<?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-7202527554349703112</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:31:50.328-08:00</updated><category term='smells'/><category term='cleaning.'/><title type='text'>The Life and Times of Jessica Snell</title><subtitle type='html'>A detailed account of what really happened.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-5122467186081259795</id><published>2011-12-13T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:26:55.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>Wow its cold at 630 AM. I cant wait till its warm again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-5122467186081259795?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/5122467186081259795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=5122467186081259795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/5122467186081259795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/5122467186081259795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2011/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-8795293010823984727</id><published>2011-08-18T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:10:21.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurel Brooke</title><content type='html'>So, most of you readers know that I now work at Laurel Brooke elder care, what you may not now is that after almost two months i am still in training. The boss had said she wanted me trained for as many halls as possible, but i am now trained for 2 of 3 shifts, in every hall. It has been a tiresome 2 months of learning names and treatments, only to be training somewhere else the next week. I am proud and relieved to say there is nowhere else to train. Starting next week i'm on my own! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-8795293010823984727?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/8795293010823984727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=8795293010823984727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/8795293010823984727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/8795293010823984727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2011/08/laurel-brooke.html' title='Laurel Brooke'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-2997216244711059504</id><published>2011-04-19T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:23:04.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuberculosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  It occurs to me that i get anxious easily. this Wednesday, My boss pulls me into the office (with her usual terrifying phone call).  I'm at the desk, filling out paperwork, and the phone rings. Hayley says "Jessica. . can you come to the office for a moment?". Naturally i think WHAT DID I DO WRONG??? AHHH. So, gathering my courage, i walk down to the office, and knock on the door. She looks at me for a prolonged moment, then says its time for my yearly TB test, and i need to go to the manor for it before Saturday. Which naturally means i procrastinate till Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   On Friday, i go get the shot. a nurse sticks a needle just barely under my skin and injects a liquid in a large bubble into my arm. Witch we all know i found greatly amusing. Then the nurse says that i need to come back on monday so she can detect any swelling, and if the injection site does swell, it means i have tuberculosis and will need to me quarantined.&lt;br /&gt;  I spent the entire weekend staring at my arm trying not to panic over a bruised injection site. Naturally my mind had me dying in a hospital at the age of 29.&lt;br /&gt;  i didn't need to worry though, as i do not have TB. A different nurse informed me that if my arm had swelled, it would be roughly the size of a softball. The first nurse likes to freak people out.&lt;br /&gt;  Moral of the story: hold the anxiety until there is actual cause for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-2997216244711059504?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/2997216244711059504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=2997216244711059504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/2997216244711059504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/2997216244711059504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2011/04/tuberculosis.html' title='Tuberculosis'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-8206875366301938398</id><published>2010-11-03T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:32:57.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning.'/><title type='text'>Whats That Smell?</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday, i thought I'd air my house out a bit before winter sets in and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; closed in for months.  About a half hour later, I had to ask the question, "UGH WHAT IS THAT SMELL?", and in a way not unlike moms, I sniffed around for at least 15 minutes before sniffing outside to my wet front step.  It only took me a little bit to realize that my neighbors black Labrador had done his business all over the place. There must be something wrong with that dog cause boy O boy is it a bad smell.   So, the question I have is how on earth do i get a bad smell out of wood? HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      On the good side, that smell spurred a massive clean up including the reorganization of two closets, three bookshelves, the switching of my wardrobe to winter wear, dusting my ceiling fan(then everything else), and the complete sanitizing of my kitchen and bathroom. Also, the constant use of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;febreeze&lt;/span&gt;, and candles (still it smells.).  It was a busy day, but now I'm ready for the holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-8206875366301938398?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/8206875366301938398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=8206875366301938398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/8206875366301938398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/8206875366301938398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-that-smell.html' title='Whats That Smell?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-8714651140631751033</id><published>2009-01-15T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:16:12.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Mine!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, in the space of about a week my work hours have fluctuated quite a lot. got about four new cases! Then, slowly my luck seemed to change. My older more fragile friends slowly began to experience disaster.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alzheimers'&lt;/span&gt; lady got moved into a home, and Marion (that I clean and shop for) fell down her front steps and broke her leg in two places! Horrible! Not only am  I now deprived of their kindness and friendship, but the whole ordeal makes all of those new cases irrelevant. Next, I lost three of the four cases, and gained three different ones in the same day! Whatever, I have decided to move into an apartment! Despite my recent flux, I have been assured that within the next two weeks I will have the maximum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forty&lt;/span&gt; hours possible! Hearing this, I have decided that its time for an apartment! So, at this very minute I sit in 226 Jefferson St Apt 3! It is a small thing, but its mine, and more space than I had before! I have my own bathroom, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;! How exciting! Another very lovely thing is that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bearly&lt;/span&gt; have the heat on at all, yet the surrounding apartments are heating my bedroom, and, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; picking up someones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;! I'm loving this whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. In short, its going to be a lovely six months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-8714651140631751033?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/8714651140631751033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=8714651140631751033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/8714651140631751033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/8714651140631751033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2009/01/226-jefferson-st-apartment-3.html' title='All Mine!!!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-8063676428637524781</id><published>2008-12-18T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:41:01.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replying to Amandas 100 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's Been a really, really, really really long time since I last updated, so I thought that Amandas questionare would help re-up my interest in blogging, and your interest in my blogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Started your own blog -Yes, but as you see its not going so well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars -No, I'm not that kinda girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band - No. But I hung out with the colour guard.&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii -Someday.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower - No, But I've Always wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity -Heck I'm a charity unto my self, but yes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland -Disney World, yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain - In a car with mom and dad while singing "Climb Every Mountain"&lt;br /&gt; in my mind&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis - I don't do bugs.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped - I went Bridge jumping once! Thats as far as I go.&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris -Not yet, but kimmi and I are planning a 2010 trip. Always assuming she isn't knee deep in children by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea -No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch- &lt;/strong&gt;my roomate taught me to knit once. Needless to say I forgot quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15. Adopted a child -No, but when I do, I hope its a little asian girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning -No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty -No &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables -tomatoes.  Off the balcony of my apartment in Idaho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France -Nope, 2010 babe!&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train -A little old fashion for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight -&lt;/strong&gt;As a child with Kari&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked -Yeah, just once. Idaho baby! The safest place on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill- Hasn't everyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort -I think I was the sledding type.&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb -No&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping - It would be more interesting if i could say yes.&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon -HA HA Ha  good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice -Someday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse - Not that I remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset - Both. My apartment roof had a really nice view.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run - HA HA I dont do sports either.&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise -No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person - Yes. Its wet on those walkways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors -No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community -Drive by. Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language -&lt;/strong&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied -Never&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person -Someday&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing -I climbed a rock wall at the movies in Idaho. Never Again.&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David - Textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke -Once with the Odassos', once at prom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt -nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant -No.&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa -no, but with luck i'll get to Jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight -No.&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance -No, but I've come close.&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted -The world doesnt need one more portrait of some woman that no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing -eeeeewwwwwwwwwwww. I dont do fish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person -Some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris -No. Once again, depending on Kimmis'&lt;/strong&gt; kid count.&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling -HA! I can Barely swim to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain -No, but I cant imagine its all that great.&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud -Hasnt everyone once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater -Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie -My roomies used to film the apartment so, . . yes I guess.&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China -No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;57. Started a business -no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class -Nope but if i did I'd get my but kicked over and over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia -No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen -No &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies -. . . Girl Scouts. &lt;/strong&gt;not the greatest time I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching -No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason -&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. They looked nice, and they were free from a greenhouse.&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma -Blood. I got yelled at and told that I dont have enough as it is, I dont need to give it to others.&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving -I'd Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp -no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check -Yes.&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter -nope&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy -Five or six of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial -youth temple trips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar -I really dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt- Relief society activity for a charity for the survivors of Katrina&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square- No, But that'd be fun for the first hour or so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades -no&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job -No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London -No, but I saw a mock up with Randa once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;77. Broken a bone -No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle -&lt;/strong&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person -No, sadly i didnt have enough money to take that field trip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;80. Published a book -no, but i know a writer who hopes to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican -no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car -someday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem -no&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper -Thank heavens no.&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible -no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;86. Visited the White House -Walked around it once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating -uh. .. no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox -Sadly yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life -no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury -Someones life partialy in my hands.... scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;91. Met someone famous - Someone off American Idol. cant remember his name now. Shows how famous he was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club - no.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they dont work.&lt;br /&gt;93. Lost a loved one -yes&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby -no. thank goodness. I couldnt handle that right now.&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person -no&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake -I dont think i would want to.&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit -No.&lt;br /&gt;98. -Had a cell phone -Yeah, but i should use it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee - not that i recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-8063676428637524781?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/8063676428637524781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=8063676428637524781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/8063676428637524781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/8063676428637524781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2008/12/replying-to-amandas-100-questions.html' title='Replying to Amandas 100 Questions'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-4894577640138829104</id><published>2008-05-11T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:13:54.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck!</title><content type='html'>So, I hope you all took notice of the picture on the right of my last post.  If not, its just below this one anyway.  On the right side of the picture you'll notice a deck on the second floor, and a roof leading to the parking lot. Also attached to the porch is a rope and a bag that can be pulled between the inn and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. I bring this up because yesterday I got stuck on that deck for ten minutes!&lt;br /&gt;         See, no one told me that if you let the door slam shut behind you like it wants to, then you'll be locked out. So when I went out to use the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pully&lt;/span&gt; bag" (yes, they actually call it that) I let the door swing shut. After using the bag, I went to the door, and found out that I was stuck. I realized that the house was empty, so I climbed over the porch-railing, and walked along the roof to the edge and looked down into the four foot rock filled chasm between me and the cars, and quickly went back to safety on the deck!  How did I get off you ask? I sat there and yelled for Nancy down in the kitchen to come rescue me.  She didn't hear me for a good ten minutes but she finally came up and got me off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!! In other news, someone stole the eagle totem pole from the front porch! How weird is that! Stupid kids! I bet that will be like stevens stop sign. It just sits there and no one knows what to do with it when they're trying to clean out years from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-4894577640138829104?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/4894577640138829104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=4894577640138829104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/4894577640138829104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/4894577640138829104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2008/05/stuck.html' title='Stuck!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-4184978588777472423</id><published>2008-04-17T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:12:00.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budget Host Gold Eagle Inn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/SAfxQ-r1OQI/AAAAAAAAACA/tVhkIkuoOkE/s1600-h/blog+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190382369574828290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/SAfxQ-r1OQI/AAAAAAAAACA/tVhkIkuoOkE/s200/blog+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everyone! Its no great secret that I quit my job, but there are a few of you that probably don’t know that I have a new one.&lt;br /&gt;After getting fed up with long taxing and tiring hours, and rude supervisors, and other stressors, I quit and will never look back.&lt;br /&gt;     So, I started my search for a new and better job by calling both career links, and manpower and readjusting the hours I had available. I also came away with the idea of working as a secretary in a school or &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/SAfwVur1OPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6ll_DXJYCqY/s1600-h/blog+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190381351667579122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/SAfwVur1OPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6ll_DXJYCqY/s200/blog+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hospital. I had gotten all the information and had everything filled out and sent when I thought of applying for the second time at a hotel on the Allegheny Boulevard. Apparently my friend Megan had recommended me to her boss. My second application went strait through and I started training on Tuesday. My job at the “Budget Host Golden Eagle Inn” seems pretty simple. I simply take inventory of the restaurant and hotel for the previous day, check people into the hotel, and answer the phones. Plus, when my job watching Sammy is over in a month or so, I can easily pick up hours as a dishwasher or something else in the Inn! “I think I’m gonna like it here!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Just an aside, The Gold Eagle reminds me of a summer camp or something like it. It has a rustic wooden bridge, and a set of shallow wooden steps that remind me of my first summer camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/SAfvM-r1ONI/AAAAAAAAABo/qLHLiUhkSSg/s1600-h/blog+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190380101832095954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/SAfvM-r1ONI/AAAAAAAAABo/qLHLiUhkSSg/s200/blog+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“What did I ever see in Mikes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well to be honest it was sometimes nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But still it wasn't worth the awful price&lt;br /&gt;It was rough from the start;&lt;br /&gt;Broken feet&lt;br /&gt;Broken back&lt;br /&gt;Broken neck&lt;br /&gt;What did I ever see in mikes?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-4184978588777472423?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/4184978588777472423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=4184978588777472423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/4184978588777472423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/4184978588777472423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2008/04/budget-host-gold-eagle-inn.html' title='Budget Host Gold Eagle Inn'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/SAfxQ-r1OQI/AAAAAAAAACA/tVhkIkuoOkE/s72-c/blog+091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-5367359576261968684</id><published>2008-03-19T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:12:01.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/R-GJwv6fVrI/AAAAAAAAABI/5fhZymNBtWI/s1600-h/misc+jess+cam+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179572517041297074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 5px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/R-GJwv6fVrI/AAAAAAAAABI/5fhZymNBtWI/s200/misc+jess+cam+078.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;March has been pretty uneventful. The one thing that happened, took place on Monday. It was one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gross&lt;/span&gt; and foggy days (that was actually not cold), when no one wants to go outside. Day after day, I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to get Sam to play outside with me. But for some reason he thought it was a great day to ride his tractor and scooter on the patio. So, we got all trussed up and had been playing for about a half hour when he got the idea to roll down the hill between the shed and the house, and before i noticed he had gone sliding and rolling down the length of the hill. Then deciding that that was lots of fun, he ran across the yard to the other hill that ends in a great big drop and started rolling down. He was about half way across the yard when i saw what he was going to do, and ran interception. I caught him up and decided that it was time for a bath. Lessons learned from this event? Watch the boy! Never leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; eyes off the small boy heading for danger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zadd&lt;/span&gt;, Jake, Kari, Brian and i played "Hand and Foot" the other day, and i discovered that Kari is the Queen of the game. She beat the living daylights out of us all.!. I also realize how very much I miss my Angie (Frost) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bastings&lt;/span&gt;! '_' I'm thinking more and more about Denver and becoming a flight attendant. Well, lots to think about in the coming months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-5367359576261968684?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/5367359576261968684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=5367359576261968684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/5367359576261968684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/5367359576261968684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2008/03/rolling.html' title='Rolling'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/R-GJwv6fVrI/AAAAAAAAABI/5fhZymNBtWI/s72-c/misc+jess+cam+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-303142242901125416</id><published>2008-02-12T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:15:09.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer and Ditches</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I learned a lesson on deer and ditches. I was on my way to babysit Samuel Blair Adams Hindman when rounding a curve, I saw a gigantic deer and hit the brake. Needless to say, I slid on ice and landed in a two foot deep ditch.&lt;br /&gt;    After hitching a ride with one of Kelseys friends I called somone to tow my car out of the ditch. Luckily, there is no damage to the body of my beautious baby focus. my front passenger side wheel cover does need replaced.&lt;br /&gt;    I' starting to think that tire is cursed, because the last time I had a problem with "babe" it was that same wheel cover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-303142242901125416?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/303142242901125416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=303142242901125416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/303142242901125416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/303142242901125416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2008/02/deer-and-ditches.html' title='Deer and Ditches'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-5373351887233421715</id><published>2008-01-23T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:23:00.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>Well, January is half over! which means the end of the snow is ever closer! YAY!!! I'm really busy with Mikes supermarket, and babysitting Sammy, and to make it all worse i have trouble getting the whole way to his house. Today i got to the very top of the hill and slid backwards, managing to park over by their stable. How i'll get out of there i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;    I'm really excited and ready to find a new job this month. Hopefully it'll be a nine to five job, and not have weekends so i can find a second job in that time. All said, i should be able to get an apartment in the next few months, even sooner if i find a roommate. Hmmmm now lets see. . who could i get to do that? . . . Katie roomy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-5373351887233421715?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/5373351887233421715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=5373351887233421715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/5373351887233421715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/5373351887233421715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2008/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202527554349703112.post-2895316374433813535</id><published>2008-01-23T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:44:24.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Well, i decided to start this blog. The main reason being that most of my friends and family are scattered across the country, and I'm begining to lose touch with you all. So, I encourage you all to check in on my blog every one in a while and maybe even start your own so i can look in after you. I hope you're all well and happy this Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202527554349703112-2895316374433813535?l=jessiesnell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/feeds/2895316374433813535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202527554349703112&amp;postID=2895316374433813535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/2895316374433813535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202527554349703112/posts/default/2895316374433813535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessiesnell.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660805720800674161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xz942sYrmN4/TNRmvSaZ60I/AAAAAAAAADg/P7bULxzDI_k/S220/n193309059_31263463_2738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
