tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582229607985350822024-03-19T02:15:15.364-07:00Darlin's DispositionOften thought of as a beautiful disaster, my thoughts usually match the definition. They can be beautiful and bright or dark and menacing.....stay tuned....who knows what the day may bring....Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-58712739926741381382011-04-11T06:57:00.000-07:002011-04-28T08:45:11.613-07:00Puppy LoveHello my blogging friends. It has been far too long and I will no longer promise to be back on here more often to write because it just never seems to happen. However I will write today and tell you about my job. Its not new since I have been doing it now since October but its new to you!! I am a pet guardian at a pet resort. What is a pet guardian you ask? Well first let me explain what a pet resort is.<br /><br />The pet resort I work at is one that offers a variety of services to our families. We offer boarding. The dogs/cats check in, get a check in exam, are shown to their room and then taken outside for playtime or a potty break. Grooming is where our puppies or kitties go for everything from a basic bath and brush out to a completely new do. Training is another service we offer. Got a puppy who nips or chews? We'll help with that. Got an older dog with aggression issues? Yeah we can help with that too. Then there is doggie daycare. Dogs are dropped off anytime during business hours and they are taken outside to play with all their friends. <br /><br />I work a variety of positions there. Some days I work in the front where I greet parents, answer phones, make reservations and welcome out 4-legged guests as they arrive. Other days I work in the back where I care for the animals. This includes cleaning their rooms every morning, feeding, bathing, taking them outside, dishes, laundry, making treats, giving medicine and pretty much anything the dogs/cats need. Then there is daycare!! My favorite. I am outside with the dogs for 6 hours playing, correcting and yes helping to modify problem behavior. <br /><br />I am also currently going to school to become a certified dog trainer myself. I have found my true love as far as work goes and I couldn't be happier.<br /><br />~Darlin~Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-85866601682144370732010-10-30T11:41:00.000-07:002010-10-30T11:58:10.110-07:00Starting over...Well hello again my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">blogging</span> friends. It has been a VERY long time since I wrote here, other than to say I was going to start again, but I hope for this to become a weekly, if not daily habit for me again. <br /><br />A lot of things have changed in the last 3 months. I lost my house, my car, my job and my boyfriend of 5 years....in fact I locked my dog up cause if she ran away I would literally be living a country song!! On a positive note I got a new job that is not in a bar. I now work at a pet resort and spend my days taking care of dogs and cats. It really is the perfect job for me because anyone who knows me knows I LOVE animals. I have a beautiful little one bedroom apartment. Its tight when I have my kids, which is Sun, Mon, Tues and every other weekend, but I am blessed to have children who understand that I had to start over and that this is where I have to do it. They really make the best out of this tight situation and never allow me to feel guilty about it. My relationship with my ex-boyfriend is now stronger than it ever was while we were together. We spend a lot of time with each other now, but its more relaxing because we are not in a relationship and there is no sex involved. I will have a vehicle again soon thanks to a very good friend of mine. He purchased a van and had new tires put on it and a tune up just so he could give it to me. He refuses to let me pay him anything even though I plan on setting aside what I can so I can pay him when I have it.<br /><br />I have been blessed with quite a few angels in my life lately and I have truly come to realize who my real friends are. So many people always claimed to be my friend, said they would always have my back but when it came right down to it they disappeared. But at least now I know who I can truly put my confidence in. <br /><br />My daughter has now started her own blog so make sure and check it out guys. Her and I are going to try and pick a topic for us to both write about once a week. I think it will be entertaining to see how our opinions vary. Her blog is <a href="http://www.storyofablackrose.blogspot.com/">www.storyofablackrose.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />~<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Darlin</span>~Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-28554065785476254372010-09-01T09:34:00.001-07:002010-09-01T09:36:21.770-07:00I've Been SlackinHey everyone...I can't believe its been over a year since the last time I posted anything. Life got so mundane and drab I just lost my zest. But there has been some major changes and I will be back in here in full force regaling all of you with my new tales of life.<br /><br />Stay tuned.....<br /><br />~Darlin~Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-42199150265920847932009-08-06T12:20:00.000-07:002009-08-06T13:31:37.887-07:00The Lost One Returns<span style="color:#330000;"><strong>I know that is has been quite some time since the last time I wrote but I have a very good reason for returning to my mindless musings. Almost 15 years ago my oldest daughter's dad walked out of our lives. This past Thursday he returned. Now before everyone gets all excited and starts telling me what a jerk he is and the he shouldn't be allowed to see her let me fill you in on a little back story.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>We were kids. We were perfect together. No one could make me smile and laugh the way Phil could. He always brought me up when I was down and we always believed that we would be together forever. But then the baby came and with it the responsibilities of being adults. It was great at first. He was a wonderful dad. But when he told me he wanted to drop out of school and get a full-time job that is when things started to go downhill. I was a high school dropout myself and I didn't want Phil to make the same mistake. He was a very talented football player and a good student. But he kept insisting and I finally said that if he did we were done. He was young and immature and I know now that I was putting too much pressure on him. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>We crumbled under all of it. After we broke up he still came to see her. He doted on her like any good dad would. Enter Herrold. My future husband and the one thing that Phil could not get past. It killed him to see Herrold with me and his daughter. My family referred to Herrold as "Daddy Herrold" and Phil could not handle feeling like he was being replaced and made the decision to leave. Now I know that is not right but I also know that he was a kid and that I did not do anything to stop him. In fact maybe I thought our lives would be easier if I didn't have to deal with the jealousy and the arguing. It made me miserable to fight with Phil because I did still love him, regardless of what had happened between us and I did not like to see the pain in his eyes every time he came over. So I let him walk away. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Last week a mutual friend of mine and Phil's called me and ended up coming to visit me at work. We of course talked of Phil and I told him that I had been unable to find him all these years (yes I did look, we told her about him when she was 10). He told me that Phil was one of his "friends" on myspace. I went home and after two days of actively avoiding looking I had to see for myself who he was. I did not click on his page with any intention of contacting him. I guess I just wanted to see what kind of a man my boy had become. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>As I clicked through all the pictures, looking at this man whom I had known as a boy my head was filled with all the old memories. I tried to remember fighting with Phil. I tried to remember him being a bad person. But I couldn't. He just wasn't a bad guy. He had just been a kid. So the next thing I knew I had sent him a message.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Skip to Friday night around 10:30pm. We had discussed us meeting before she was told that we were talking. So he sends me a text asking me to meet him. Which I do at a Denny's. I was sick to my stomach the whole drive there. I didn't know what my reaction would be when I saw him. I got out of my truck and saw him leaning against his truck, his back to me. I don't know how I knew it was him. He was twice the size he was when I knew him (muscular not fat) and now had long hair, but I knew it was him. Then he turned around. Seeing his face alone almost brought me to tears. There was the boy I had loved and had a child with all grown up but that impish smile of his hadn't changed a bit. We didn't hug although I think we both had to think about whether or not we were going to and based off the other's actions did not. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>To my disappointment he informed me that he now had doubts about whether or not she was his. I wasn't angered by this just disappointed because as he sat across from me all I could see my was little girl. All his facial expressions, the way he bit his lower lip, his posture as he sat and especially his smile all reflected her. I told him that I understood and that we would need to get that done before he could meet her. What I thought would be an hour meeting at the most turned into over 4 hours. After too much coffee and tea (and the fact that I desperately needed a cigarette) we went out to my truck and sat and talked for hours. As I was getting ready to leave I told him I would look into the cost of paternity testing and he said he didn't want to wait and that he was starting to feel like if he could just look into her eyes he would know. So we agreed that he would meet her the next day after I got off of work. I knew she was his and I truly believed that once he saw her all doubt would disappear. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>I was right. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>I will make another entry tomorrow on their first meeting.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>~Darlin~</strong></span>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-62895538378952153742009-04-02T14:44:00.000-07:002009-04-02T14:48:13.501-07:00MemoirsI have decided to write my memoirs. I have to admit that I am a bit scared about the whole thing because if I am honest, and I mean truly honest in my writing then half of my family may never speak to me again.<br /><br />I have an immense amount of wisdom to pass on to other non-educated, non-married, unemployed, mothers but to be completely honest about myself with require some severe brutality when it comes to the truth about my family, who they truly are and how them being the fucked up people they are affected who I have become.<br /><br />Stay tuned folks...it can only get better (or worse if you're me).<br /><br />~Darlin~Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-44531640751119830462009-03-06T08:31:00.000-08:002009-03-06T08:39:44.082-08:00Great New Book<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7y1RwMeCqJYZkszL7Y6WnIfFzZOdl2lxipwV3rgC17X_y4YAS5Dka-26yHGLse7O0jB99ORU-OmKcNmvseotVT0hOa0uXglb1_NT0YDikm0sYAiLZnBdIsIzQM_PafIdolOJOdPNk9zGE/s1600-h/I'm+Sorry+Book+cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310113515729906386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7y1RwMeCqJYZkszL7Y6WnIfFzZOdl2lxipwV3rgC17X_y4YAS5Dka-26yHGLse7O0jB99ORU-OmKcNmvseotVT0hOa0uXglb1_NT0YDikm0sYAiLZnBdIsIzQM_PafIdolOJOdPNk9zGE/s320/I'm+Sorry+Book+cover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hello everyone. I just finished reading a new book and wanted to help spread the word about it.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">First off let me say that I bought this book not only for the title but because the author's name is a combination of my mother's (Diana) and my father's (Joseph). I pay attention to simple signs like that (refer to the chapter titled, Humping the Dinosaur for more on signs) and couldn't wait to get my hands on this book. I bought it yesterday at 3:30pm and finished it this morning at around 9am. Couldn't put it down.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Check it out and please let me know what you think!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> ~Darlin~</span></strong></div>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-55497190089156934752009-01-23T09:53:00.000-08:002009-01-24T14:19:04.075-08:00Back to BartendingGreetings fellow bloggers. It is Friday and I was to have my first Friday off in over two months. Unfortunately I was just called in to work the night shift. I have not written in quite some time (holidays ya know) and I should update everyone.<br /><br /><br /><br />As seen in my previous entry I was a waitress the last time I wrote. But as of two months ago I climbed up a few rungs on the hospitality ladder and advanced to the coveted position of bartender. I have not <span style="color:#000000;">bartended in years and was not up to date on the newest drinks. Piece of Ass, Orgasms, Screaming Orgasms</span>, Purple Penis, Pink Pussy and Sex with an Alligator are just a few of the ridiculous drinks I have been asked to make by adolescent alcohol consumers. Is it just me or are bar patrons desperately infatuated with sex?<br /><br />Now don't get me wrong...it is my job to concoct whatever beverage a customer would like but there is a new problem arising for bartenders now that everyone believes they are Colin Field (world's most famous bartender), creating drinks that taste more like candy than a true cocktail. Instead of being able to just make a Pink Pussy you must now ask your customer WHICH recipe they would like you to make because there are 5 different versions and if you don't make the one they are expecting they will inevitably send it back saying it doesn't taste right.<br /><br />Consumers these days don't drink to experience the true flavors that delight your senses when you sip a glass of Evan Williams 23 Year Old Bourbon (averages $350 a bottle). They can't detect the differences between a $5.00 martini and one made with Bombay Sapphire. They drink to get drunk and they want to do it for as little money as possible. Sure we get the guy who comes in and orders a shot of Johnnie Walker Green Label ($30 a shot) but after that first shot, which he slams down not bothering to savor the flavors, he always switches to well whiskey (otherwise known as "rotgut") when his buddies aren't looking and gives me the "wink", whispering that he'll make sure and take care of me if I help keep up his illusion.<br /><br />I have tried time and time again to bring back the classics: Old Fashion, Golden Cadillac, Gimlet, Sidecar and Harvey Wallbanger. But the kids these days will not have it. One sip of those true taste adventures and their noses wrinkle, tongue comes out and they act as if I just fed them antifreeze. "Ugh! All I taste is alcohol in that", they whine. Isn't that the point? I always thought it was.Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-18895295177420653922008-11-01T19:20:00.000-07:002008-11-01T19:33:56.476-07:00Happiness in hamburgersHello all...I recently left that horrible landscaping company. At the time of my departure I was optamistic and full of hope for a new career move. But after three weeks, 54 resumes and only 1 interview I realized that I was in serious danger of not finding a job before funds ran out. I was desperate and scared. Thats when I received a phone call from a friend of mine. He had a friend who owned a small diner and was desperately looking for someone to come work for him. I interviewed with the man and his wife the next day and accepted what I considered to be the lowest I could sink....a waitress position.<br /><br />I have not been a waitress since I was 17 years old and I really never thought I would have to go back to that. I dreaded my first day, but to my surprise I absolutely thrived in the environment. I love people and have a very high tolerance for bitchy ones in particular. My first day flew by and as I counted out my $60 in tips I had made in 7 hours the joy of really enjoying my job was clashing with the realization that my income had just been cut to a fourth of what it had been. <br /><br />The next day was better ($85 in tips) and the third day I almost managed to pull $100 ($96). My daily tips bounce from $60 to $90 on average depending on the day and the financial mood of my customers. I know I cannot make it on this but I am happy for now to be part of the Blue-Collar working class again. I get to work at 5am and am out the door by 12:30-1pm. I work 4 days a week which leaves plenty of time to explore other job options and still have time for my family.<br /><br />So for now Jo has found happiness in greasy burgers, dirty plates and hands that smell of bleach water that desperately needs to be changed.<br /><br />Ta ta for now...<br /><br />~Darlin~Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-21426110860299973382008-07-30T19:46:00.000-07:002008-07-30T20:04:51.044-07:00When You Hate Your Job...I feel almost ungrateful writing this but I have to say I HATE MY JOB! I have had such a great opportunity given to me, I mean I fell into owning my own company but I just am not passionate about what I do. Part of it is that my company, like many others these days, is going through financial problems. The stress this is putting on me since I am the one responsible for the financial end of things is literally wearing me to the point of exhaustion. I hate going into the office, I cringe every time my phone rings and I am worn out from working 15 hour days, 7 days a week.<br /><br />But with my new attitude (thanks to The Success Principles) I will not dwell on this. I will look at all of this as a learning opportunity and keep pushing forward towards my new dreams and goals. It is proving rather hard to get past all of the negative people in my life though. I never realized how negative people are (probably because I was one of them) until I made a promise to myself to change my own attitiude. I am laughed at, mocked, glared at and constantly getting the eye roll from almost everyone in my life. All of this simply because I refuse to let things get me upset or angry. Now I am not saying that I NEVER get pissed off or upset anymore but when I do I make a point (often vocally) to reject the negative and find the positive in it. <br /><br />I make it a point everyday to say something positive to everyone I come in contact with. You would be amazed at the amount of smiles you can collect in a day from telling someone something nice about themself. But the people who know me, and know what a bitch I have been in the past often laugh, make fun of me or just plain tell me to knock it off or shut up.<br /><br />But I will not give up! I will not give in! I will just smile at those mocking me or trying to quiet me and tell them how nice they look today!!<br /><br />~Darlin~Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-65927237682997475042008-07-21T06:16:00.000-07:002008-07-21T06:28:27.058-07:00Volunteering and life goals.....Told ya'll I would be on here more often. <br /><br />I finally heard back from my local animal shelter and will be signing up for their volunteer program. I have to take a volunteer training class on August 16th and then I am off and running on my first step towards me new goal of becoming a dog trainer.<br /><br /><em>"Starting out to make money is the greatest mistake in life. </em><br /><em>Do what you feel you have a flair for doing, and if you are good enough at it, the money will come."</em><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Greer Garson-Winner of the 1943 Academy Award for best actress</span><br /><br />I have reached a place in life where I have realized that anything is possible. I have so many goals now I have had to narrow them down to the top ones and focus on those.<br /><br />1. Become a licensed dog trainer<br />2. Open a pit bull rescue shelter<br />3. Buy a home in Northern Arizona (its cooler for the dogs)<br />4. Open a Bed and Breakfast (all my friends can come visit)<br />5. Quit smoking (doing this within the next few weeks)<br />6. Lose 20lbs. and get back in shape<br /><br />Five and six will actually happen first but I will have all of these accomplished by Sept. 15, 2013. That gives me 6 years (my 40th birthday) to get it all done and then some.<br /><br />More to come.<br /><br />~Darlin~<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-64627577319659585142008-07-19T10:12:00.000-07:002008-07-21T06:04:02.677-07:00Shameless copied from Toadee.....who copied it from KB!<span style="font-size:85%;">The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed. Well let's see.<br />1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.<br />2) Italicise those you intend to read.<br />3) Underline the books you LOVE<br />4) Reprint this list in your own journal/blog so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them ;-)<br /><br />1 <strong>Pride and Prejudice</strong>-Jane Austen.....LOVED<br />2 <strong>The Lord of the Rings</strong> - JRR Tolkien.....LOVED </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte<br />4 <strong>Harry Potter series</strong> - JK Rowling....LOVED LOVED LOVED<br />5 <strong>To Kill a Mockingbird</strong> - Harper Lee....LOVED<br />6 <strong>The Bible</strong><br />7 <strong>Wuthering Heights</strong> - Emily Bronte<br />8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell<br />9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman<br />10 <em>Great Expectations</em> - Charles Dickens<br />11 <strong>Little Women</strong> - Louisa M Alcott....LOVED LOVED<br />12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy<br />13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller<br />14 Complete Works of Shakespeare<br />15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier<br />16 <strong>The Hobbit</strong> - JRR Tolkien<br />17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks<br />18 <strong>Catcher in the Rye</strong> - JD Salinger<br />19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger<br />20 Middlemarch - George Eliot<br />21 <strong>Gone With The Wind</strong> - Margaret Mitchell<br />22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald<br />23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens<br />24 <strong>War and Peace</strong> - Leo Tolstoy (when I was 16 to get an A in Literature)<br />25 <strong>The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy</strong> - Douglas Adams<br />26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh<br />27 <strong>Crime and Punishment</strong> - Fyodor Dostoyevsky<br />28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck<br />29 <strong>Alice in Wonderland</strong> - Lewis Carroll<br />30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame<br />31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy<br />32 <strong>David Copperfield</strong> - Charles Dickens<br />33 <strong>Chronicles of Narnia</strong> - CS Lewis<br />34 Emma - Jane Austen<br />35 <strong>Persuasion</strong> - Jane Austen<br />36 <strong>The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe</strong> - CS Lewis<br />37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini<br />38 <em>Captain Corelli's Mandolin</em> - Louis De Bernieres<br />39 <em>Memoirs of a Geisha</em> - Arthur Golden<br />40 <strong>Winnie the Pooh</strong> - AA Milne<br />41 Animal Farm - George Orwell<br />42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown<br />43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez<br />44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving<br />45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins<br />46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery<br />47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy<br />48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood<br />49 <strong>Lord of the Flies </strong>- William Golding<br />50 Atonement - Ian McEwan<br />51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel<br />52 Dune - Frank Herbert<br />53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons<br />54 <strong>Sense and Sensibility</strong> - Jane Austen<br />55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth<br />56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon<br />57 <strong>A Tale Of Two Cities</strong> - Charles Dickens.....LOVED LOVED<br />58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley<br />59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon<br />60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez<br />61 <strong>Of Mice and Men</strong> - John Steinbeck<br />62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov<br />63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt<br />64 <strong>The Lovely Bones</strong> - Alice Sebold<br />65 <strong>Count of Monte Cristo</strong> - Alexandre Dumas<br />66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac<br />67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy<br />68 Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding<br />69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie<br />70 <strong>Moby Dick</strong> - Herman Melville<br />71 <strong>Oliver Twist</strong> - Charles Dickens<br />72 <strong>Dracula</strong> - Bram Stoker<br />73 <strong>The Secret Garden</strong> - Frances Hodgson Burnett<br />74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson<br />75 Ulysses - James Joyce<br />76 <strong>The Bell Jar</strong> - Sylvia Plath<br />77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome<br />78 Germinal - Emile Zola<br />79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray<br />80 Possession - AS Byatt<br />81 <strong>A Christmas Carol</strong> - Charles Dickens<br />82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell<br />83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker<br />84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro<br />85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert<br />86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry<br />87 <strong>Charlotte's Web</strong> - EB White<br />88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom<br />89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle<br />90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton<br />91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad<br />92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery<br />93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks<br />94 Watership Down - Richard Adams<br />95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole<br />96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute<br />97 <strong>The Three Musketeers</strong> - Alexandre Dumas<br />98 <strong>Hamlet</strong> - William Shakespeare<br />99 <strong>Charlie and the Chocolate Factory</strong> - Roald Dahl<br />100 <strong>Les Miserables</strong> - Victor Hugo<br /><br />This makes 42 for me since the Harry Potter series contains 7 books!!!!<br /><br />~Darlin~</span>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-72746748987097291722008-07-17T07:02:00.000-07:002008-07-17T07:20:24.745-07:00Finding My PassionMost people who visit my blog know how passionate I am about my Pit Bull, Butter. She is my baby girl. I recently started reading the book "The Success Principles". It is a wonderful book that has made me re-evaluate my life and what I am doing with it. Although I like my job and love owning my own company, landscaping is not a passion for me. One of the first exercises in "The Success Principles" is to look inside yourself for what you are truly passionate about and for me I realized that that was my dog (outside of my children of course).<br /><br />My baby girl is constantly looked down on and feared simply because of her breed. Ignorance has created hatred and hatred has created fear. So on August 6th I will begin my education to become a licensed dog trainer! I am so excited! My ulitimate goal is to open a Pit Bull rescue shelter but I will also take on classes and private lessons for clients also (outside of everyone in my family asking me to train their dogs for free).<br /><br />I am giving you my word that I will now begin writing here at least 4 times a week. Most of them will involve my exercises from "The Success Principles" so you will probably be getting some pretty deep insight into ME.<br /><br />On a side note...I took my 13 year old daughter to the doctor yesterday and as we were sitting in the waiting room she was reading over my shoulder. She made the comment that she wished they made a book like this ("The Success Principles") for teenagers. Well guess what...they do!! So she begged and pleaded and I of course went up and bought it. We have now made a promise to each other to discuss what we read that day at the end of the night before bed.<br /><br />I will post again soon....<br /><br />~Darlin~Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-74494527837247304492008-05-21T19:12:00.000-07:002008-05-21T19:20:34.321-07:00A Good BurnA new story I am working on.....tell me what ya think....<br /><br />Cali cringed as she watched the milk Jason had brought into the bedroom almost spill as he set it on the bedside table. How many times had she asked him not to eat or drink in bed? Her new bed set had cost over $300 and the thought of taking it in to have a milk spill removed made her angry beyond belief. He plopped down on the bed with his peanut butter sandwich and smiled at her with a smear of jam on the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t cute like it had been two years ago. Now it just made her want to wipe his mouth off and tell him to grow up. The smacking sounds that came from his mouth as he tried to pry the peanut butter off the roof of his mouth with his tongue made her nauseous. She rolled her eyes as he scanned through the channels to Sports Center. A deep sigh and her back turned suddenly to him was her way of telling him to take it all to the living room and let her sleep. But as usual he didn’t take the hint and in fact turned the TV up so he could hear the recount of the Suns losing their asses again even louder.<br /><br /><br /><br />“They’re never going to win the playoffs. Hell they won’t even make it in this year,” she said, her back still to him. She could almost feel the anger her words provoked in him.<br /><br /><br />“Why can’t you just let me have this one thing? I love this team. Always have and I always will. That’s the point of being a real fan. You love them through the good and the bad.”<br /><br /><br />“I’m just saying”, she growled, her back still to him, “They never win. Why have faith in a team that takes you right to the edge and then lets you down every year?”<br /><br /><br />“Ya know ya could just tell me to go out in the living room Cali. You don’t have to pick a fight every time.”<br /><br /><br />She rolled over and glared at him. “I am not picking a fight Jason but Jesus Christ I do have to work at 4:30 in the morning! It would be nice to be able to go to bed without this stupid shit blaring in my ears”, she spat pointing at the commentators on TV.<br /><br /><br />“Whatever Cali. I don’t think you even like me anymore.” He grabbed his milk and his sandwich and started towards the living room. “By the way,” he turned looking at her, “The dog threw up on the bed today. I cleaned up what I could but if you notice a funny smell I didn’t have time to take your shit to the dry cleaners.” With that he walked into the living room, slamming the bedroom door for effect and leaving her in the dark wondering if that was what she had been smelling.<br /><br />Cali woke up the next morning with a feeling of freedom. She lay in bed for awhile, wondering why she felt the way she did. Just as she was about to get up and head for the shower the bedroom door opened and Jason walked in headed straight for the bathroom.<br /><br /><br />“Can I ask you a question,” she asked tentatively. <br /><br /><br />Jason eyes went straight to the floor. “You can ask me anything. You know that.”<br /><br /><br />“Do you get the feeling we are about to break up,” she asked nonchalantly.<br /><br />Cali could almost see the weight come off Jason’s shoulders as he looked directly at her. “Yes,” he said loud and clear.<br /><br /><br />They both called into work that morning and spent the day on the bed they had made love on countless times over the last two and a half years. They talked about their hopes and dreams for the future and playfully squabbled over who got what in the house. It was the most fun she had had with him in months and it almost made her rethink the decision to break up, but in the end she knew it was what should have happened years ago but neither of them had been brave enough to confront the other. They had come to rely on each other and both felt that the other relied on them. Their love for each other was real and true but it was not a love that lives were built on. More like a love that friendships were made of.<br /><br /><br />They decided that Cali would keep the house and Jason would find an apartment. By the end of the month, which was only two weeks away, he would have all his stuff out. Watching Jason box up his things and take them away one by one was not as joyful as that day on the bed. She cried every time he left the house with a car full of boxes. Images of him coming home, smelling like grease, and throwing himself on top of her as she squealed, begging him to take a shower would flood her mind. How he would come out of the shower in nothing but a towel and sit on the end of the bed, demanding that she present her feet for a foot rub, how he would tickle her back as she drifted off to sleep and how he would always ask if she needed anything before he climbed into bed himself. All of these things haunted her as she watched him drive his things away.<br /><br /><br />When the day came where he would not be returning for another load she sat on the bed, trying to hide her tears and telling herself not to make it harder for them by begging him not to go. He walked into the bedroom they had shared for years, looking around at anything but her. <br />“I think that’s it,” he said.<br /><br /><br />“Did you get all of your holey socks, “ she asked trying to hide the hurt and fear that were quickly surfacing.<br /><br /><br />Jason looked at her curled up on the side of the bed and fought the urge to wrap her in his arms and tell her that everything would be alright. She had to learn to trust her own abilities to make it on her own. “I left one pair for you,” he joked. “Thought you might need them when you forget to wash yours.”<br /><br /><br />Cali tried to laugh. She knew that he needed to see her smile or he would never be able to walk out, but the smile just wouldn’t come. Her heart was breaking. She was terrified that she was losing the best man she would ever have and all because she wasn’t enough for him to love. After two and half years he still wouldn’t even talk about marriage. At first she had thought it funny. Typical male. Fear of commitment. But after two years she had started to resent the fact that she had absolutely no doubt that she would spend the rest of her life with him and that he could not even bring himself to talk about it. Her self confidence was being eaten away by the fact that the man she loved more than anything did not seem to share those same devout feelings. That he would get angry at the mere mention of marriage.<br /><br />Cali felt the bed sink below Jason’s weight as he sat down beside her. She still could not bring herself to look at him. “Why couldn’t I be enough,” she whimpered as the tears began to fall violently.<br /><br /><br />Jason wrapped her in his arms, holding her close to his chest. “You were always enough Cal. I am the one who doesn’t deserve you.”<br /><br /><br />She let out a tiny laugh into his chest. “You are so full of shit and you know it.”<br /><br /><br />He pulled her face up by her chin to look him in the eye. “You know I love you Cal and I know you love me. I can’t imagine not coming home to you, but if I am honest with you and me I have to say that I can’t imagine coming home to you every night for the rest of my life.” Cali pulled her face away from him, her face twisting with hurt. “Cali,” he said gently grabbing her chin again and raising her face to his, “Can you really say that if another year from now I still am not ready for marriage that you won’t hate me?”<br /><br /><br />Cali pulled her face away from his hand again, moving her body slightly away from his. “I could never hate you. I just don’t understand why I’m not enough.” She couldn’t believe the hurt and anger that was welling up inside her at the realization that he was really leaving. She wanted to punch him and slap him and tell him she hated him for not loving her enough, but the simple truth was she wanted him to be happy and all the anger in the world could not overcome that.Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-83201923798355710402008-05-19T14:34:00.000-07:002008-05-19T14:42:15.369-07:00My Landscaping Company<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVokv7KSuDxN325mWxLrOuwIllSZNTcnoXSkIWtchIoh_lFoi-eMaRKLx91G4nlZcQYVg5XZ2dYCri26j3N9aWPL1CwkDPGk0OgEnFoEjk8n4uL6TDi5MRDLRcPxarhLRRZ5qUSFRDe81/s1600-h/Landcare+Party+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202206067767179618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVokv7KSuDxN325mWxLrOuwIllSZNTcnoXSkIWtchIoh_lFoi-eMaRKLx91G4nlZcQYVg5XZ2dYCri26j3N9aWPL1CwkDPGk0OgEnFoEjk8n4uL6TDi5MRDLRcPxarhLRRZ5qUSFRDe81/s320/Landcare+Party+006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hello again friends....I thought I would take the time to introduce all of you to some of the awesone people who work for me. From left to right....Kyle (my work husband), me, my partner John, Lupe, Herrold (my ex-husband), Jillian (my best friend), Marc, Sugar and Todd. I have been so fortunate over the last 6 months with the people that have came into my life. Some of them may look like ex-convicts but they are the hardest workers I know and I am proud to say I work with them.</div><div></div><div>On a seperate note....I am single now. Kevin and I have called it quits after 2 1/2 years. It was a good break up. We have ridden the "opposites attract" thing as far as we can and decided to get out before we hated each other.</div><div></div><div>So anybody know any hot, single men?</div><div></div><div>Love to you all.....</div><div></div><div>~Darlin~</div>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-24598191711067635622008-05-04T16:04:00.001-07:002008-05-04T16:27:57.366-07:00Ok Here We Go<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEFaWt0Cm-BYwgiGODgTeJzN2f0UYU7KlzF03yBK8pbQiYki_43yQfU1NV1Jcty58gv0-ZKPkHzre6lsvz_ZHswKpwz8bVSdWOITOIRt_MHToGuKYikTkLnZCqiwXBwDSUq1SdC4INVQj/s1600-h/Tattoos+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196664738212305522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEFaWt0Cm-BYwgiGODgTeJzN2f0UYU7KlzF03yBK8pbQiYki_43yQfU1NV1Jcty58gv0-ZKPkHzre6lsvz_ZHswKpwz8bVSdWOITOIRt_MHToGuKYikTkLnZCqiwXBwDSUq1SdC4INVQj/s200/Tattoos+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUwhyIZ5O-y9HKhr_BqRDSLQQLEhae0bVCt_ySPIGNPAWW46Q5HzXoDu7hHmunSEVKV5mxyKfjA2iOWVynEkvZB9vetDcEOzhagwgRwPbJE3QeuHmN-_JVYrbISFzcFLrj841Bx0bFLtJ4/s1600-h/Tattoos+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196664746802240130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUwhyIZ5O-y9HKhr_BqRDSLQQLEhae0bVCt_ySPIGNPAWW46Q5HzXoDu7hHmunSEVKV5mxyKfjA2iOWVynEkvZB9vetDcEOzhagwgRwPbJE3QeuHmN-_JVYrbISFzcFLrj841Bx0bFLtJ4/s200/Tattoos+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmPyqgbZSuavbfJYMdsOy_Xaia47j31INiGAXJ8n_O3CF2un5wrcKf143k_ZhF57Da0O9viU9_hhdCdmwrli2K7qgpgTPD2ET5GKj_5Klsyq_LvOJdXve-3pJIFGDtcUY0tuYd18dyBTX/s1600-h/Tattoos+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196662955800877666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmPyqgbZSuavbfJYMdsOy_Xaia47j31INiGAXJ8n_O3CF2un5wrcKf143k_ZhF57Da0O9viU9_hhdCdmwrli2K7qgpgTPD2ET5GKj_5Klsyq_LvOJdXve-3pJIFGDtcUY0tuYd18dyBTX/s320/Tattoos+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Hello to all my friends, bloggers and non-bloggers alike. I have returned and I have so many things to share with all of you.</div><div> </div><div>First I have three new tattoos. I took my sister in a few months ago to get her first (she is my older sister) and ended up walking out with three new ones myself.</div><div> </div><div>The monkey on my neck may look familiar to some of you. The Evil Monkey in the Closet from Family Guy. I am someone who has several evil monkies in my closet and he is constant reminder that I have them and they need to stay there.</div><div> </div><div>The second and third are on my forearms. Beautiful Disaster...I do not think these need any explanation. It is how I feel about myself. </div><div> </div><div>In case some of you have not heard I am now a partner in a landscaping company. I fell into in by chance and it has been an amazing experience. Our company has tripled its workforce in the last few months and things just keep getting better. The only negative in that is I don't have very much time for anything but work. </div><div> </div><div>I will post more soon.....</div><div> </div><div>~Darlin~</div></div>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-47261434633827943142008-03-16T22:49:00.000-07:002008-03-16T22:53:33.443-07:00I Wonder If Anyone Will See.....I can't even remember the last time I wrote here. I honestly can't remember the last time I wrote anything that wasn't some type of business form. I was so good for so long. I managed to keep that promise I made to myself about writing for almost a year....then the chaos that has always been a part of my life, that chaos that I thought had been caged, bit me in the ass for thinking such and consumed my life once again.<br /><br />I will be working on writing again....posting more here, returning to my local writers group and of course continuing to work on my blockbuster novel that should be out sometime next never.<br /><br />Love to you all-<br /><br />~Darlin~Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-85721564466360739812007-12-11T13:32:00.000-08:002007-12-11T13:36:38.270-08:00We Now Return To Our Regularly Scheduled ProgramHello my friends.....have you missed me? A few posts ago I informed everyone that I had to go out and find another means of supporting my family. Well I got very lucky and signed on to help a friend and his partners out with their landscaping company (which was headed belly up due to poor accounting) and now just a short month later I have been given a percentage of partnership due to my dedication and of course my above average ability to control assholes!<br /><br />So hopefully this means I will be well on my way to returning to a much more regular schedule of blogging again. <br /><br />Thanks for all the support.<br /><br />~Darlin~Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-51882791809433375532007-11-01T22:04:00.000-07:002007-11-01T22:16:59.758-07:00Trick or Treat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifRdOSdEqn9Llb3LxBWkO4zOnTmCuSlABNJNSpBnRoZVRSKXx2J4FvfOJIoT_ekgitovTKCsTQTFtUJBou6YMMJpsJh1zJt1rGUHleU3YC-W3KcyWSYILjHupkiB1XX-diZzuZ97D87Ry/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128106104951565234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifRdOSdEqn9Llb3LxBWkO4zOnTmCuSlABNJNSpBnRoZVRSKXx2J4FvfOJIoT_ekgitovTKCsTQTFtUJBou6YMMJpsJh1zJt1rGUHleU3YC-W3KcyWSYILjHupkiB1XX-diZzuZ97D87Ry/s320/Halloween+2007+018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmm379Cy1uOS72CqOLGUYIkDGzu6D5fQ4WGASqhr_6MlHKhHhLdUEwS3noS0aO5ARzSt916zmQmRgdhBIEEsE-Np0Hv4t5liD1gOXCvl8xEKMWFYCdg4NeclRyltePBRxX9Rd_X2ZpUHq5/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+087.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128106109246532546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmm379Cy1uOS72CqOLGUYIkDGzu6D5fQ4WGASqhr_6MlHKhHhLdUEwS3noS0aO5ARzSt916zmQmRgdhBIEEsE-Np0Hv4t5liD1gOXCvl8xEKMWFYCdg4NeclRyltePBRxX9Rd_X2ZpUHq5/s320/Halloween+2007+087.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PKHTSKHWR7qx4JneCt5XZGRi6eNhBN31gYuPlDQ7_TdMdyL3DfNGiSPRg8WXmfTke4wczMbCI6RRwYHnPFFpSC85dLpqhFU2uNFAa-x56KSg4aScGOm0c8p8eTG37cTcvCP3mtxYVf6h/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128106122131434450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PKHTSKHWR7qx4JneCt5XZGRi6eNhBN31gYuPlDQ7_TdMdyL3DfNGiSPRg8WXmfTke4wczMbCI6RRwYHnPFFpSC85dLpqhFU2uNFAa-x56KSg4aScGOm0c8p8eTG37cTcvCP3mtxYVf6h/s320/Halloween+2007+071.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAV-Pwg_8-YwId9SDnXFkK4tTFcLOGaWo8fadb2GCaZq4KL3kwZ-odYAJiqIESKzd1I9qzLuY-lZUWebx8aO8Ngw-BQ3malsql26HlKp0Uh_klMbmDF13Tr0z5Kj41MXeVXC4tF_RRXiNY/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128106126426401762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAV-Pwg_8-YwId9SDnXFkK4tTFcLOGaWo8fadb2GCaZq4KL3kwZ-odYAJiqIESKzd1I9qzLuY-lZUWebx8aO8Ngw-BQ3malsql26HlKp0Uh_klMbmDF13Tr0z5Kj41MXeVXC4tF_RRXiNY/s320/Halloween+2007+081.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Efoub4TU1PG-z74KRs0Xt0ywtAF9o1_g3v9Dk8kZWEYF2RPthCcuODffs4j0XcCfQOlwaqYYUrU6JDzW-G1BECyz4JXm_28Ti4-XtOsLyNSw3NhCwJQXRlBLt3ejb-x9HoWrfT2LgxZr/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128106130721369074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Efoub4TU1PG-z74KRs0Xt0ywtAF9o1_g3v9Dk8kZWEYF2RPthCcuODffs4j0XcCfQOlwaqYYUrU6JDzW-G1BECyz4JXm_28Ti4-XtOsLyNSw3NhCwJQXRlBLt3ejb-x9HoWrfT2LgxZr/s320/Halloween+2007+066.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Here are the Halloween pictures that I promised. The one of me (yes in a skirt) is with my best friend's boyfriend. The other's are of my critters of course. A flesh eating zombie, a bound for the jailhouse Miss Behavin and of course, Black Spiderman (yes I yelled at him for climbing on my car but not until after I got this picture)</p><p> </p><p>I hope everyone enjoys the pics...we enjoyed the day!</p><p> </p><p>~Darlin~</p>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-51539013620084241462007-10-22T08:01:00.000-07:002007-10-22T08:06:54.121-07:00Excuse the Interruption<strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Some of you may have noticed that I have not written in a while. My apologies for that. I recently found out that as of the end of the year (yes right after the holidays) I will no longer have a job. I work in the construction industry and unfortunately new home sales are at their lowest point in 14 years so I will have to be let go. My boss is a wonderful lady, who at least showed me the courtesy of giving me two and a half months notice.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Because of this I have been working on a new income idea via the World Wide Web. Learning how to create websites and such is taking up the majority of my time now so I have been neglecting my blog. Again my apologies.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">I will try and post more often but I ask for your understanding with my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dilemma</span> right now with needing to find a new source of income before my current one expires.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">~<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Darlin</span>~</span></em></strong>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-55794839193460464802007-10-04T08:10:00.000-07:002007-10-04T08:20:08.794-07:00A New Face on an Old Place<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKBM2hwnJHiBbe6x1ADohoXbOkKGhrHll44LDvnoLFFpnORD1OO_il-Q31Swhih56SRl2jaB77nJGCj3tQ9KDtRVAQ__isVYC5acKyATJiAaP6pL6m1so78fYvGUGpoW-r3xAzAYMml11/s1600-h/Writers+Group+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117499722375090882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKBM2hwnJHiBbe6x1ADohoXbOkKGhrHll44LDvnoLFFpnORD1OO_il-Q31Swhih56SRl2jaB77nJGCj3tQ9KDtRVAQ__isVYC5acKyATJiAaP6pL6m1so78fYvGUGpoW-r3xAzAYMml11/s320/Writers+Group+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9q3W07nNVxlrWrPEjGmTZPq18RY6GqWlyBI21YSEz3FrqZxUNgbYEgdWEYfvIR5mfAc6GVLHKKUKkpYGl0B8d0ZYtrHehWRDcZVQny00ccdyI8-JMWTgkiaXov6IOxca_FVQOvBJT3QiD/s1600-h/Writers+Group+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117499726670058194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9q3W07nNVxlrWrPEjGmTZPq18RY6GqWlyBI21YSEz3FrqZxUNgbYEgdWEYfvIR5mfAc6GVLHKKUKkpYGl0B8d0ZYtrHehWRDcZVQny00ccdyI8-JMWTgkiaXov6IOxca_FVQOvBJT3QiD/s320/Writers+Group+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7o1luNHR31MzE5OB8ybCGRiMU_mA8YOHFcYsgp42r6xGUHcTAsHCsurlDGTko8IyqiYCjhtnlAfsZTpl_sXFAINhH28NqwnyqlhTieeF63Ha-C9RUgCaReYFl_t_lbo7_fiWBKaM5hNzA/s1600-h/Writers+Group+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117499735259992802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7o1luNHR31MzE5OB8ybCGRiMU_mA8YOHFcYsgp42r6xGUHcTAsHCsurlDGTko8IyqiYCjhtnlAfsZTpl_sXFAINhH28NqwnyqlhTieeF63Ha-C9RUgCaReYFl_t_lbo7_fiWBKaM5hNzA/s320/Writers+Group+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Previously in my blog I have talked about my local watering hole. Due to the new "anti-smoking" legislation many smaller bars have suffered and some have even had to close their doors.<br /><br />But my watering hole fought to beat the system and have come out victorious. The pictures here are of the new and improved Wendy Jack's Hidaway. They have created what I can only say is a wonderful outdoor smoking area that is almost completely enclosed except for one wall that is solar screened in. These screens will hold in the A/C and heat but allows the smoke out. <br /><br />A pool table, jukebox, 3 plasma TV's and karoake at night makes this a sure bet for a new hot spot on the westside of town. So pull up a bar stool, order a drink and light a smoke. Everything is as it should be again.<br /><br />~Darlin~Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-88094347806100258512007-09-19T21:29:00.000-07:002007-09-19T21:40:25.558-07:00Keith's Gifts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdo1iXJ6umc9pdjHWrQhG2VH5Ybk3vIZkVW9wDb8QSBYUacqk0By9GWPlBzr4jHwVNO1imb19ddmZb_Dx5eBZzLw505yWfk-0eMx_Hw-_mNX60HybbUZ8q4Vw_-RLc_135afwYK8401CnV/s1600-h/September+19+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112140297905504258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdo1iXJ6umc9pdjHWrQhG2VH5Ybk3vIZkVW9wDb8QSBYUacqk0By9GWPlBzr4jHwVNO1imb19ddmZb_Dx5eBZzLw505yWfk-0eMx_Hw-_mNX60HybbUZ8q4Vw_-RLc_135afwYK8401CnV/s200/September+19+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4YzYGSx9WlRrXnFWoYAKW4KQDXe-MJmuIZGZP5VnljWAY8zcAiAbbhb44qVnm8ND6oUAflFoG1u-X68LT6wJOqr4961On298w3VfNEGwsjyzi8n3iSOJONfy0Yj-zgcrMEnM-3fr0UjO/s1600-h/September+19+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112140306495438866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4YzYGSx9WlRrXnFWoYAKW4KQDXe-MJmuIZGZP5VnljWAY8zcAiAbbhb44qVnm8ND6oUAflFoG1u-X68LT6wJOqr4961On298w3VfNEGwsjyzi8n3iSOJONfy0Yj-zgcrMEnM-3fr0UjO/s200/September+19+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXeiHZlE-6WAC5_HQ3Z-61UeuaXVmatZth8Mxop7LHhyphenhyphensfEGIEwo87lFoVFJ8yMre-Fcqm_KDWAUmUpNkoMlSRFc66AacLBoyqEE-PexI_E7VqBm9kik2_sDqD7qW8ntS7szmtrygIsmx4/s1600-h/September+19+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112140315085373474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXeiHZlE-6WAC5_HQ3Z-61UeuaXVmatZth8Mxop7LHhyphenhyphensfEGIEwo87lFoVFJ8yMre-Fcqm_KDWAUmUpNkoMlSRFc66AacLBoyqEE-PexI_E7VqBm9kik2_sDqD7qW8ntS7szmtrygIsmx4/s200/September+19+013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">I think the final Helium gift has arrived and Sophie could not be more tickled about it. This one came in a big brown envelope with "Air Mail" stamped on it. She had tears in her eyes as she realized, once again, that Mama's friends on Helium were thinking of her. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">She loves the book Keith. She refuses to use the pen because she doesn't want to use it up and the post cards are proudly displayed on her bedroom wall where she shows everyone that comes over.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Again I am humbled to my friends at Helium. You have all surprised me with your support and encouragement to a friend and her young daughter that you have never met. I have to be honest...Sophie did not receive a lot from our immediate family, but our family at Helium made her feel so cared for and she wanted to make you all proud with her quick recovery. She is doing very well now, she actually wants to go back to school. She should finally be able to take her brace off for the first time on the 28th of September. I will make sure and post pictures of that.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Thank you again all my friends who sent gifts and well wishes. You are greatly appreciated.</span></strong></div>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-2883101256056877362007-09-12T11:42:00.000-07:002007-09-12T11:45:54.882-07:00The Sunshine After the Rain<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PY16OhZ-OXP1jNGpGliGHLgMWAJ87dmmAj7q0S8e70Ar4mSJPTePfOPRIC6b3QB8OKkVnlcPM2bD7aUIzX_xUKRW4SyE4L361nmNq3lv25rvm-7WNHiWzjGL3xYV0-moMOoWUhxCNDEh/s1600-h/Cass's+B-Day+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109390142855958674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PY16OhZ-OXP1jNGpGliGHLgMWAJ87dmmAj7q0S8e70Ar4mSJPTePfOPRIC6b3QB8OKkVnlcPM2bD7aUIzX_xUKRW4SyE4L361nmNq3lv25rvm-7WNHiWzjGL3xYV0-moMOoWUhxCNDEh/s400/Cass's+B-Day+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just wanted to share with everyone a bit of why I love Arizona. I know it can be terrible hot during the summer (110 degrees +) but it is also a dry heat and very beautiful. This is a picture I took right after a really hard downpour. The colors here are like none I have seen anywhere else and I have lived/been to a lot of places. Enjoy.<br /><br />~Darlin~<br /><div></div>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-4901551463158176452007-09-05T17:44:00.001-07:002007-09-05T18:00:04.499-07:00The Gifts Keep On Comin"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TMFH_tu1wmHnbq6DR18nWCoqPkV9bvwKuDU55hdjveGmneJxQr4iZ83iy-vcS3LjqpQgUHOB5cdKhLoR1HPbT9-Tx7gkHEBsVrUsekExe9vO5Q2UNr3NVF2GVrlnD-JBp5VSBVxS2mCo/s1600-h/Sept+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106886116811688114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TMFH_tu1wmHnbq6DR18nWCoqPkV9bvwKuDU55hdjveGmneJxQr4iZ83iy-vcS3LjqpQgUHOB5cdKhLoR1HPbT9-Tx7gkHEBsVrUsekExe9vO5Q2UNr3NVF2GVrlnD-JBp5VSBVxS2mCo/s400/Sept+013.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#000000;">"It's here....IT'S HERE!" The words rang through the house like a bomb going off. We didn't even see it tucked behind the pillar next to our front door at first but as I returned to the car for the second load of groceries today there is was. The Helium gift.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">My younger two clamored to be the one to deliver it to Sophie. They had been told it was coming and not to tell her. They amazingly did not. But soon Sophie was roused from her room by all the ruckus. "Whats here'" she asked spying the package I had wrestled away from my son.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I held it out to her and asked her if she remembered all the friends I talked about on Helium, the ones who's stories we read and who's blogs we visited. Her eyes lit up as she shook her head vigorously up and down. "This is from them," I said setting it on the counter for her to examine. I grabbed a knife and carefully (yes carefully CD) cut through the tape and held back the flaps as she pushed through the styrofoam peanuts to retrieve her present. She tried her hardest to pull the box out and finally looked at me with a lack of patience. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I pulled it out to a squeal of delight. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I think dogs started to go crazy for at<br /></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybrI9mdpvBLi62_XSlW2l-XHLOUAryRhQ0ygCN3SFbfFmrqm6Cevioj3wpc0SSrtXyHvViHYfdKjbY7OevtOCzLUOmVSzao4PYt60055r6CUX5nnxa0btlcxJEysre1hxeWu7aqijXiHc/s1600-h/Sept+014.JPG"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106886125401622722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybrI9mdpvBLi62_XSlW2l-XHLOUAryRhQ0ygCN3SFbfFmrqm6Cevioj3wpc0SSrtXyHvViHYfdKjbY7OevtOCzLUOmVSzao4PYt60055r6CUX5nnxa0btlcxJEysre1hxeWu7aqijXiHc/s400/Sept+014.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#000000;"> least a mile around. "Oh mama...LOOK! Its perfect. It's my<br />first music thing for my music room!"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Really and truly my friends you could not have done a better job on selecting a gift. It is truly something that will stay with her always....perhaps now she will even take up the drums.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Wait a minute....YOU GUYS DID THIS ON PURPOSE DIDN'T YOU?!?!?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Thanks to all who put in for this. I don't know what else I can say except you all made us feel very special and loved.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">~Darlin & Sophie~</span></strong>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-56681070705340941432007-09-04T18:42:00.000-07:002007-09-04T18:52:55.833-07:00What Are You Passionate About?<span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">I recently asked this question to a friend of mine. His response....<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">"I don't think anyone has ever asked me that before."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">He was unable to give me an answer. This distressed me even more because this person is amazing and even I could think of some answers for him, but I did not provide them because I want him to hopefully really ponder this question. Maybe in doing so he will discover a little more about himself than he knew.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">So I pose this question to all who visit my blog....</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">What are you passionate about? </span></strong><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">I think that the answer to this question can tell you so much about a person and I want to know as much as I can about the people who are thoughtful enough to take time out of their day and visit me here.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong>My answer:</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>My children</strong>....making sure they receive the upbringing they deserve and that they are able to choose who they become.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Pit Bulls</strong>....Most who know me know who Butter is and the "issues" I have had to face since having her. I am determined to try and convince as many people as possible that it is the deed you blame, not this wonderful, loving breed.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Illegal immigration</strong>....I live in a state where I have to deal daily with illegals. I have personally felt the results of having someone steal you identity (actually it was my 11 year old daughter's) and I believe strongly that they have no right to be here if they did not go through the right channels. I don't care how difficult those channels may be.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Those would be my top three. I can't wait to hear all of yours.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">~Darlin~</span>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858222960798535082.post-60047342615539749552007-09-01T14:53:00.000-07:002007-09-01T15:08:39.131-07:00Thanks to Jadey Girl and her family.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlA8y8r0Zr8vBjZVWVg66vvW3y6s8Jexoobdx60K5DmJl8STt-97S5hI0NSwKU9gjQPi-l4TwYvgq6EjZWaH0WjPt9dM_wOV5FIuEWeDhYt_gLR6_x2Copdk4nxmYjVrQ_FEJSpRAIfdH5/s1600-h/September+1st-146.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105359590945408994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlA8y8r0Zr8vBjZVWVg66vvW3y6s8Jexoobdx60K5DmJl8STt-97S5hI0NSwKU9gjQPi-l4TwYvgq6EjZWaH0WjPt9dM_wOV5FIuEWeDhYt_gLR6_x2Copdk4nxmYjVrQ_FEJSpRAIfdH5/s200/September+1st-146.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0UA8zQaomwuNfPF9NtlrdTNiLB2FvzjFPzRNdep7tiM1sJvoUMcXmGvqMB0ngueTMXq27URp2n2dkx72rN5CzvYGo7-9nLzE5zIn65E2sVMniqwet6nq4NChXK4pVf9OZGxs5VQQvPMv/s1600-h/September+1st-147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105359595240376306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0UA8zQaomwuNfPF9NtlrdTNiLB2FvzjFPzRNdep7tiM1sJvoUMcXmGvqMB0ngueTMXq27URp2n2dkx72rN5CzvYGo7-9nLzE5zIn65E2sVMniqwet6nq4NChXK4pVf9OZGxs5VQQvPMv/s200/September+1st-147.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSSGuz8K56skjyCZHFzWp8kLWdeR9P5eQdeg-zdW03et_9kkOR-QUgldRTs1bECyzE0tBl8xV2wnSfMBMa4ZceBKJfUP_PDgg5DYgm1sNKnKQNafwwnt_0PImqB7FkyQpP1OSvJ4pDeXX/s1600-h/September+1st-151.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105359603830310914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSSGuz8K56skjyCZHFzWp8kLWdeR9P5eQdeg-zdW03et_9kkOR-QUgldRTs1bECyzE0tBl8xV2wnSfMBMa4ZceBKJfUP_PDgg5DYgm1sNKnKQNafwwnt_0PImqB7FkyQpP1OSvJ4pDeXX/s200/September+1st-151.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxNw05KEoOB7tTTbXFQ2GSvOIqqGFFTZSmvDC7IlvX9bams3FOUhJI4Li7ltO5hep-IG_NmzQ7zFb7xfHvzwPT8apCrHSDNddD6HSI6AM_MWjzKdCGLfer-QkmzpuMYhk5RJkOBLMo50_/s1600-h/September+1st-153.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105359608125278226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxNw05KEoOB7tTTbXFQ2GSvOIqqGFFTZSmvDC7IlvX9bams3FOUhJI4Li7ltO5hep-IG_NmzQ7zFb7xfHvzwPT8apCrHSDNddD6HSI6AM_MWjzKdCGLfer-QkmzpuMYhk5RJkOBLMo50_/s200/September+1st-153.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The first of the Helium gifts has arrived at our house and as you can see by the smile on her face, Sophie is absolutely overjoyed. Jadey Girl and her family made cards for Sophie, her favorites are the ones from the baby Jadey girl. They also included some cosmetics and of course a teen magazine which she has not put down since it arrived. Her walls are plastered with everything she could tear out of it.</div><div> </div><div>Thanks again to everyone for their well wishes, thoughts and prayers. Jadey Girl I really can't thank you enough. This made her week, in a week where getting a smile outta her was proving damn near impossible.</div><div> </div><div>~Darlin~</div>Darlin_Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402577288887691802noreply@blogger.com2