536434034362316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105536434034362316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105536434034362316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105536434034362316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-doesnt-aim-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105529001457051279</id><published>2003-06-10T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T20:48:46.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy believes...seeing is deceiving." (from Emily Strange)What a day!!  Kinda bummy...lots of problems to deal with in one day.Started working out today so I feel good!!!  I just got back and I'm all energized!!  We did a lot for our first day.  I think we did pretty damn good.  Not much to say....just a day in the week.xoxoxoxox</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105529001457051279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105529001457051279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105529001457051279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105529001457051279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-believes.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105520421214951974</id><published>2003-06-09T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T20:16:51.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wendy isn't lazy...she's just happy doing nothing." (from Emily Strange)So I set out to do a million things and did half of what i wanted to do.My car's shift nob died on me while i was at the bank, in the drive thru!!!!   I couldn't get the car from park to drive again.  I was soooooo mortified.  I had to get off the car and tell the lady behind me to change lanes.  I wanted to DIE!!!  So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105520421214951974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105520421214951974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105520421214951974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105520421214951974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-isnt-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105511537211149442</id><published>2003-06-08T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T19:40:04.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Wendy doesn't search to belong...she searches to be lost.' (adapted from Emily Strange)I saw Finding Nemo!!  What a great movie!!  It was funny, it had drama, adventure, love...everything!  I loved it!!  Jorell says he wants to get it on DVD as soon as it comes out.I bought some more stuff from the hot topic site and some stuff at old navy.  Went shopping...shopping always makes me feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105511537211149442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105511537211149442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105511537211149442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105511537211149442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/wendy-doesnt-search-to-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105493819669179048</id><published>2003-06-06T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T18:23:16.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FINALLY!!!  READ ALL ABOUT IT!!!!  Grace and I are speaking to eachother again!!  Got out of the house today....all by myself!!  Imagine that!!  LOLGoing to see Nemo tonight!!  Finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Got my hot topic t shirts and other kool stuff today!!!!!  I was so excited i hopped all the way to the door when the UPS truck drove by!!!!!!!  Everything is adorable!!  ADORABLE!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105493819669179048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105493819669179048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105493819669179048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105493819669179048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/finally-read-all-about-it-grace-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105484877288728479</id><published>2003-06-05T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T17:32:52.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a crazy day!!  My life is pretty crazy.Busy day at work today.  My mom, phone, hold for 3 hours, just crazy...everything was crazy.My toddler, Dave, gave me a hard time today....must be his baby teeth growing in.  Who knows?Pete, sweet as always...wrote about me in his blog...gave me credit for showing him the light!!  How cool is that?  I made a difference in his life.  And in case i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105484877288728479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105484877288728479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105484877288728479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105484877288728479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/what-crazy-day-my-life-is-pretty-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105468433216244214</id><published>2003-06-03T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T19:52:12.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in love with Monica Belluci.  How can someone be sooo beautiful??  Why wasn't nature so generous with me?  She is such a beautiful woman.  She has sooo much sex appeal!!  WOW!!  If I only had 1/10th of that…I would be sooo lucky.Ahhh, yes, you may notice that my comments are gone.  Where did they go??  Sorry, about that….it seems there was a glitch in the matrix and well I had to redo the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105468433216244214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105468433216244214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105468433216244214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105468433216244214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/im-in-love-with-monica-belluci.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105460808292918992</id><published>2003-06-02T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T22:41:22.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a good day.  I felt abnormally happy today.  This whole weekend happy and now, spilling into Monday?  Very strange; a good strange nonetheless.  Even spent like 2 hours with mom and wow, no fights!  Didn’t even yell!!  Can you imagine?  Well imagine it.Jorell worked until very late.  Poor baby, I felt soo bad that he had to be there until soo late.  We cuddled for a bit before dinner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105460808292918992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105460808292918992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105460808292918992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105460808292918992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445164.post-105451291251262865</id><published>2003-06-01T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T21:29:30.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes...i did it.  I changed it to the blog.  My hello kitty page was too complicated.  Let's see how this goes.Today is not exciting.  Sat home all day waiting for my father-in-law.  Really wanted to put up my curtains.  =o(  Well hopefully next weekend I'll convince him to come with his drill.  Nothing else...vegged out here in front of the screen all day.  Jorell has had fun today...played RPG</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/feeds/105451291251262865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5445164&amp;postID=105451291251262865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105451291251262865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445164/posts/default/105451291251262865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wndytime.blogspot.com/2003/06/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864004275503470548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/5/1622/320/PA190028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
