<?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-1399867572268653182</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:10:41.305-07:00</updated><category term='renovating'/><category term='career'/><category term='school'/><category term='Busy life'/><title type='text'>Life as a student, mother and wife</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a student, mother and wife.  I love all three and wouldn't feel complete without them.  They all make me grow each and every day.  Join me as I learn and vent.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-2390761699780597466</id><published>2009-04-28T08:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:12:52.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle Hands</title><content type='html'>So today is a decently filled up day. We've got:&lt;br /&gt;Speech Therapy this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-employment skill testing this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Soccer, Meet the Coach night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to bad. Hopefully the summer stays like this, and hopefully the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-employment skill testing goes well. I find that when I'm not busy I might actually become counter-productive. When I had a full-time job, my house was always spotless and the laundry was always complete. Now, the house isn't always as spotless as I would like and the laundry is also never 'all done'. I think it's the idea that I can just do it tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I have nothing to do then either. It could also be that days and days would go by where the only thing I did was clean.&lt;br /&gt;It does seem like things could be worse, but I long for the days when I could be part of a team and accomplish the impossible (and then be rewarded with cake in the boardroom!). I really really hope to find some sort of decent employment where I can utilize my previously gained skill set as well as advance in my career. I really do, I don't just say that to sound fancy, it is truly what I want. Well, wish me good luck on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-employment skill test!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-2390761699780597466?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/2390761699780597466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/2390761699780597466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/idle-hands.html' title='Idle Hands'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-6945155431261905577</id><published>2009-04-27T12:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:37:56.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.D.</title><content type='html'>S.A.D, seasonal affectiveness disorder :( When you live in the great white north this becomes a very real issue. Now why would someone decide to talk about this at the end of April? Well...the SNOW has begun falling again. I have snow covering my deck, there was snow on my car this morning, and it looks like it might snow again. That is why someone might talk about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=S.A.D%20%28seasonal%20affectiveness%20disorder%29"&gt;1. S.A.D (seasonal affectiveness disorder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a certain seasonal has dragged on too long and you become sluggish and you lose motivation to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;man, winter is WAY too long. i don't feel like doing anything...even masturbating. it's quite sad that i have S.A.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I could have and probably should have chose a little more detailed/scientific/less hilarious description of S.A.D. but this one shines a light on how I feel about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it would be necessary for me to hit the dr. up for some meds/uppers (or would it?). I just honestly don't want to do fuck all after getting up again this morning and seeing snow. I'm not 'distancing' myself from my friends and family, I just put all my winter jackets away and would freeze on the way to visit them. Simple stuff really.&lt;br /&gt;Now besides my extreme annoyance by people who blame everything on their depression, I think that S.A.D. can be dealt with fairly easily. Now let me clarify as to not offend anyone who has actually suffered from clinical depression. I, as well as most people, have had to deal with a lot of shit in my life. As a matter of fact, for the last few days (maybe couple of weeks) I have been in one bad ass f'in mood. No matter what I do I wake up every morning and just want to punch someone right in the nose. Now, I 'm sure if I went to the doctor he would hook me up with some uppers (good times...) but instead I've decided to change a few things in my life before looking for an excuse to whine all the time. I've committed myself to hitting the gym for a full 10 hours this week. I cleaned out the Tupperware drawer (I'm sure this will pull my husband out of his funk too, lol) I began my summer novels, and have actually finished 3 already. Plus, I'm getting all tanned up before our holiday! All of this is good because my doctor isn't really the kind to just pass out prescriptions.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways to continue whining about people who whine too much. (?) Ya!!! We are going on a holiday, who has the right to complain when they are about to go on a holiday? Oh, people who are depressed and under-privileged, and whom the world is out to get, that's who? Well...yes we are going on a holiday. Which is paid for by our airmiles :) And we will be staying with relatives all but maybe 2 nights. I'm in the midst of looking for a job and being on the other side of the country for 2 weeks might ruin all the leads I have right now. Plus our utility bills are just getting BIGGER, and daycare costs have skyrocketed AND my fiance won't be 'busy' at work for a couple of months AND his bonus just got cut in half. Wow, my life is the pits right now :( Oh, and don't forget the snow! booo....&lt;br /&gt;My point is that pills should not be handed out and people should be taught better life skills. Someone very close to me was recently going through a divorce and without a job she went to our dr. (we share) and he told her to go for a walk 5 times a week, and maybe try yoga. After a couple weeks of this if she still wasn't sleeping right and eating ok he would then consider prescribing her something. Case in point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-6945155431261905577?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/6945155431261905577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/6945155431261905577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad.html' title='S.A.D.'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-7023329483968150585</id><published>2009-04-25T12:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:07:06.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...a Saturday spent in the library studying.  I'm pretty sure that my brain cannot hold anymore information, it is a physical impossibility so I move over to the nearest computer, hook myself up with some good old urban dictionary for shits and giggles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=study"&gt;4. study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointless action of overworking the brain, memorizing information to find the test has none of that information on it&lt;br /&gt;study or write entries for urbandictionary, either way you'll fail. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was a good ol' confidence booster if I do say so.&lt;br /&gt;It's true though, if you didn't pick up any of the information during class you're sure as hell not going to suddenly know what the F was happening because you decided to head to the library and 'study'.  (Head over to Urban Dictionary using the link, tooo funny.  Maybe it's not TOO funny, maybe it's the stress/lack of functioning brain cells that's had me peeing in my pants.)&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is on, I have 1 hour until this exam.  The good news...never again will this information ever be used.  Downside to this...I paid good money on tuition and texts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-7023329483968150585?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/7023329483968150585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/7023329483968150585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-8699649144509945015</id><published>2009-04-24T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:02:15.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Exams</title><content type='html'>I have a final exam this fine Friday afternoon, and then one tomorrow, aka Saturday.  It's fricken stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying the past few days...and I don't feel like I know anything.  This always happens and it's usually about a 50/50 chance that I actually don't know anything.  Meh, we'll see how it all goes.  I just have so much on my mind right now that last night I actually felt like my brain was full.  It literally felt that my head was crammed full.  So I closed the books and watched Fox and The Hound.  It was A-mazing.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that has been keeping me going these past few days is that after tomorrow it will be a very very long time before I ever see and exam hall again.  Thank you Jesus!  Sad but true and those of you who have never been able to enjoy those period in a semester...don't judge me.  It's tough shit. &lt;br /&gt;Well...obviously my brain is full and I've got limited time so I should get going.  Enjoy your Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-8699649144509945015?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/8699649144509945015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/8699649144509945015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-exams.html' title='Friday Exams'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-3299032005966272006</id><published>2009-04-23T12:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:47:30.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Childcare</title><content type='html'>I try to raise my son thinking first of him and then of the money that it will cost me to raise him.  Usually this makes decision easier, but not this time.&lt;br /&gt;This year I was a full-time student with no job.  It was a little difficult but nothing to serious but now I've been informed that my daycare cost are about to increase by $500 per month.  Well...now money has suddenly become an ugly issue staring me in the face.   I don't want to pull him out of his daycare but HOLY SHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;The grand plan was for me to find either part-time of full-time work, whichever I fancied when the opportunity came along for the summer.  Then depending on how the summer went, either go back to school full-time or part-time, just kinda play it by ear. &lt;br /&gt;The problem becomes...if I don't find a good full-time right away I am going to have to yank my son out of daycare.  Problem? a) I have to give one month  b) Then I have no childcare  c) My boys gone to the daycare his entire life&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when all options seem like the wrong option with possible crippling side effects.  I also don't like having to think about money when it comes to the boy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we are leaving on holidays for the first half of May so I have to pay these huge fees to only possibly have the boy there for 10 days! It works out to be about $75/day. Sweet. &lt;br /&gt;So, what's the plan currently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to job interview scheduled for this afternoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up cheap bottle of wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consume cheap bottle of wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.  I have finals for the next two days, whoop whoop!  I can't barely think straight as it is let alone cram a shit load of information into my skull. Fuck My Life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-3299032005966272006?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/3299032005966272006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/3299032005966272006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/childcare.html' title='Childcare'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-4425031707466933445</id><published>2009-04-22T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:34:36.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When did life become so adult?</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to really get into this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggin&lt;/span&gt; deal for a bunch of reasons, the following is an example of why:&lt;br /&gt;Today is just another usual bullshit day in my life.  We own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ATV's&lt;/span&gt;, and we sold my fiance's quad so we could get a nice one for me!  I'm bitchy from the moment I wake up today which is kind of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prerogative&lt;/span&gt;.  The only thing is...I'm not the kind of completely spoiled bitch who can't spit out one nice thing on the day I'm getting a spiffy ATV (we call them quads up here).&lt;br /&gt;Then I come home and check my emails, blah blah blah...click here link to this link to that....and then wham-E, a group titled, "When did life become so adult?".&lt;br /&gt;That is the sole reason for my bitch fest all day.  We had a huge wad of cash I've been holding onto forever (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, 5 days) but fuck was it ever burning a hole in my pocket.  Actually not even a hole in my pocket, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; big I didn't know what else to do with it then stick it in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ziploc&lt;/span&gt; bag.  I just wanted to spend it randomly on shiny things that caught my eye. Oh how delightful that would be!&lt;br /&gt;So in the past 15 minutes I have decided that summing up all these random thoughts about how fucked up being a grown up is into a nice little list would make things better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interest on money borrowed from the bank=bullshit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cost of gasoline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cost of living aka utilities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money does not, i repeat, does not grow on trees (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; I am more aware of this than others)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still bitter about having to put new tires on my vehicle that only has 50,000km&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had to pay for said tires from the money I had SAVED for my vacation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being able to spend all money in my possession all willy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nilly&lt;/span&gt;, double fuck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;please note-this is just a list from the last several minutes, and it's been a long bitch ass day so we'll see how this goes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then to top it all off, my fiance who drug me around all day looking for a new ATV, even after I told him I don't care too much, tells me he's going to go wash it.  Not a big deal you say? Well he made supper when we got home as I checked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;voice mails&lt;/span&gt; and did laundry etc.  Did he clean up the kitchen? Did he ensure there wasn't food left out for the cat and the dog to get into while we were gone? NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I come home to want appears to be the cat (maybe the dog?) having  destroyed the kitchen table, ate food of the counter, coffee spilt all over the hardwood flooring! FUCK!  I clean it all up, I've still got laundry to try and get done so I can go to a couple of job interviews tomorrow, two finals left this week, and god damn I'm still bitchy.  I'm racing around like a mad lady trying to get this all done and then he calls me.....to discuss how he plans on organizing the garage tomorrow.  He works 15 on, 6 off.  He just finished his 6 days off yesterday and you know what he did for those 6 days? organized the garage.  Our garage is organized!! It is neat and tidy all the time.  He makes a mess and then cleans it over and over again.  Yet he cannot rinse 3 plates and put them in the dishwasher?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When did life become so adult?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when did I turn into one of those women who bitch about their husbands all the time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-4425031707466933445?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/4425031707466933445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/4425031707466933445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-did-life-become-so-adult.html' title='When did life become so adult?'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-8354137301538153342</id><published>2009-04-21T18:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:47:57.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annoying Professor</title><content type='html'>I had a term paper due back in the beginning of  March.&lt;br /&gt;I handed said term paper in; at the end of the class, just like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;'The Annoying Professor' doesn't have mine to hand back to me at the end of the last day of classes.  He asks me to stay afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;He asks me when I handed it in, if I handed it into the big pile or the little pile (?).  He tells me he just assumes that some people didn't hand their's in. &lt;br /&gt;So I ask him, "why wouldn't I hand one in?"&lt;br /&gt;He says he doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry but trying not to yell so....I say, "well I'll just run down to the library and print it off, and if I don't have access to it at school here, I'll run home and email it to you and then bring a hardcopy to your office tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;He says, "OK"&lt;br /&gt;I turn to walk away and he says, "ya know, I just don't understand how I would have lost it."&lt;br /&gt;note: he lost 2 other students papers (out of a class of 25) and he had them for almost 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm pissed.  I turn on my heel and say, "I do well on all of my other assignment in this class and the rest of them, I come everyday and sit at the front of the class, why one earth would I not hand in a term paper worth 30% of my mark?"&lt;br /&gt;He still doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;I say, "You don't know becuase it doesn't make any sense, I handed it in and you misplaced it.  You'll have a copy within the next hour."&lt;br /&gt;That was that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-8354137301538153342?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/8354137301538153342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/8354137301538153342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/annoying-professor.html' title='The Annoying Professor'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-1811354205965634740</id><published>2009-04-09T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:24:41.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BBC's top 100 novels of all time</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone's heard of or seen this. The BBC put out a list regarding the top novels of all time. I've been really stumped about what novels to read lately so I figure this is a great starting off point. If it's been bolded I've read it. This will be a work in progress. Since I like 'to-do' lists and usually bang those things off maybe this will go the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I probably will never read Tolkien or Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note#2: At first glance I've only read #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="lordoftherings"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a name="prejudice"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a name="darkmaterials"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="hitchhikers"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a name="goblet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a name="mockingbird"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a name="winnie"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a name="1984"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a name="wardrobe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a name="janeeyre"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a name="catch22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catch-22, Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a name="wuthering"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a name="birdsong"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;a name="rebecca"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;a name="catcher"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;a name="willows"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;a name="expectations"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great Expectations, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;a name="littlewomen"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Women, Louisa May Alcott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;a name="mandolin"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;a name="warandpeace"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;a name="gonewiththewind"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="philosophers"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="chamber"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="azkaban"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="hobbit"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;a name="tess"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;a name="middle"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Middlemarch, George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;a name="prayer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;a name="grapes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;a name="alice"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;a name="story"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;a name="one"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;a name="pillars"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;a name="david"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David Copperfield, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;a name="charlie"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;a name="treasure"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;a name="townlikealice"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;a name="persuasion"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Persuasion, Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;a name="dune"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dune, Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;a name="emma"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma, Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;a name="anne"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;a name="watership"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watership Down, Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;a name="greatgatsby"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;a name="count"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;a name="brideshead"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;a name="animalfarm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Animal Farm, George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;a name="carol"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;a name="far"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;a name="goodnight"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;a name="shell"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;a name="garden"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;a name="mice"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;a name="stand"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Stand, Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;a name="anna"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;a name="suit"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;a name="bfg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BFG, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;a name="swallows"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;a name="blackbeauty"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black Beauty, Anna Sewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;a name="artemis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;a name="crime"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;a name="noughts"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;a name="geisha"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;a name="twocities"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;a name="thornbirds"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;a name="mort"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mort, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;a name="faraway"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;a name="magus"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Magus, John Fowles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;a name="goodomens"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;a name="guards"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;a name="flies"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lord Of The Flies, William Golding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;a name="perfume"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perfume, Patrick Süskind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;a name="ragged"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;a name="nightwatch"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night Watch, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;a name="matilda"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matilda, Roald Dahl7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a name="bridget"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;a name="secret"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Secret History, Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;a name="woman"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;a name="ulysses"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ulysses, James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;a name="bleak"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bleak House, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;a name="double"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;a name="twits"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Twits, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;a name="castle"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;a name="holes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holes, Louis Sachar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;a name="gormenghast"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;a name="smallthings"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;a name="vicky"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;a name="brave"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brave New World, Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;a name="comfort"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;a name="magician"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Magician, Raymond E Feist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;a name="road"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On The Road, Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;a name="godfather"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Godfather, Mario Puzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;a name="clan"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;a name="colour"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;a name="alchemist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;a name="katherine"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katherine, Anya Seton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;a name="kane"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;a name="cholera"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;a name="girls"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;a name="princess"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;a name="midnight"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-1811354205965634740?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/1811354205965634740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/1811354205965634740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/bbcs-top-100-novels-of-all-time.html' title='BBC&apos;s top 100 novels of all time'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-7943261201626273457</id><published>2009-04-06T18:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:34:38.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's got a case of the Mondays :(</title><content type='html'>Ok worst day in a long time and here's how it played out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get up, get ready and head to the post office. I hate the mail as it usually brings bills but I'm sure my books I ordered are in. Get there and they are not but my box is full...of bills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drive to the daycare to find out that my sons room is at the park. This park is the largest park in the city. Since the sign says that they won't be back for an hour I figure they are at the playground. We get back in the car and drive to the nearest entrance. I see the daycare group half way between my car and....the daycare, heading in the opposite direction. Nice. So we get out and run! I'm wearing dress shoes (brand new to boot) my son's in full winter gear plus rubber boots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had big plans to drink a starbucks coffee this fine Monday morning as I do every Monday morning.(My way of saving during the recession) This plan is ruined because I have a meeting with my advisor in ten minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My advisor talks, and talks and talks. Fiance is waiting in the parking lot to take me for a quick bite to eat. Then when I finally think she can't possibly have anything else to say she lets me know that fees are going up in the fall. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot my sons bedding for daycare so my fiance and I plan to drive home during his lunch break to get it. (He works out of town alot so when he's home when spend as much time as possible together) We go home, I make myself a coffee, we leave. We get back to the daycare/college parking lot and realize...we don't have the effin bedding. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After class I pick up the boy, we drive home. I give him a sucker in the car, nice mom thing to do, right? Nope, he chokes I panic he throws up everywhere. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We get home I clean up vomit, and open previously mentioned bills. Our home insurance is due :( The final bill for the carpet installation is in and it's 25% more than quoted. Nice. I check the phone and the stupid garage door company that fixed our garage door and still hasn't sent my an invoice for it, left a msg wanting payment. WTF???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was Monday :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-7943261201626273457?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/7943261201626273457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/7943261201626273457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/somebodys-got-case-of-mondays.html' title='Somebody&apos;s got a case of the Mondays :('/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-4271450758707063514</id><published>2009-04-05T13:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:47:02.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Staycation</title><content type='html'>2009-The year it became cool to be thrifty, and for this I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've convinced my fiance to sell our holiday trailer at the beginning of the season and we will get a new one at the end of season (cheap). So what will we do alllllll summer long? Well last summer was the first where I had my own yard and garden. I spent so much time and effort getting it all beautiful and then...we went camping. So to answer the previously mentioned question;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer we will have a staycation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds exciting, right? Well today I'm surfing the web and of course am bombarded by pages regarding how to be thrifty and eco-conscience. I came across this article, &lt;a href="http://green.sympatico.msn.ca/green-living-online-article.aspx?cp-documentid=932378"&gt;8 Rules for a Successful Staycation&lt;/a&gt;. I'm thinking this is going to change my life! Then I read it and realize that I focus on all of this everyday (with a few exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change your routine (this is one of the exceptions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unplug-maybe it's from my days as a receptionist but I ignore phones all the time. I can actually feel my skin curdle when one rings and I'm somewhat busy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skip the chores-weekly I personally declare an evening to do nothing, I still read and do schoolwork. (just only what I want to do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat out-I'm blaming this on my fiance, we eat out a lot. We cook alot, but we both have busy schedules during the week and the young lad needs to be fed regularly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend some time with nature-as mentioned previously, I do this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a local tourist-we also do this, if there's something going on in the area you can consider us there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pamper yourself-guilty as charged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relax-this one is a little more subjective than the rest. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So a staycation it is! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-4271450758707063514?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/4271450758707063514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/4271450758707063514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/staycation.html' title='Staycation'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-1551733091072518044</id><published>2009-04-04T14:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:10:10.517-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Writing without a background in liberal arts</title><content type='html'>I love books, I absolutely love them. When I get bigger I want to be a writer. I considered myself a writer until my prof's starting marking my papers. What do they know? I've found it's the professors in the sciences that are jerks, and the arts prof's that are absolutely amazing. Maybe that's why all of sudden I want to be an english major. Which is weird considering that I have always thought I was going to live the corporate life. So where do I go from here you may ask. It's really simple actually, and is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Obtain business degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Obtain lucrative career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Obtain MBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Obtain liberal arts degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have some holes but it's there, and now that I've written it down it truly exist. &lt;a href="http://www.virtualsalt.com/libarted.htm"&gt;This is a great article on a liberal arts education. &lt;/a&gt;Please look over 'VI' carefully. Happy, a liberal arts education will make you happy. That is just fantastic. Where has my liberal arts education been during all these hard times? According to previously mentioned list, I will be able to fully comment on the level of truth involved in this statement in approximately twenty years, please check back then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-1551733091072518044?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/1551733091072518044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/1551733091072518044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-books-i-absolutely-love-them.html' title='Writing without a background in liberal arts'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-7036671485994396611</id><published>2009-04-04T08:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:09:23.465-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy life'/><title type='text'>April is Upon Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;April, it's only the fourth day but even thinking about all the things I need/want to get done:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son is 3 and a half and this year will be the first in which I allow him to decorate easter eggs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Semester ends, finals begin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Register for spring classes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Register for summer classes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to convince my doctor that I need to be heavily sedated for my first plane trip, which is at the beginning of May.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my entire families shit together so we can go visit my in-laws.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begin the cleanup of the yard (if this god forsaken snow ever melts)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Install the hardwood in the master bedroom which is soooo much more difficult than it sounds (various reasons for this, mainly having my haven torn apart and allowing my fiance and his sweaty beer drinking friends into it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get everything straightened out as to what, if any, preschool we can get the boy into. (All of this will more than likely lead to me needing to re-arrange my fall classes and finding new part-time childcare)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dump everything on the external hard-drive onto the newly revamped laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get photos printed to give to my mother-in-law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a massage becuase it has been.......2 months.....since the last one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone will need a hair cut before the trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-7036671485994396611?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/7036671485994396611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/7036671485994396611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-is-upon-us.html' title='April is Upon Us'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399867572268653182.post-5283674461280153274</id><published>2009-03-31T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:27:15.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning; giving a bitch an outlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Justifying spending what little time I have left blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My goal for 2009 was to keep a journal. So I could look back and remember where all the time has gone. I think when I realized that it was the last day in March this morning was when I decided that this needs to change. Since I failed miserably at the journal I'm hoping that maybe a blog will work out better. This seems reasonable since I manage to keep facebook up to date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a daily basis I find myself pissed at how stupid people and/or their situations are.  I vent to my fiance he only acts like he's listening.  I wouldn't vent to my friends cause I know how much people who never have nice things to say drive ME f'in cRaZy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have alot of thoughtful opinions on life, love, family, education, careers, politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lOvE writing, absolutely love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes when my fiance's gone and I'm at home alone I find myself writing a few pages in an unnamed word document and then closing without saving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Hopfully other people will read this (fingers crossed) and have advise to give on the broad array of topics I will cover/vent about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399867572268653182-5283674461280153274?l=lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/5283674461280153274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399867572268653182/posts/default/5283674461280153274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeasastudentmotherandwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/beginning.html' title='The Beginning; giving a bitch an outlet'/><author><name>Jacklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165339703320226915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tpo78nPlkj8/SdjPfeF9RFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uew6-bb5B1o/S220/2008_07240087.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
