<?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-2628407235197349511</id><updated>2011-09-14T06:50:23.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Blue Raincoat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579806880944374643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628407235197349511.post-9077659049906823248</id><published>2007-04-15T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:45:51.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Three Things I'm Afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;1. Vancouver falling into the ocean&lt;br /&gt;2. Balloons&lt;br /&gt;3. Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People Who Make Me Laugh:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Oma&lt;br /&gt;2. Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;3. Pandora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Summer&lt;br /&gt;2. Walks&lt;br /&gt;3. Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Hate:&lt;br /&gt;1. Winter&lt;br /&gt;2. Milk&lt;br /&gt;3. When my car doesn't start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I don't Understand:&lt;br /&gt;1. How airplanes work&lt;br /&gt;2. The idea that God has always been around&lt;br /&gt;3. Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things on my Desk:&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have a desk...&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I'm doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thinking about my poor car that is stranded in the shoppers drug mart parking lot&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching Vancouver and Dallas in OT&lt;br /&gt;3. Using the dristan that I just purchased from shoppers drug mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;2. Go on a Safari and climb Kilimanjaro&lt;br /&gt;3. Live in a different city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Can Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a killer taco&lt;br /&gt;2. My personal trainer said I would be able to pass the police fitness test&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Can't Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell a convincing lie&lt;br /&gt;2. Spell&lt;br /&gt;3. Wake up when my alarm goes off (refer to earlier post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Think You Should Listen To:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rufus Wainwright&lt;br /&gt;2. Canadian Cancer Society’s Sun Protection Guidelines&lt;br /&gt;3. Your car when it makes strange noises, if you don't one day it just might decide not to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things You Should Never Listen To:&lt;br /&gt;1. The long term weather forecast&lt;br /&gt;2. Rap&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I'd Like To Learn:&lt;br /&gt;1. Furniture upholstery&lt;br /&gt;2. Patience&lt;br /&gt;3. Carpentry skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tacos&lt;br /&gt;2. Candy&lt;br /&gt;3. Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Shows I watched as a kid:&lt;br /&gt;1. Road to avonlea&lt;br /&gt;2. Full house&lt;br /&gt;3. Teddy Rupskin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People I'd Like to tag to do this post on their blog:&lt;br /&gt;1. Karen &lt;br /&gt;2. Leanne&lt;br /&gt;3. Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628407235197349511-9077659049906823248?l=jocelyntamara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/feeds/9077659049906823248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628407235197349511&amp;postID=9077659049906823248' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/9077659049906823248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/9077659049906823248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/2007/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579806880944374643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628407235197349511.post-8980346443184766313</id><published>2007-04-11T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:04:42.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Place High Jinks</title><content type='html'>The other day at work I was feeling a bit restless so I played a little joke on my co worker Erika.  I pulled out a stunt I used to use in high school,  twisting up an elastic band really tight and then letting it go in someone's hair so it gets really tangled and knotted.  I guess I must have made it a little to tight because she was forced to cut it out and then swore revenge on me.  For the next few days I was a little on edge waiting for something bad to happen but nothing came of it so I just thought she was all talk.  Then on friday morning I was asked to run to Costco to pick up lunch for that day, and when I went out side to my car this is what I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/Rh1mDmHpJEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nAr_n4jr6QU/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/Rh1mDmHpJEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nAr_n4jr6QU/s400/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052306568937808962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/Rh1nZGHpJFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DOnh3J7UhWc/s1600-h/GetAttachment-7.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/Rh1nZGHpJFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DOnh3J7UhWc/s320/GetAttachment-7.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052308037816624210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/Rh1npGHpJGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5N5CmRGRwYY/s1600-h/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/Rh1npGHpJGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5N5CmRGRwYY/s320/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052308312694531170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really pulled one over one me, I had no idea, I'm trying to think of something to get her back, but good pranks are hard to come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628407235197349511-8980346443184766313?l=jocelyntamara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/feeds/8980346443184766313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628407235197349511&amp;postID=8980346443184766313' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/8980346443184766313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/8980346443184766313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-place-high-jinks.html' title='Work Place High Jinks'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579806880944374643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/Rh1mDmHpJEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nAr_n4jr6QU/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628407235197349511.post-3655239502856732115</id><published>2007-03-27T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:39:53.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmonton's Biggest Snowman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RgyhzNNze8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4w0bfSuAQGY/s1600-h/DSC00667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RgyhzNNze8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4w0bfSuAQGY/s400/DSC00667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047587183468444610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I few weeks ago I came across something pretty amazing.  It's what I believe to be the largest snowman in Edmonton, it was so increadable I needed to share it with someone, so I took my friend chelsea and she posed with him.  It's not really that interesting of a story but the pictures are pretty impresive.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/Rgyh-NNze9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/l60nd8y8m5w/s1600-h/DSC00668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/Rgyh-NNze9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/l60nd8y8m5w/s400/DSC00668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047587372447005650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628407235197349511-3655239502856732115?l=jocelyntamara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/feeds/3655239502856732115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628407235197349511&amp;postID=3655239502856732115' title='66 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/3655239502856732115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/3655239502856732115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/2007/03/edmontons-biggest-snowman.html' title='Edmonton&apos;s Biggest Snowman?'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579806880944374643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RgyhzNNze8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4w0bfSuAQGY/s72-c/DSC00667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628407235197349511.post-5893514979400326513</id><published>2007-02-20T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:29:44.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RdrOCXcwcCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/z1HwG9ZrRaE/s1600-h/200px-Starbucks_Coffee_Logo.svg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RdrOCXcwcCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/z1HwG9ZrRaE/s200/200px-Starbucks_Coffee_Logo.svg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033562073589641250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year for lent I have decided to give up two of my favorite things, starbucks and candy.  It is going to be pretty hard since I have an addiction both.  I am ashamed to say that I can be seen most mornings at the starbucks on calgary trail and 34th waiting for my triple venti non fat no whip sugar free cinnamon dolce latte... it will be hard stop, I'll have to resort to drinking the weak bland coffee from the work coffee pot...sick.  But I'm pretty certain I can do it, and on the plus side it will be a nice break on my bank account. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RdrNJXcwcAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NwCFYWdP2lo/s1600-h/jrscreamingsours-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RdrNJXcwcAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NwCFYWdP2lo/s200/jrscreamingsours-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033561094337097730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The candy on the other hand will be a challenge on a whole other level, I love candy.  My candy of choice...sour gummies, namely jolly rancher screamin' sours.  I usually have at least on bag a week, they're just so good, my mouth is watering just thinking about them now, I haven't really come up with a strategy on how I'm going to go a whole month with out them, or any candy for that matter I guess just take it one day at a time...after all Jesus went for 40 days without any food so I'm pretty sure I can go without candy for that long.&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else giving something up?  Or have you in the past?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628407235197349511-5893514979400326513?l=jocelyntamara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/feeds/5893514979400326513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628407235197349511&amp;postID=5893514979400326513' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/5893514979400326513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/5893514979400326513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/2007/02/fat-tuesday.html' title='fat tuesday'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579806880944374643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RdrOCXcwcCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/z1HwG9ZrRaE/s72-c/200px-Starbucks_Coffee_Logo.svg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628407235197349511.post-4905454881779450707</id><published>2007-01-14T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T17:47:07.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The snooze button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RawtCng0Z_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/G5CAdO88hOM/s1600-h/DSC00559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RawtCng0Z_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/G5CAdO88hOM/s200/DSC00559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020437207600883698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I set my alarm for 6:30 and I end up pushing snooze until 7:00, I can't help it, I'm addicted.  My number one new years resolution this year was to not use snooze...it worked for one day and the next morning I went right back to it.  I feel like I have tried everything I can think of.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RawtMHg0aAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/--RUzotII74/s1600-h/DSC00560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RawtMHg0aAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/--RUzotII74/s200/DSC00560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020437370809640962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I tried setting my alarm for 6:00 but I still ended up sleeping till 7:00.  I moved my alarm clock across the room so I have to get out of bed to turn it off, but then I didn't wake up at all because I couldn't hear the buzzer.  I even went to bed at 8:30 one night last week but it didn't seem to make a difference in the morning.  I need help, does anyone have some advice for a desperate snooze addict?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628407235197349511-4905454881779450707?l=jocelyntamara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/feeds/4905454881779450707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628407235197349511&amp;postID=4905454881779450707' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/4905454881779450707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/4905454881779450707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/2007/01/snooze-button.html' title='The snooze button'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579806880944374643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RawtCng0Z_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/G5CAdO88hOM/s72-c/DSC00559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628407235197349511.post-4186694650129676953</id><published>2006-12-16T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:04:56.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festivus cancelled due to bad weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RYW3G4CKdBI/AAAAAAAAACs/QrIMnNC1dys/s1600-h/snowroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RYW3G4CKdBI/AAAAAAAAACs/QrIMnNC1dys/s320/snowroad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009611489268102162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year around Christmas my best friend Chelsea and I celebrate festivus.  We usually go and see a movie and then go out for dinner, or something to that effect.  This year we had big plans for festivus, we were going to take it on the road!  The idea was to go to Calgary for the weekend, do some shopping, see the mountains and maybe go out for a night on the town.  However this did not happen due to the horrible road conditions on highway 2, we were stuck in Edmonton.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RYXIGICKdCI/AAAAAAAAADE/MQdd3fs7CJk/s1600-h/winter-sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RYXIGICKdCI/AAAAAAAAADE/MQdd3fs7CJk/s320/winter-sucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009630168080872482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much control winter has over our lives, it's ridiculous.  Here are the top 5 things I hate about winter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am always cold!  I'm convinced my core body temperature drops drastically in september and doesn't raise back up again until may.&lt;br /&gt;2. My hair gets extremely staticky and is constantly sticking to my face.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hardly ever see sunlight, I leave home in the morning when it's dark and get off work when the sun has already gone down.&lt;br /&gt;4. I usually have a cold throughout the whole season (i've been on antibiotics twice so far this year).&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't remember or even imagine what summer is like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628407235197349511-4186694650129676953?l=jocelyntamara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/feeds/4186694650129676953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628407235197349511&amp;postID=4186694650129676953' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/4186694650129676953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/4186694650129676953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/2006/12/festivus-cancelled-due-to-bad-weather.html' title='Festivus cancelled due to bad weather'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579806880944374643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RYW3G4CKdBI/AAAAAAAAACs/QrIMnNC1dys/s72-c/snowroad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628407235197349511.post-6060988312605650739</id><published>2006-12-14T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:49:10.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so frustrated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RYIa-wEMGSI/AAAAAAAAACI/mBkSVKB5iLo/s1600-h/a84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RYIa-wEMGSI/AAAAAAAAACI/mBkSVKB5iLo/s320/a84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008595400946096418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I brought my car into the mechanic yeasterday.  There were two things wrong with it.  The first was my left rear signal light stopped working...it stopped working about 7 months ago and this is the 4th time I have brought it in to be fixed, everytime it breaks again the next day.  The second problem was with my pasanger seat, it some how managed to become stuck all the way forward so that who ever sits in it has thier knees in their chin (by the way, this same problem happend about a year ago as well).  So I go to pick up my car tonight after work and I see that nothing has been done to fix the seat!  They messed around with the driver seat, moving it all the way back and reclining it completly but the one right next to it that is jammed all the way up to the glove box was not touched...JEEZE!  I'm just waiting for my signal light to give out again tomorrow.  Are all mechainics this useless or is it just mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628407235197349511-6060988312605650739?l=jocelyntamara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/feeds/6060988312605650739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628407235197349511&amp;postID=6060988312605650739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/6060988312605650739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/6060988312605650739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-so-frustrated.html' title='I&apos;m so frustrated...'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579806880944374643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RYIa-wEMGSI/AAAAAAAAACI/mBkSVKB5iLo/s72-c/a84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628407235197349511.post-1774900149895099125</id><published>2006-12-08T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:10:34.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Rapids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXpTm3qTJnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IKCicCx8qw8/s1600-h/november2006+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXpTm3qTJnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IKCicCx8qw8/s320/november2006+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006405863017227890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I know I've already been home from my trip for a few days but I thought some people might be interested in hearing a little about it.  For those of you who don't know I recently spent a week in Grand Rapids visiting my good friend Meghan Mast who goes to school at Calvin College.  I spent some time with Meg at her school, going to some classes with her, hanging out at some of her favorite spots around town and getting to know her friends  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXpVXXqTJqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O6wk467vElQ/s1600-h/november2006+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXpVXXqTJqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O6wk467vElQ/s320/november2006+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006407795752511138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (here I am with her good friends Sherri and Eddie).  However I have to say the highlight of the trip was spending the weekend in Chicago.  It was quite a bit different than I expected it to be, it was VERY dirty (I almost stepped on a drug needle on the sidewalk), but very cool.  We went to the art institute which had some amazing exhibits and rad paintings, including American Gothic, it was really neat to see in person. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXpYkXqTJrI/AAAAAAAAABc/JEGoO0OK2QA/s1600-h/1833+American+Gothic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXpYkXqTJrI/AAAAAAAAABc/JEGoO0OK2QA/s200/1833+American+Gothic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006411317625693874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We did some shopping on Michigan avenue where I got some of my Christmas shopping done.  But I think the coolest thing that we saw while in Chicago was the Oprah building, it was pretty exciting to be at the spot where the Oprah Winfrey show is made.  Hopefully one day I'll have the opportunity to actually get inside and see a show.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXpfZXqTJtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sJCFzgxzQi4/s1600-h/november2006+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXpfZXqTJtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sJCFzgxzQi4/s320/november2006+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006418825228527314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628407235197349511-1774900149895099125?l=jocelyntamara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/feeds/1774900149895099125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628407235197349511&amp;postID=1774900149895099125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/1774900149895099125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/1774900149895099125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/2006/12/grand-rapids.html' title='Grand Rapids'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579806880944374643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXpTm3qTJnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IKCicCx8qw8/s72-c/november2006+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628407235197349511.post-8730130958694416995</id><published>2006-12-05T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:02:50.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinta Claas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXX2LSIXZGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NsUttMKj1fU/s1600-h/pepernoten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXX2LSIXZGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NsUttMKj1fU/s320/pepernoten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005177234598093922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sinta Claas day everyone!  I can't believe that it's already here.  I have to say though that this year Sinta Claas day is a bit of a bummer for me, I am currently sitting in the Chicago airport waiting for 4 hours until my flight to edmonton leaves so I can finally get home.  This year there will be no Sinter Clause for me, no tie tie cookies, no Zwaarte Piet, and no Pepernoten, not even a lump of coal in my houten schoen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628407235197349511-8730130958694416995?l=jocelyntamara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/feeds/8730130958694416995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628407235197349511&amp;postID=8730130958694416995' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/8730130958694416995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628407235197349511/posts/default/8730130958694416995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyntamara.blogspot.com/2006/12/sinta-claas-day.html' title='Sinta Claas Day'/><author><name>jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579806880944374643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B01V4aaHus/RXX2LSIXZGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NsUttMKj1fU/s72-c/pepernoten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
