<?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-9632804</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:49:23.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F That Noise</title><subtitle type='html'>Its so hard to be me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-113595670298878103</id><published>2005-12-30T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T09:31:43.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>I thought I would use my blog this morning to express how miserable I am today.  So first off, I woke up on the entirely wrong side of the bed this morning.  I've been so grumpy because I had such a crappy night's sleep.  I kept being woken up in the middle of the night, for once it wasn't the neighbors I share my wall with.  Not to mention, I woke up at 5:45 yesterday morning, so I was extra tired yesterday anyways.  I am definitely sleeping in tomorrow until at least 10 or 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today is my last day working at NTS, my campus job.  Tuesday I start my "real," big girl job, I'm very excited about that!  Unfortunately, because of the holidays and the fact that my supervisor is gone, there is nothing to do at work so I am incredibly bored.  I have already gone through what I can do:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Stare at my phone for a good 5 minutes without turning my head (you wouldn't believe the number of times and ways you can count the number of buttons on a phone). &lt;br /&gt;2.  Check Facebook (I've never been more familiar with my friends' profiles).&lt;br /&gt;3.  Check my gmail (there's never anything there because the people I email haven't even gotten out of bed yet).&lt;br /&gt;4.  Solitaire (you can only do that for so long before it takes over your mind and everything you think about is thought of in terms of solitaire and cards)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Blogging (right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my plan for the rest of the day:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Listening to Ipod and hopefully having something to work on for work at some point today.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Fill-it-in puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;3.  More solitaire&lt;br /&gt;4.  Freecell&lt;br /&gt;5.  Minesweeper&lt;br /&gt;6.  Lunch&lt;br /&gt;7.  Repeat steps 1-5&lt;br /&gt;8.  Wrap my boss's office in cling wrap (that's what he gets for being out of town on my last day here - - he's just lucky I'm not putting any of his desk supplies in jello).&lt;br /&gt;9.  Possibly blogging again, depends on what happens over lunch and if I'm still miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-113595670298878103?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/113595670298878103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=113595670298878103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/113595670298878103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/113595670298878103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-113587258337937365</id><published>2005-12-29T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:09:43.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-113587258337937365?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/113587258337937365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=113587258337937365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/113587258337937365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/113587258337937365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-113587226743598689</id><published>2005-12-29T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:04:27.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm On A Roll Now</title><content type='html'>Thank you Meagan for introducing me to Sephora&lt;www.sephora.com&gt;. I have now become engulfed in making a favorites list as well. Mine took a mere 30 minutes to become over $500 of beauty supplies. Jeez! But, I'm at work and it is really boring and I still have 6 hours and 15 minutes to pass, so what else can I do? I just thought I would show everyone a few of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/pout.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/pout.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http: jsessionid="V1RT53WRICJB5LAUCLBBXCQ?id=P116300"&gt;Bust Enhancer! My dreams have come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/cupcake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/cupcake.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http: jsessionid="V1RT53WRICJB5LAUCLBBXCQ?id=P93629"&gt;I love cupcakes, why not smell like one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/creamsicle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/creamsicle.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/creamsicle.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http: jsessionid="V1RT53WRICJB5LAUCLBBXCQ?id=P93635"&gt;I just thought that this sounded tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/sephora%20eyeshadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/sephora%20eyeshadow.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/sephora%20eyeshadow.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http: jsessionid="V1RT53WRICJB5LAUCLBBXCQ?id=P124702"&gt;I'm just really into these colors right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is just normal make-up type stuff. I feel like I should finally learn how to really do my make-up so that I can look fancy now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-113587226743598689?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/113587226743598689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=113587226743598689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/113587226743598689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/113587226743598689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-on-roll-now.html' title='I&apos;m On A Roll Now'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-113587065475260733</id><published>2005-12-29T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T09:37:34.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't blogged in forever</title><content type='html'>I just thought I would grace everyone with my bloggity blogginess since I haven't done so for so long.  I say that as if there are people other than Meagan, Ashley, and Lauren who would read my blog.  So here's a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I graduated from college on December 11, 2005!!  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I took a "girls only" road trip to Louisiana with Lauren, Ashley, and Lisa to go see Meagan.  It was really fun until I got pulled over for going the wrong way down a one-way street in Houston.  Oops.  Now I have an expensive ticket and I was sternly told that if I don't take care of that ticket TX and KS have an agreement that says I will be arrested in KS or whatever they do to young women who forget about tickets.  I need to remember to call today to find out how much the ticket actually costs.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Christmas has come and gone.  This year was really nice.  I got an Ipod, thank you "Santa" Mom and Dad.  Now I am just in the process of figuring it all out and trying to find a way to legally, and frugally, download music off the internet to put on it.  Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;4.  New Years is coming upon us once again.  My resolution is to run 5 days a week.  I want to do a half-marathon by June (preferably before the wedding) and then a full marathon next fall with my dad.  I really think I can do it if I put my mind to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm still the same boring person I was last year when I started this blog over Christmas break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-113587065475260733?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/113587065475260733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=113587065475260733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/113587065475260733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/113587065475260733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-havent-blogged-in-forever.html' title='I haven&apos;t blogged in forever'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-113050982003510665</id><published>2005-10-28T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:30:20.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat this Ashley!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm blogging.  Ashley has been bugging me forever about it, so this should shut her up. :)  Oh well.  There's not much to say.  School is good.  45 days, including weekends, until my graduation day!  Yay.  Oh wait, not yay.  Scary!  I'm not sure what I am going to do.  I just know that I need to make enough money to pay the rent, buy food for myself and Mo, get some insurance, pay the utility bills, and still afford to have a little fun here and there.  Double scary!  I might even cry.  Thanks Ashley, look what you did to me.  See you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-113050982003510665?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/113050982003510665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=113050982003510665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/113050982003510665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/113050982003510665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/eat-this-ashley.html' title='Eat this Ashley!'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112744072660448028</id><published>2005-09-22T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:58:46.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 1 night?</title><content type='html'>I'm crazy, just crazy.  I can't believe I am blogging twice in 1 night.  Ashley inspired me to tell you all about Tuesday night's anatomy test.  I didn't study as well as I thought I did, because I failed.  A big flaming, flying F.  Yikesabee.  Oh well, we can drop a test and that class so its no big thing.  I just thought you would all want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112744072660448028?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112744072660448028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112744072660448028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112744072660448028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112744072660448028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/09/2-in-1-night.html' title='2 in 1 night?'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112743969195454812</id><published>2005-09-22T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:48:26.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Mo!</title><content type='html'>So, a couple of weeks ago Lauren bought a multitude of strange beers from World Market.  Tonight she decided to lay them all out so that we could have a "tasting" session.  I think she was just looking for an excuse to exercise her alcoholism.  So I had a sip of each, and honestly my favorite was when I mixed the worst three beers together and had a taste.  Mmm.  Now there are a bunch of beers in front of us that no one is going to drink.  I wish there was someone here who liked beer...&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, there is.  During this tasting session Mo became quite curious about what we were doing.  He tried to get a drink off of the table after tasting a dribble off of the couch.  It was quite cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/DrunkMo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/DrunkMo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Disclaimer: We did not give Mo beer.  He did not get drunk, he just tried, really hard.  No animals were harmed during this session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112743969195454812?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112743969195454812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112743969195454812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112743969195454812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112743969195454812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/09/drunken-mo.html' title='Drunken Mo!'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112693113835561733</id><published>2005-09-16T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:25:38.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long long while...</title><content type='html'>Its been a long while since my last blog and I have a lot to blog about.  My past month has been quite crazy.  I've worked a lot, so much to do.  I've realized that classes are a pain in my ass and I really don't enjoy going to them (I think there have only been 2 of my Anatomy classes that I've actually stayed awake during - I'm going to bomb Tuesday's test).  I walked around KU with my ass hanging out because I am fat and split my pants and didn't know it.  Oh yes there are pictures too.  I will provide them at a later date.  Mo is being a pain with potty training - more so, I'm just getting impatient, he's really coming along.  Justin's sister is at KU now.  That's pretty fun.  We see eachother way more than I thought we ever would and I like it.  &lt;br /&gt;Note: I just had to tell Justin's dad to keep his pants on.  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;My 21st birthday is 9 days and 39 minutes away.  PARTY!!  (in my pants - hehehe)  I'm making a whole week out of it.  We are going out for dinner on Monday, to the bars on Thursday, and then to the casinos on Friday.  Oh yea baby!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that is about it.  I'm going to head off to bed and sleep.  I'll be back, I alway crawl back into the life of blogging (everyone harasses me about it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112693113835561733?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112693113835561733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112693113835561733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112693113835561733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112693113835561733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-long-long-while.html' title='Its been a long long while...'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112546532815344468</id><published>2005-08-31T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:57:58.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Phenomenal Part of My Day!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I haven't blogged in a while, but nothing has been as spectacular to blog about as what I am about to write.  So, first of all, today we threw Brandon a little birthday party with tacos and cake.  Yeah fun!  &lt;br /&gt;So, for the good stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just sitting in the living room watching some Tommy Boy and Lauren went to bed.  All of a sudden I hear "Jayme! Come here!"  I get to her room to find her pressed up against the wall...guess what she was listening to, "Neighbors having sex for 500, Alex!"  Ding ding ding!  Oh yes we hear the neighbors squeaking away.  It was great.  I soon proceded to pound on the wall, thus killing their mood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene:&lt;br /&gt;"Knock, Knock, Knock." &lt;br /&gt;"Errh!"&lt;br /&gt;Silence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee.  It was magic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren had told me of this happening before, but this time I got to experience it first hand.  They definitely need to move the bed across the room, but part of me hopes that they don't so that we can enjoy the random entertainment some other night.  I also went and got some cups from the kitchen for our listening enjoyment, they definitely enhanced the experience.  Well, I hope you all enjoy the magic of this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112546532815344468?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112546532815344468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112546532815344468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/08/most-phenomenal-part-of-my-day.html' title='Most Phenomenal Part of My Day!'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112476742550259210</id><published>2005-08-22T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:23:45.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm finally relieved.  It was Brandi on the phone and she's on her way back.  I told her that I was worried and she laughed at me.  It was kind of silly, but I just want to make sure that she's ok.  &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Now for the real blog of the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since my last blog, but nothing incredibly exciting has happened lately.  School started.  I have some good classes.  They don't seem like they will be entirely difficult or stressful.  I'm already on my road of procrastination (not a surprise), but its not as bad as usual.  I'm still waiting to figure out what I am going to do with my independent study.  I need to know this week so that I can get my money back if I decide not to do it.  &lt;br /&gt;As far as wedding stuff goes, you'll have to read my wedding blog to get that information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112476742550259210?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112476742550259210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112476742550259210' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112476742550259210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112476742550259210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/08/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112476704703662606</id><published>2005-08-22T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:17:27.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The mommy in me...</title><content type='html'>So, I've recently found the "mommy in me."  Tonight Justin's little sister drove an hour away with her friends, definitely a new thing due to her being in college.  Now I'm sitting here, its been three hours since I last talked to her, and I'm hoping that she got home ok.  I tried to nonchalantly call her just to "see what she was up to," but she didn't answer.  So, now I'm worrying even more, even though I know I shouldn't.  Ok, the phone's ringing.  I hope that's her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112476704703662606?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112476704703662606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112476704703662606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112476704703662606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112476704703662606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/08/mommy-in-me.html' title='The mommy in me...'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112379214045971042</id><published>2005-08-11T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:29:00.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlequin novels</title><content type='html'>So I've decided that my true calling is to write harlequin novels.  Today Lauren and I were chitchatting when I should have been packing to go home (especially since I wanted to leave 20 minutes ago) and my kooky mood led me into a rant that sounded straight from a harlequin novel.  It started with my notation that my black scarf that I had could be used as a blindfold and then draped across one's member.  I went on to describe how "his" (we're not sure who he is, but lets call him Hercules the star of my latest novel) throbbing member was pulsating from being engorged with "fluid,  and how her (lets call her Delilah the heroin of my latest nobel) cavernous "love pocket" was waiting for him to arrive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!!  I need to kneel and pray right now for even joking about the above blasphemous thoughts.  This one will definitely be Peter's blog book when he's checking me into heaven.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Meagan-when we come to visit we are definitely going to Walmart and getting a novel and highlighting all of the good parts :)  I may become inspired and come up with new chapters for my novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112379214045971042?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112379214045971042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112379214045971042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112379214045971042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112379214045971042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/08/harlequin-novels.html' title='Harlequin novels'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112378918193655033</id><published>2005-08-11T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:39:41.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so beautiful?</title><content type='html'>This was my thinking during a conversation I had with a good friend of mine about a pivotal moment between her and her man-friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--At that pivotal time and moment, that was all he had to say?  "You're so beautiful?"  What kind of crap is that?  Usually at this point in time things aren't said.  The silence of the moment is enough for most.  Looking deeply in one another's eyes, just holding on to a moment like that, and of course he goes on to say something from a movie like "you're so beautiful."  Men are interesting creatures they are.  I love how they hardly ever find time to tell you how nice you look that day, or how they never stop to buy you flowers, but they only find time to tell you that you are beautiful when a scenario from a movie has come into play and they cop out and say the last thing they heard at that chick flick you made them see the week before.  &lt;br /&gt;Please, can't you come up with anything better to say?--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the rant, I just thought I would find the time to tell you all of the predictableness that is the species of man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112378918193655033?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112378918193655033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112378918193655033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112378918193655033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112378918193655033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/08/youre-so-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re so beautiful?'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112355873333205878</id><published>2005-08-08T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:38:53.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking worst news EVER!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Justin and I finally set ourselves on a wedding date.  June 24, 2006.  The date seems to make everyone fairly happy and my mom was able to book the church and photographer today and she's booking the country club tomorrow for the reception.  I really wanted an April wedding, but it just didn't work out.   &lt;br /&gt;Ok, so tonight I receive a frantic call from Meagan  and she asked me what my wedding date was and then she quickly hung up and had to go "check on something."  When she called me back she broke the news:&lt;br /&gt;A girl that I can hardly stand to be in the same room with is getting married on the SAME     FREAKING DAY as me.  Oh yes, same freaking day.  It was bad enough when I found out she got engaged before me, now she has to take my day. &lt;br /&gt;Again, it was bad enough when I found out that she got engaged a couple weeks before me, especially since she always ragged on me for talking about Justin and how I wanted to marry him.  She also used to say that she and her boyfriend weren't going to get engaged until after they both graduated, liar.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I know that it isn't a competition or anything and I know that it doesn't matter because my friends are all coming to my wedding, so I am just blessed that I get to have a big beautiful wedding with all of my friends and family.  Its just that I feel like she has once again stolen my thunder. &lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is that our children better not be born on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112355873333205878?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112355873333205878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112355873333205878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112355873333205878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112355873333205878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/08/freaking-worst-news-ever.html' title='Freaking worst news EVER!'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112321797541480556</id><published>2005-08-04T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:59:35.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Close Too Soon?</title><content type='html'>So, last night and this morning have added up to be the most "quality" time that I have been able to spend with Lauren's new beau, Jason.  I find him quite interesting and perhaps amusing.  The first couple of times that I met him there were a few more people around so this was a more intimate encounter.  (No, not that kind of intimate).  I found out some interesting things about him.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Not so good taste in movies.  He's one of those people who watches movies because of who directs them.  In my opinion, that's not a safe way to watch a movie.  Proof of this was that he brought Jersey Girl with him last night.  Yea, Jersey Girl.  It stars Ben Affleck, Liv Tyler, George Carlin, and for a short time Jennifer Lopez.  That should have been the first indication that I shouldn't watch it, but of course I'm a sap and it looked cute so I indulged.  Let me just say, "ew."  I forgive him though, I've been known to be sucked into JLo movies and sadly I have actually paid to see some of them.   &lt;br /&gt;2.  He was taken aback by my interest in his life.  Oh yes, everyone who knows me knows that I'm a question girl.  When I meet people, I like to get to know them and I usually provide miles of unnecessary information about myself.  Somehow, we got on the topic of STD testing, I sure didn't get many answers there, it doesn't worry me though (he seems like a stand-up guy, or at least the type who showers regularly).  My favorite is when I get so deep that people start diverting the conversation after every question. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Jason has a fear of relationships.  Now this is common with the male species.  I think the exact words I heard were "3 months is scary."  Whoa, watch out Lauren. &lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am glad that I got to spend some quality time with Jason.  I am definitely a fan.  He's very sweet and plays with Mo a lot, but who wouldn't.  I wish Lauren had met him a long time ago so that we could have all gotten to know eachother better.  As sad as it is, I'm not sure if I will ever see him again.  He moves on Sunday.  *tear*&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is my blog for tonight.  I hope I didn't divulge so much information that Lauren gets pissed.  I don't suspect that she will, but you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112321797541480556?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112321797541480556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112321797541480556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112321797541480556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112321797541480556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/08/too-close-too-soon.html' title='Too Close Too Soon?'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112294632765699011</id><published>2005-08-01T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:32:07.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The masses</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I just went over to the apartment office to drop off the rent and as I was walking there I saw a bunch of adults and like 15 dogs out playing by the pool.  So of course, Mo and I went over on our way back from dropping off the rent.  I think this might be a regular thing, a dog party or whatever.  I will definitely start watching out for it.  Mo needs some big time interaction with dogs other than my parents.  But ever since he got bit, yes he got bit on the ear, he's been a little shy around dogs that pay attention to him.  So, he was a little nervous tonight when he became the most popular of all the dogs.  Everyone was loving on him and thinking he was so cute, and I can't blame them.  Well, I'm sure he will be more at ease the next time. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, he is getting cuter by the day.  Especially since he has just begun going to the door when he has to potty.  He doesn't do it every time, but he's getting there.  I'm such a proud mommy.  As tacky as it sounds, I even want to try and find him something to do in the wedding.  Wouldn't that be cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112294632765699011?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112294632765699011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112294632765699011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112294632765699011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112294632765699011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/08/masses.html' title='The masses'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112294472586673294</id><published>2005-08-01T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:05:25.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New tvs and broken cars</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went and got a new tv.  Its just a 13" regular tv, but its cute.  It fits so perfectly in my room.  I love that I can watch tv while I blog and read at night before bed. &lt;br /&gt;Mo's so cute.  I put a couple of pillows under my desk and he loves to lay there while I do my computer stuff. &lt;br /&gt;I want to get new blog templates, but I'm not as html savvy as Meagan is so I will need some coaching sometime to get it to work.  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but here's the best part of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;You may remember a blog from about a week ago when I described an awful store, not to be named, that was a total pain.  Well, they've wronged me again.  Yesterday I took my car there for an oil change and not only did they lock my keys in my car, but they broke my hood release lever.  Seriously, how do you do that?  Its just a little plastic lever to the left of the driver's seat, on the floor, and all it takes is a lift by one finger to pop the hood.  Well, the hulk must've been driving my car because he completely ripped the lever off.  That's right, completely off.  Yes, again I will say that I hate that store with a passion.  Yet, I still find myself there because the deals are good and they have everything.  Bleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112294472586673294?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112294472586673294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112294472586673294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112294472586673294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112294472586673294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-tvs-and-broken-cars.html' title='New tvs and broken cars'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112252355713237565</id><published>2005-07-27T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T07:14:41.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I miss my friends</title><content type='html'>I think I might just have to quit reading everyone's blogs. First there's Meagan's blog, which makes me sad because most of the time I have no idea what she is talking about. Then, there's Lauren's blog. The whole Royals game and pictures, and my favorite "classic Ashley," make me yearn for the days of yore when we were all living in Lawrence and watching the Thursday night line up in the living room. Right now, I'm sitting in my new room, which is definitely a lot less cool than Lauren's, while my fiancee is out in the living room putting together a 3-D puzzle. When did I get so old? I love it though.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for Lauren to come back. Ashley was here last night and it was classic, Munchers and all. I guarantee that this next semester I will go out in style. I will be a champ. We are going to every football game (even though I'm not sure who "we" is). We will go to the movies that KU plays in the Union. I'm even going to exercise 3 or more times a week. Once a week, I am forcing Ashley to pull her head out of KU-Med and into my world of debauchery (we'll probably just go to Costco for the great deals and then sit around and talk about wedding plans).&lt;br /&gt;I think that the point of this whole blog is to just say that for some stupid reason I spent my entire last summer ever taking class and working, so I am going to take and spend the next four months like a champ. I expect all of you: Ashley, Lauren, and Meagan (though you are so far away), to hold me to this.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, September 26, Sandbar here I come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112252355713237565?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112252355713237565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112252355713237565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112252355713237565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112252355713237565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok-i-miss-my-friends.html' title='Ok, I miss my friends'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112238990655834303</id><published>2005-07-26T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:58:26.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what my problem is?</title><content type='html'>You know what my problem is?  I cannot stand stupid people.  I have had in the last week, two encounters in which I wanted to pull my hair out because of people's stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;Encounter numero uno:&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a chain wedding dress shop trying on dresses to get an idea of what I really want, and of course I'm stuck with the newest staff member who later proves herself to be an idiot as well.  She seemed real nice at first, but then kept bringing dresses out that weren't like what I had described.  Then, it was Dr Jekyl/Mr Hyde.  She changed.  All of a sudden she was rushing me along.  She was telling my mom and I that we were thinking "too hard" about the dresses and I would know the second I put it on if the dress was the "right one."  I was furious.  I'm definitely not getting my dress there.  Unfortunately the bridesmaids dresses I like a lot are at that store, so I will probably get those there.  You can bet it won't go on her commission though.&lt;br /&gt;Encounter numero dos:&lt;br /&gt;I'm at another quite popular store that has always been evil, but sometimes they have great deals.  All I wanted last night was to get some storage tubs that slide under my bed for seasonal clothing.  I also needed a printer cartridge, but what I was there for was besides the point.  I got to the register and got all checked out and was swiping my debit card.  I did the whole thing and got to the part where it asks if I want cash back and I pressed "no."  I repeat, I pressed "NO."  The cashier said, "Ok, $80.00 change," and started removing the cash from the drawer.  Of course, I don't have $80 in my checking to just take out (payday's not til Friday), and I freaked out.  I just told the man, I can't do the $80 and he was like, "well, I don't know what to do let me get a manager."  Long story short, the manager wouldn't do anything for me and I had to haul ass all the way across town to my bank which I reached two minutes after they closed. &lt;br /&gt;The good part of the story was that a teller told me I could deposit the cash back via the atm and it would work just fine and there would be no overdraft.  I'm definitely writing a check at that store from now on and I'm going to take my time and make the lines long and the cashiers stressed.&lt;br /&gt;Whew I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112238990655834303?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112238990655834303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112238990655834303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112238990655834303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112238990655834303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-know-what-my-problem-is.html' title='You know what my problem is?'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112143124815797023</id><published>2005-07-15T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T07:40:48.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Day Ever!</title><content type='html'>You know how everyone always says something about having a "best day ever?" Well, yesterday was my best day ever. Justin finally bit the bullet and said those 4 sweet words that I have been dying to hear: "Will you marry me?" It was like a dream. All day I was anxious because I knew something was up from the way everyone was acting, but I was never really sure what was going to happen and I didn't want to get my hopes up too high.&lt;br /&gt;He took me out on his boss's boat and we drove around the lake for a while. When we stopped we just started listening to music and hanging out. He was so figety and nervous. He did the traditional act of getting down on one knee, and then he just asked me.&lt;br /&gt;My ring is beautiful. I'm posting a picture of it in this post. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/My%20Ring1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My entire family was thrilled. My grandma cried and everyone else is just excited to have an excuse to come out next spring and see us all. By far, the sweetest people are my cousins. Sydney, who is about 8, got on the phone and told me that she is sure I will look beautiful in my wedding dress. *tear* My other cousins, Hannah and Abby, asked "what is engaged?" When I told Jack, my 7 year old brother, he said "you want to marry&lt;em&gt; me&lt;/em&gt;?" I said, "No, I'm going to marry Justin." I heard a gasp, and then, "MOM! Jayme's gonna marry Justin!" (As if she didn't already know).&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thrilled there aren't even enough words to describe it. I'm sure I will blogging about it until next spring when it is all said and done!&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day everyone! I know I will :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112143124815797023?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112143124815797023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112143124815797023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112143124815797023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112143124815797023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/best-day-ever.html' title='Best Day Ever!'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112121623099617461</id><published>2005-07-12T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:01:54.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt Pancakes and Potatoes</title><content type='html'>So, since I've moved into this apartment I've been cooking on pans that burn everything I cook. As soon as I have some money, I'm going to buy some non-stick pans so that my food doesn't turn out burnt and crappy. No offense to the true owner of the pans, but they suck butt. Tonight for dinner I tried to make pancakes and hash browns. The hash browns turned out ok, but the pancakes kept burning. Oh well, they were ok, I still ate them. The worst part was that the burn smell stunk up the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, there was a Bed Bath and Beyond ad in the mailbox today.  I found some really cute stuff to decorate my room with.  Hopefully, I can convince my mom to go there with me on Monday and maybe she'll purchase a few of the items.  I still can't decide what color to paint my furniture though.  Any thoughts?  I was thinking of red, light orange, black...I'm not sure.  I think I do want to go with a red and grey theme in the room.  If I can find a red comforter and grey sheets I could paint the furniture red and grey.  I'm sure I'll come up with something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112121623099617461?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112121623099617461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112121623099617461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112121623099617461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112121623099617461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/burnt-pancakes-and-potatoes.html' title='Burnt Pancakes and Potatoes'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112121577315268366</id><published>2005-07-12T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:49:33.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>Take a look at my list of things to do before Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;1. study for Friday's test&lt;br /&gt;2. clean bathroom&lt;br /&gt;3. sweep kitchen&lt;br /&gt;4. vacuum &lt;br /&gt;5. move boxes and clothes into Meagan's old room&lt;br /&gt;6. pack for going home&lt;br /&gt;7. clean my car&lt;br /&gt;8. finish laundry&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I wanted to share all of this information, its just that I am so tired right now just thinking of all the things I need to do.  I should be focusing on my class and studying for Friday, but I just don't feel like it.  Instead I am watching reruns of Friends that I've already seen and Varsity Blues during commercials.  Wow.  I wish my life wasn't so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112121577315268366?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112121577315268366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112121577315268366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112121577315268366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112121577315268366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-tired.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112114109435359514</id><published>2005-07-11T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:05:53.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the last time, I swear</title><content type='html'>Ok this is my last time I will blog tonight.  I was checking out some other blogs and found this cool name generator and wanted to share mine.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: black;" width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Jayme's Aliases&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your movie star name: &lt;b&gt;Grapes Ramadan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fashion designer name is &lt;b&gt;Jayme Stockholm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your socialite name is &lt;b&gt;Jabajinga Lawrence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fly girl / guy name is &lt;b&gt;J She&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your detective name is &lt;b&gt;Dog Salina Central&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your barfly name is &lt;b&gt;Apples And Peanut Butter Amaretto Sour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soap opera name is &lt;b&gt;Leigh Crestwood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your rock star name is &lt;b&gt;Reeses Trent's Boat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your star wars name is &lt;b&gt;Jaymo Shejus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your punk rock band name is The &lt;b&gt;Aloof Bow Tie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/meganames/"&gt;The Amazing Meganame Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112114109435359514?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112114109435359514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112114109435359514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112114109435359514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112114109435359514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-last-time-i-swear.html' title='For the last time, I swear'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112114069817570035</id><published>2005-07-11T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:58:18.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A double blog kind of day.</title><content type='html'>Well, I think tonight is just that double blog kind of night to go along with my double blog kind of day. &lt;br /&gt;Work today was heinous.  I arrived at 1:25 to find a mountainous pile of work to be done that almost wasn't done at 5:00.  The sad thing is that it will happen again tomorrow.  I wish work was happier. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my early morning day.  I have to go to the daycare at 7:30, class at 10:20, and then work again at 1:20ish.  It just seems as though Tuesdays and Thursdays drag on and on.  Oh well.  Friday will be here soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Meagan's dad is coming to get all of her stuff.  Yippeee.  Sorry Meagan.  Its just so nice to think that I will finally be able to move into my own bedroom.  Justin is bringing my bed over on Friday and my dresser over next week.  Then I will have to get my desk some other day that week.  All I need to really go out and buy is a new nightstand.  I would like to check out a ready-to-finish furniture store and then paint the nightstand myself.  If the nightstand turns out I might go on to repainting my dresser and desk, but that would be quite the project.  I may just have to live with the fact that my bedroom may never be as cool as Lauren's.  Ahh the sadness of it all. &lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm going home this weekend.  Unfortunately my family will be out of town, but that's ok because they are coming up to stay a couple nights next week.  I think we're going to take my dad's boat out to the lake if he lets us.  That should be fun, except for my never-ending fear of boats, but what can you do.  I guess its not so bad, I'm just not a fan of going very fast in a boat. &lt;br /&gt;Now for my final note.  The highlights of my day were talking to Meagan and Ashley.  It makes me miss them the more that I talk to them.  Fortunately Ashley is somewhat close by.  Meagan on the other hand had to go and move a million and one miles away into hurricane territory.  I will forever consider her the huricane queen. &lt;br /&gt;Good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112114069817570035?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112114069817570035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112114069817570035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112114069817570035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112114069817570035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/double-blog-kind-of-day.html' title='A double blog kind of day.'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112114003718115860</id><published>2005-07-11T22:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:48:19.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm sorry, it must be the pressure of entertaining."</title><content type='html'>If anyone can tell me the quote that is the title of tonight's blog, I will provide you with an imaginary cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight has been interesting to say the least. You know how with any project there's always a day when it feels like everything has fallen apart and you might as well give up all hope? Yea, well that's how I feel about potty-training Mo right now. I know its just one of those bad days when I haven't been as good at watching him and he's just had a couple of accidents, but it just gets me so down. I'm sure tomorrow will be better. The following quote gives me hope:&lt;br /&gt;"I think everyone would feel better if we had some flan."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112114003718115860?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112114003718115860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112114003718115860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112114003718115860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112114003718115860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-sorry-it-must-be-pressure-of.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m sorry, it must be the pressure of entertaining.&quot;'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112078520356502391</id><published>2005-07-07T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:13:23.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The bane of my existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/IMG_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So check out these pictures of Mo. Adorable, don't you think? Yes, except for one. One of them represents one of the most annoying things about my dog, his inside-out ear. It drives me crazy. Sometimes he'll just be playing and his ear will flip over, then he just leaves it like that. Don't you think there would be a breeze blowing past his ear saying, "Please, flip me back over, I look gross?" I wish there was something like that, but there isn't. Meagan knows how I feel. She knows the intense annoyance of the inside-out ear. OH well, he's still cute as a button. I just thought I would share. :) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/IMG_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/IMG_0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the other most terrible thing to happen today is that I stubbed my left pinky toe on Lauren's recliner. It was awful. Normally when I experience pain I utter a few choice words and get on with life, but this was different. I was actually speechless, which as most of you know is a very rare thing for me. I just hobbled around the apartment in circles thinking "Wow, this freaking hurts."&lt;br /&gt;Other than that my day was wonderful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112078520356502391?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112078520356502391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112078520356502391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112078520356502391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112078520356502391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/bane-of-my-existence.html' title='The bane of my existence'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112069867093352267</id><published>2005-07-06T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:11:10.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Meagan</title><content type='html'>Ok! So here's my tribute blog to Meagan. I would just like to say that I miss her a lot! I know the last blog was all about how I was blogging again so she would know what I'm up to, but I just have to get one out there again because I just read the blog she wrote on the day she left Lawrence. Thanks for making me cry, ass. Now I can't wait to go down there for fall break and battle the tropical storms just to see her. By the way, I'll take KS's tornados over a hurricane anyday! Ok, well I better go watch some tv, because that's what I do! The pictures on this blog are Mo's tributes to Meagan. (He went to her bedroom door the minute we got home on Monday, I think he misses her too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/IMG_0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/IMG_0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/IMG_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/IMG_0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112069867093352267?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112069867093352267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112069867093352267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112069867093352267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112069867093352267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-miss-meagan.html' title='I miss Meagan'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-112069570659037279</id><published>2005-07-06T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:21:46.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Mo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've decided to return to blogging in honor of Meagan. Now that she lives so far from me it will be even more difficult to tell her my mundane day to day stories that she loves to hear. So I figured that if I blog every day it would be as if she were right her with me.&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened since my last blog? Well, I returned from my grandma's and finished another semester of college. Not much else happened...oh wait! I got a puppy. His name is Mo! He's the sweetest, cutest, cuddliest, cutest little thing I have every seen. He's a 3.2 lb shih tzu. He's almost 6 months old. I just love him.  Check him out!  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/1600/IMG_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1547/710/320/IMG_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-112069570659037279?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/112069570659037279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=112069570659037279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112069570659037279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/112069570659037279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/07/meet-my-mo.html' title='Meet My Mo!'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110516417035051677</id><published>2005-01-07T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:02:50.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm here now.  Taking my vacation.  It is so dang wonderful and I'm loving every minute of it.  Let me give you a rundown of the day:&lt;br /&gt;The airport:&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I got to the airport I found out that my flight was going to be 20 minutes late which would give me 10 minutes to get to my connecting flight.  So, of course I was unable to breath for about five minutes.  Then, it ended up only being like 5 minutes late so I thought I would be good.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving:&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda sad to leave Justin.  I just knew that I would miss him a lot, but I am definitely glad that I came.  He made fun of me because I cried a little.  I ended up being ok though.&lt;br /&gt;The flight:&lt;br /&gt;I sat by a kid who was the same age as me and was on his way back to college.  He was nice, but if I had been able to understand what he was saying, the conversation would have been much easier (he had a weird accent).  Then, to make things worse, I thought I was going to hurl on him because we had so much turbulence.  Unfortunately, things got worse when I realized that he wasn't feeling good either and could possibly hurl on me.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;The plane change:&lt;br /&gt;Right so who the hell designed an airport with like 3 fricking buildings.  I got of my plane in building A, and had to truck my big butt over to building C.  Oh yea, did I mention that I had 15 minutes to do so.  My little puke buddy trucked it with me because his gate was near mine.  That was definitely weird, and sad because I was going so fast that I couldn't be polite and tell him that it was nice to meet him.  As bad as it got, I still made it to my plane and I am alive, that's all I can ask for.  I did find out from the little old lady who sat behind me on my first flight and sat beside on the shuttle when going to building C that there was a little cart right outside of our gate that could've taken me there with much less trouble.  Ugh, that's my life.&lt;br /&gt;The last flight:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I said I made it and it was ok until we got to the runway.  That was when there was a circuit failure and the mechanics had to come out to fix it.  I distracted myself by going to the bathroom and falling asleep.  Had a stayed awake and thought about it any more than 30 seconds, I would have probably had a panic attack.  I slept the whole way and was woken up by the announcement of our descent.  Very nice!  &lt;br /&gt;Here:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am here and we went out to dinner where I had some good greasy food and then we went to Bath and Body Works.  I love that place and the amazing sales they have!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for me so far.  I will give an update on my stay later.  I hope you all enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-110516417035051677?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110516417035051677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110516417035051677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110516417035051677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110516417035051677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/01/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110498507140213184</id><published>2005-01-06T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:17:51.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost time to leave</title><content type='html'>So, I leave for my trip on Friday morning.  This means that I got to Justin's tomorrow so that I can be on time for my flight.  This makes me kind of sad.  I'm really excited for the trip, but sad to leave my family and Justin for a whole week.  Then, the worst part is knowing that when I get back, I will only have a week left of break :(. &lt;br /&gt;I'm really bumming because I haven't been able to get my laundry done so that I can pack.  This sucks because I really need to get it all done and over with.  The reason I haven't been able to do it is that my dad has been trying to fix our dryer so that it won't take so damn long to dry every load.  Well, unfortunately he can't finish it tonight.  I don't know what is going to happen now.  I think we will either hook the thing back up to the old way just for tomorrow, or we will go to a laundromat to get it all done.  I guess its not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, KU kicked some Texas A &amp; M butt tonight!  It was awesome.  65-60!  Rock Chalk Jayhawk!&lt;br /&gt;Good night to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-110498507140213184?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110498507140213184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110498507140213184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110498507140213184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110498507140213184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/01/almost-time-to-leave.html' title='Almost time to leave'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110486898210261646</id><published>2005-01-04T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:03:02.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Here I come!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm really glad that my good friends (Meagan, Lauren, and Ashley) had such an eventful New Years Eve.  I on the other hand did not.  I just rang in the new year with Justin watching the movie Mallrats.  As goofy as it sounds, it was really nice to just chill.  Although, I wouldn't have minded going out or something.&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided on a resolution.  I resolve to get a new hobby and become a better rock climber so that I can go on some trips this summer.&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, my 2005 has began wonderfully and that only means that it will continue to be that way!  See y'all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-110486898210261646?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110486898210261646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110486898210261646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110486898210261646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110486898210261646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005-here-i-come.html' title='2005 Here I come!'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110452608243569585</id><published>2004-12-31T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T14:48:02.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jude Law is the Hotness</title><content type='html'>If there were one actor out there that I would like to spend an evening with it would be Jude Law.  I don't even care what happens, I just would like to be able to sit back and look at him for a while.  I love my boyfriend and he is gorgeous, but everyone has that celebrity that they just think is 'special' (for lack of a better word).  Here take a look and enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aolsearch.aol.com/aol/redir?src=image&amp;requestId=2938d4371b16262d&amp;amp;clickedItemRank=21&amp;userQuery=Jude+Law&amp;amp;clickedItemURN=http%3A%2F%2Fentertainment.msn.com%2Fcelebs%2Fceleb.aspx%3Fc%3D252273"&gt;entertainment.msn.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-110452608243569585?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110452608243569585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110452608243569585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110452608243569585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110452608243569585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2004/12/jude-law-is-hotness.html' title='Jude Law is the Hotness'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110452560417226588</id><published>2004-12-31T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T14:40:04.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummin</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm starting to realize that the winter vacation is almost over.  I know that there are like three weeks left or so, but since I go to my Grandma's for a week, it makes my vacation look a little shorter.  So now I'm starting to get all sad because I don't want to go back to school.  My vacation has been full of sleeping in, staying late, reading books that are enjoyable, and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to go see my grandma though.  I get her all to myself for a whole week, something that hasn't happened since I was like 13.  I love shopping with her and she's awesome because she gets up at like 6:00 am to get me my favorite donuts.  She's so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I can make my break stretch out a little more.  I hope everyone else has a nice long break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-110452560417226588?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110452560417226588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110452560417226588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110452560417226588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110452560417226588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2004/12/bummin.html' title='Bummin'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110452365330365285</id><published>2004-12-31T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T14:17:26.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggestions</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Ball-stomper made my day today when I read in my email a suggestion for for a New Year's Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;"I think you should resolve to wear your hair down more - it looks really pretty when you blow dry it!"&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I haven't worn my hair up once since break started! I'm not sure if it will last though since it means that during school I have to get up like an extra 15 minutes early, maybe it can happen.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ashley!&lt;br /&gt;From Meagan's site I did a little quiz and it told me that I need to lose my computer ass or something like that.....so maybe I'll pick the losing weight resolution.&lt;br /&gt;Meagan also suggested that I stay with the girls on the weekends a little more because they will be blowing out of town for good soon.  Well, maybe that can happen, but don't forget you are the ones leaving me....(tear).&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm sure I will figure it out soon. I have about 10 hours or so left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-110452365330365285?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110452365330365285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110452365330365285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110452365330365285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110452365330365285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2004/12/suggestions.html' title='Suggestions'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110435291441039027</id><published>2004-12-29T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T14:41:54.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know that it is only the 29th of December, but I've already begun to try and think of a New Year's Resolution.  This is a really hard task.  Do I just come up with some unoriginal resolution like losing weight or getting in shape?  Or should I come up with something a little more personal?  The trouble here is that I can't think of a single thing.  Sure there are lots of things that I need to do and lots of things that I need to change, but I just can't think of a thing.  If anyone has any constructive suggestions, please comment...&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/9632804-110435291441039027?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110435291441039027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110435291441039027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110435291441039027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110435291441039027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110411155782804037</id><published>2004-12-26T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:39:17.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that the day after Christmas is always kind of crappy?  For the past couple of years I've been having bummer days after Christmas...I think it is because I'm tired or pms-ing or something. &lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and had to go to church.  I like going to church, but I don't like it when I don't have anything to wear.  I really just wanted to go in jeans, but they were still damp from getting washed yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall this afternoon with my boyfriend and his family.  It was ok, I got a great make-up bad that matches a piece of luggage I got for Christmas.  I'm so excited about my trip to see my grandma b/c not only do I get to see her, but I also get to use my new bag as a carry-on. &lt;br /&gt;Later on, I came home and watched A Cinderella Story with my mom.  It was cute, but a little hokey and predictable.  All movies like that are though.  Right now I am just hoping that my boyfriend will call.  I know that sounds stupid, but I really want to spend time with him, but I want to know that he really wants to spend time with me...So, I am going to wait around for him to call or come over. &lt;br /&gt;Last night I went and saw Meet the Fockers.  That is such a funny movie.  Everyone who reads this should see it.  Another funny movie is Napoleon Dynamite.  If you haven't seen it you must live in a cave.  It is the best movie ever.  My advice is to watch it when you are in a good mood, and don't expect a thick plot.  I bought it last week and my whole family loves it.  They all quote lines from the movie constantly.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it really hasn't been such a bad day, it just hasn't been that spectacular either.  I guess now I will just go back to waiting around, maybe I'll read something.  Most likely I will make my way to the fridge for some pie!  Good night all!&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/9632804-110411155782804037?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110411155782804037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110411155782804037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110411155782804037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110411155782804037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-after-christmas.html' title='The day after Christmas...'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110369292826252505</id><published>2004-12-22T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:22:08.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bedtime drama</title><content type='html'>     Ok, so I know I just got done writing a really long blog, but here's another. &lt;br /&gt;     So, since I left for college a long time ago, I have not had my own room at my parent's house.  My ten year old sister got my room.  That's cool though, I'm ok with it.  What sucks is all the drama about sleeping arrangements when I am home. &lt;br /&gt;     We have a trundle bed in my/sister's room so we both sleep in there when I am home.  Well, last week my brother just &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to sleep in with Madison, but all of my stuff is in that room so I said no.  Of course, everyone was upset with me, but I guess they just dealt.  I was confused as to why he&lt;em&gt; had&lt;/em&gt;  to sleep there that night, when the next day I was leaving for 3 whole nights and he could sleep wherever when I was gone.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;    So, tonight we are having all sorts of drama because my sister's friend is sleeping over and they want to sleep in my sister's room.  So, now I'm shoved into my 6 year old brother's room and he's on the couch, which ticked him off and now he's sleeping with mom.  Oh this only gets worse...all of my stuff is all over in my sister's room and family is coming tomorrow night and they plan on sleeping there.  Well, I wanted to clean up tonight but now I have to do it tomorrow because the girls have already gone to bed.  Ugh again.&lt;br /&gt;     Well, I hope that everyone has wonderful holidays this week!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9632804-110369292826252505?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110369292826252505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110369292826252505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110369292826252505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110369292826252505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2004/12/bedtime-drama.html' title='bedtime drama'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110369221596357973</id><published>2004-12-21T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:10:15.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to business</title><content type='html'>Sorry to all!  I apologize for not updating blog over the past few days.  So, here's what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;My car was in the shop and a friend of mine had surgery.  Sounds like a bummer, but its not.  My car came out just fine, oh yea, my friend was ok too.  I went to see her and she was recovering well.  I had to babysit twin four year old boys, oh yes it was a nightmare.  Actually it wasn't that bad.  They were pretty good until bedtime, it took them a freaking hour and a half to go to bed.  Right when I thought that they were going to settle down I hear, "Jayme I have to poop"....oh and when one twin has to poop, so does the other.  I think that has something to do with that twin espn thing or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing extraordinary.  Just went to Wichita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping, which was fun, not.  Ok the Town East Mall in Wichita is terrible the week before Christmas.  Packed with people and no parking.  I hate shopping by myself too.  Who's there to tell me how my butt looks in my new jeans?  (Seriously)  The funny thing was that I ran into Justin's parents just randomly.  I didn't even know they were in town.  So, we sat and had a Diet Coke and chatted.  That sounds so grown up!  Then I went a picked my friend Brandon up and we just bummed around until Justin got off work.  We ate at Fox and Hound, ooh it was so good!  Spinach dip melt....mmmm...drool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;(By now you're probably saying, when will this end but you can just sit tight and keep reading because my day by day itinerary was requested by someone who shall remain nameless)&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened.  Brandon and I went to my cousin's house to watch the Chiefs game and play with her little baby Eli.  I will definitely have to post some pics of Eli.  He is almost as precious as my future children will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5:&lt;br /&gt;I came home to Salina and babysat again for a different family.  My brother, Logan, had a jr high band concert that we went to.  It was cute and fun.  I love Logan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's today.  Well, I babysat the twins again this morning.  Their mom wanted me to take them somewhere.  She must be crazy.  I'm crazier though because I actually did it.  We went to the Burger King play place.  It worked and kept them entertained.  We then went to Target because I bought a great outfit at the Gap on Saturday and had to get some shoes to match, I will be stunning at the Christmas Eve church servies.  Everyone should know that Christmas is all about looking good, just kidding, sorry God.  Then, I vegged out and watched The Cable Guy this afternoon.  That is a stupid, but hilarious movie.  Then, I went and babysat for another family tonight.  I made some ok money today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7:&lt;br /&gt;This has yet to happen, but the basic plan is to drive to Wichita and do something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so how's that for ya Meagan.&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/9632804-110369221596357973?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110369221596357973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110369221596357973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110369221596357973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110369221596357973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-to-business.html' title='Back to business'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110316285923477395</id><published>2004-12-15T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:07:39.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive home</title><content type='html'>I'm finally finished with finals, or should I say final, and I have come home for break.  On my way home my lovely 94 Pontiac Grand Prix decided that if I go above 70 mph it was just going to shake and scare the bejeezus (is that how you spell it?) out of me.  Of course I was still an hour away from home and had to drive 70 the rest of the way.  Most people would think that this wouldn't be such a bad thing, but I'm a speeder and 70 feels like 20 to me.  I also think that my car has it in for me.  My rear brakes are shot, I had a flat tire on Sunday, an empty car rolled into my car on Sunday, and now it has the highway shakes.  What's a girl to do? &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/9632804-110316285923477395?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110316285923477395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110316285923477395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110316285923477395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110316285923477395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2004/12/drive-home.html' title='Drive home'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110316249133149323</id><published>2004-12-15T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:01:31.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Ok, so all day I was just waiting and waiting for thefacebook to come back up, because for some reason it wasn't working all day!  Now, to my dismay, I don't have any messages or new friends.  Ugh...oh well.  Maybe tomorrow I will have another friend. &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/9632804-110316249133149323?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110316249133149323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110316249133149323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110316249133149323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110316249133149323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2004/12/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9632804.post-110314922379507049</id><published>2004-12-15T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T16:20:23.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just saw attempted murder</title><content type='html'>So last night, when Ashley and I were supposed to be studying, we were sitting in the living room chatting with some friends.  Here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The conversation was about stress and smoking)&lt;br /&gt;She who will not be named: You should start smoking!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just saw attempted murder!&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Laughs hysterically and then proceeds to tell the story to other people who were unfortunately not there to witness it first hand.  Not sure why she thought this was funny, but she did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may all wonder why I would tell this story as my first posting on my blog.  Well, its because Ashley is a favorite of mine and I just wanted to give her a hard time.  So there's my first story and my first posting of many!  Enjoy!&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/9632804-110314922379507049?l=fthatnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/feeds/110314922379507049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9632804&amp;postID=110314922379507049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110314922379507049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9632804/posts/default/110314922379507049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fthatnoise.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-just-saw-attempted-murder.html' title='I just saw attempted murder'/><author><name>jshetlar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/6771/640/s16803410_46701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
