<?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-116691022967545644</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:51:45.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxx &amp; Janelle Twinsainity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-8389822581659808007</id><published>2010-06-29T17:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:51:22.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Minded Couples. . . no thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;So Maxx turns 50 in a few years &amp;amp; since I'm currently doing a medical study where I'm locked up all weekend that gives me hours on end to think of random things (like writing this blog).  Last weekend I thought that if Maxx &amp;amp; I really focus &amp;amp; start being a little smarter w/ our money &amp;amp; get out of a lot of our debt (which thank goodness isn't THAT bad), then we could maybe take a dream vacation for his 50th.  Now those of you that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;know us know that we have a long list of things to take care of but 3 years is a pretty long time &amp;amp; I'm optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we've talked about hanging out in hammocks on the beach before I never actually thought it would be a vacation that we would take ever.  We've seriously considered Disney before but 50 deserves something a little more relaxing than Disney.  Tropics it is!  So I start googling.  Now all I know about planning a vacation is this: you have to plan them.  Anytime Maxx &amp;amp; I have gone anywhere it's always been pretty much planned out for us to where all we have to do is get there.  So thinking about an actual vacation is a little mind boggling to me not only because of the actual planning part but because I have absolutely no idea about where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I didn't think about planning vacations 20 years ago as that would have caused extreme stress for a 10 year old.  I probably would have dug up all the brochures from McDonalds in Branson &amp;amp; we would be thinking about spending a week w/ the Baldknobbers eating at Mike's Mexican Restaurant.  But when you're 10 you also don't think oh in 20 years I won't have to worry about planning a vacation cause we'll have the internet and it'll be a lot easier.  At least I didn't think that.  Maybe I'll start telling kids I know that they don't have to worry about planning a vacation because in 20 years there will be something way cool that we can't even imagine yet something with a name like SpinEarth that kicks the internet's butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have friends whom between them have been to several different tropical locations so I start there.  Now to me if I'm going with my husband on an island vacation &amp;amp; we don't have kids I don't really want to be around kids.  This seemingly should be an easy task to accomplish except for most of the resorts I was coming upon were 'family friendly'.  I love kids, but if I'm on vacation I do not picture waking up at 6 am to the sounds of screaming 5 year olds running down the hall to the pool.  Nor do I want to have to worry about waking up someone's 2 year old when Maxx &amp;amp; I are getting back from dancing till 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I envision my vacation like is sleeping till 9:30 ordering room service for breakfast consisting of Eggs Benedict, Mimosa's, and a variety of mango, papaya, and pineapple that we eat on our balcony overlooking the ocean.  We would then make our way down to the beach and bask in the sun on our hammock till lunch.  On my vacation everyone is just tan enough that their skin looks like it's embedded with gold.  The men all wear light linen pants &amp;amp; women are dressed in airy sundresses.  Feet are encased sprightly in flip-flops until the evening dance party when everyone changes into a more fitting evening attire still with the most slinky &amp;amp; sheer island feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to trying to find a resort.  Since I'm having no luck I decide to shoot for 'Adult Resorts' while googling.  The first several I come across are targeted to spring breakers.  Another thing that I would highly despise on vacation is being surrounded by hundreds of barely legal kids doing cannon balls 24/7.  Finally I think I hit the jackpot.  I find a couple resorts which are both adult only &amp;amp; don't cater to the spring breakers.  As I'm reading the descriptions I come to the point that states they have a secluded nude beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm big on people being naked, but don't get naked in front of me.  I have absolutely zero desire to get nude in the presence of a couple hundred strangers.  If you wanna get naked then by all means run around the house nude, sunbathe in your backyard where you're protected by a privacy fence, heck even get naked in the shower for all I care!  You know that if you're naked in front of strangers then they're gonna be talking about peoples nakedness.  And they're not even going to be talking about the things that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; they would be.  It's going to be things like "Did you see how much hair that guy had between his shoulder blades? Gross" or "Look you can't tell if that lady's mole is a mole or a bad tattoo of Elvis."  No thanks I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is it bad enough that they have a nude beach it then goes on to say that these resorts have nightly activities for 'like minded couples'.  That kinda made me throw up a little in my mouth.  First of all 'like minded' is not a term that can be used without sounding redundant.  You don't say "I go to Church with like minded people" or "I workout with like minded women"  If I were to tell you that Maxx &amp;amp; I were going on a double date with our best friends who are like minded as us I give you full permission to think that we are swingers.  I might even wonder if we're swingers if I said that.  So you KNOW that that's what these resorts are gearing too.  Ahhhh!!!!  That's so wrong and disgusting, and even if there were a way to stay at one of these resorts while avoiding all the like-mindedness I wouldn't be able have dinner without worrying someone was going to talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be able to talk to people on vacation, in fact I'm hoping that if our best friends don't go with us then we'll meet some cool couple who have been there the previous 5 years and know all the in's and out's or the resort.  We'll have dinner with them 3 times during the week, but they won't be annoying like the couple Ben &amp;amp; Katie Jordan meet while in Italy in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Story of Us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By this point of my research I'm starting to think that maybe Disney would be relaxing enough.  Then I found my lifesaver a beautiful 4 star resort located on the sands of St. Lucia.  The allure of this particular resort includes it being all inclusive, adorned with hammocks, split into two wings one adult only &amp;amp; one family oriented, we can even fly out of Springfield!  That's unheard of &amp;amp; you know there won't be any swinger action going on if they have kids next door.  Plus it's a price that I believe in about 3 years Maxx &amp;amp; I might be able to afford.  (I know prices are going to change but I'm talking about a general idea.)  So now it's time to get busy and start saving.  Personally for me it's a lot easier to save towards a vacation in St. Lucia than it is to save to get our Grand Wagoneer back on the road but the car must be done first, soooo here we go wish us luck!  Hopefully soon you'll be seeing me drive the good old Woody again . . . but not in a swingerish way.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/116691022967545644-8389822581659808007?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/8389822581659808007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=8389822581659808007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/8389822581659808007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/8389822581659808007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-minded-couples-no-thanks.html' title='Like Minded Couples. . . no thanks!'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-2278598744283551155</id><published>2008-08-18T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:39:12.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it</title><content type='html'>It started with Monica letting me know that our high school class had a myspace page to try and get a reunion set up.  That meant I had to join myspace, then I had to join facebook for some reason that I no longer remember (even though it was just yesterday).  Now I can see the benefit of being on both sites to connect with old friends and whatnot.  But this morning I come up to check my e-mail and I have like 10 friend requests for facebook, which is great I like being friends.  So I add those and then it's like "hey you might know these people" so I add those people.  Then it's like "Joshua battled Kelly with his Torture Deamon the Third" WHAT?!?!?! WHY?!?!?  And it's a whole list, "Kelly fought back with her Ninja Princess"  I thought facebook was a little better than myspace because you didn't have all the "Can you beat my Disney Movie Quiz Score" things that take up 30 feet of your page.  But upon going to someone's page I see that they have a plethera of "gifts" and "fantasy characters" and other, I'm sorry but, crap.  So I'm a little confused.  Who has the time?  I mean really, it took me like an hour to add my friends and friends of friends, plus I had to look up the Golden Girls theme song on top of that.  I'm exhausted and still need to shower.  I think Noel said it best when he said "Yay!  Facebook sucks... it takes up time, connects you to friends you've lost long ago, and everything else.  I love it."  I'm possibly a little scared for myself, what if I get spun into the world of creating my own characters, and constantly updating my myspace mood and next thing I know it's 3 a.m. and I haven't taken the dog out to pee.  That would be a bad dream, like when you dream that you're getting ready for something and you can't find what you want to wear and then you totally miss out on whatever it was.  So I don't get it, and I don't think I want to get it.  By all means though please let me know when you have a baby, or move, or get married, but I don't need to know how much money you'd pay for me if I were your pet, or what kind of rockstar I am or any of the other usless things someone has taken time to create for other people to pass along.  I don't even want to take time to add songs to my myspace, or photos of my life.  It's my life, I'm Janelle, married to Maxx, have a dog Aspen, and work for myself.  There that's the just of it, if you want to talk e-mail me, or better yet call me.  Let's meet for coffee.  I'd much rather meet for coffee dressed up as a vampire and play Skip-bo than waste 2 hours battleing each other back and forth online as our "Demon Selfs".  On to happier thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wake up this morning and the coffee pot is still on and the coffee is still hot which is awesome.  Then for my second cup I have to microwave it, but I do it for too long so I have to put ice in it to cool it down.  I need my coffee at the perfect temp, I want it to be hot but not hot enough to burn my tongue and I want it to stay hot long enough to finish my whole cup (which is usually less time than it takes to smoke a cigeratte).  For some reason I need to have some cigeratte left after the coffee is gone, it's like my blankey of adulthood and very comforting to me.  I think they should make a programable coffee maker where you can enter in the temp you would like your coffee brewed at.  Say 101 degrees for instance.  It shouldn't be that hard to do, and I have no idea what 101 degree coffee would be like, that might be extremely hot to drink so I guess it would be a little trial and error, but none the less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-2278598744283551155?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/2278598744283551155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=2278598744283551155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/2278598744283551155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/2278598744283551155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-226197945898870045</id><published>2008-03-04T13:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:17:49.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Off to the BAHAMAS</title><content type='html'>I'm soooo freakin excited!!!  One of the fabulous perks of being a distributor with Slumber Parties is that anyone who reaches 65,000 in retail sales over the course of a year gets awarded with a wonderful cruise for two to the Bahamas. . . totally FREE!!!  I'm on course to getting this award next year and what a wonderful gift it will be.  I have my parties mapped out and my sales goals all set, and by looking at the numbers this is something that will be VERY EASY FOR ME TO OBTAIN.  I want to ask all of you to keep me in mind if you know someone getting married or need a gift for an anniversary, birthday or anything.  Maybe you know someone who just had a baby, why not get her a gift to pamper herself like our luxurious Slumber Bubbles, and some Body Dew after shower moisturizer.  We REALLY do have something for everyone.  Not to mention all the great lingerie that would be perfect for a bride to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Maxx and I are headed to New Orleans the first weekend in April for the Slumber Parties National Convention.  We'll be there for 4 days and based on my sales in 2007 I got convention credits to spend.  So starting May 1st 2008 I will have my own personal website, that's right I putting some of my credits to my own website which is normally $200/year.  But Slumber Parties is taking care of the cost for a year for me.  That means you'll be able to log on and order anything you want, pay with your credit/debit card and have the products delivered right to your door.  This year is off to a fantastic start and I can't wait for all the great things to come in the future!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-226197945898870045?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/226197945898870045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=226197945898870045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/226197945898870045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/226197945898870045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-off-to-bahamas.html' title='We&apos;re Off to the BAHAMAS'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-6575189845845148534</id><published>2007-12-15T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:42:10.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There are only a few things that make me mad in this world.  For one when I order a dollar chicken sandwich from McDonald's and specify Mayonnaise only and they proceed to give me a "double checked for accuracy" chicken sandwich with mayonnaise with lettuce.  But along with the other things that make me angry nothing is so big or massive that it's not worth laughing at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Although one thing which really upsets me is when people start their own blog and then go weeks even months without paying any attention to it.  Which is where I'm at.  I have totally ignored the story I had started which is about Maxx and myself and our wonderful life together.  And now it's almost Christmas, last entry Halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So to make up for this I'm going to let you all in on a few things I've learned while doing Christmas shopping this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. There are three classifications of parking spots.  We all know the Rock Star spot, the one that's right next to the door or at the front of the aisle.  Then there's the Future Rock Star spot these are mid range spots you get, don't worry you're still pretty good at the game of parking but there are those who have mastered it better.  And finally there's the State Fair Runner Up.  Most popular at Target, these spots are at the end of the lane.  Like the real thing these in some circumstances can be better than Rock Stars this is because with a State Fair Runner Up you don't have to worry about all the people surrounding your vehicle as you're backing out plus you get a little extra exercise  in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.  I LOVE Overstock.com.  Last year I bought Maxx and myself some clothing that was SUPER inexpensive so this year I decided to look again.  While I can't reveal my purchases at this time let me just say that I got $650 worth of gifts for less than $150.  And the items are the real deal they aren't knock offs or you don't get something that is a crap version of what you expected.  Plus they have EVERYTHING.  Okay maybe not the Wii that Monica and Ben just got but EVERYTHING else.  Definitely worth  looking into next year.  Plus  shipping is always $2.95 and like every other day around Christmas it's free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.  When doing online shopping you can save even more with coupon codes.  Now there are a lot of websites out there that "promise" to save you money, even the ones featured on the Today show suck bottles.  Most of them are badly designed and give you advertisements  instead of coupons.  But there's one that's the King of them all.  RetailMeNot.com is not only nicely designed but it's simple all you do is type in the website you're wanting a coupon for (like Sephora.com).  You're then shown the featured discounts that site is offering currently followed by coupons with their codes AS WELL AS the success rate of the coupon.  I've found that any coupon with a "green" success rate (above 60%) is pretty good to go.  Lower ratings are iffy but still worth trying.  Using this website I was able to save an additional $60 on my purchases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.  It's nice to get people things that fit their personality.  As Noel and Celeste mentioned Gifts.com has a personality profiler which is great.  I've found that if you search enough sites you will eventually find the ONE site that has the perfect gift.  (DISCLAIMER: The gifts you are about to read about are not the gifts being given so if you're a person mentioned I'm not spoiling it for you.)  Example:  I stumbled on the site PerpetualKid.com and upon browsing found numerous items I loved.  They had a really cool Bowling Clock which would be perfect for Jason and Humidor Cologne by Demeter which would be nice for Noel.  With just a little time I was able to find two great gifts with out having to do anything other than being patient until I found the right site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.  PerpetualKid.com got me wondering around the internet for other sites with unusual gifts.  I figured I could find something kitschy  and cool for everyone on our list.  So I started googleing things like "unique gifts".  Here's where I did something I'm not so proud of.  Although some sites came up that were worthy of my time I quickly realized that I was becoming addicted to the possibility of the next site having something really cool.  A couple of hours passed I was somewhere with a name like UncleBobsBarnofGagsGifts.com looking at the 20th Pooping Reindeer I had seen and realized I had crossed the thin line of looking for unique gifts and wasting my time on sites that had NOTHING I was going to be interested in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.  There's a simple way to tell you need to use your "back" button on the internet.  That is if you go to a site that has amongst their categories of products a section listed as Adult Novelties or Toys for Women.  It's not good.  You don't want to do your Christmas Shopping anywhere that sells an inflatable moose head, pooping reindeer, and vibrators all in one stop.  I made the mistake so you don't have too.  And to everyone on our Christmas list don't worry no presents were purchased from said sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.   Finally it's amazing all that I'm able to do this Christmas.  Labor Day weekend Maxx and I realized that we HAD to quit spending money on alcohol and going out.  Although we had said this many times we have really stuck to it.  With this change not only are we both SUPER productive now the blessings being given to us are amazing.  I am busier with parties than I've ever been.  Both November and December were great and I am booked every day in January that I'm not at the Dr's office with the exception of 3.  Plus my Saturdays are gone into March and I have parties into April.  This is only because we decided to stop ignoring our lives and start being honoring of the God Spirits that we are which is much easier done when you don't buy beer half the week.  Maxx is also busier at the salon and we're very much enjoying being at home with each other more often.  I'm glad we FINALLY made this much needed change in our lives and we would like to thank all of you who had prayed for us over the course of time.  Our lives are wonderful as are all of our family and friends.  This Holiday season the number one thing I've learned is that it's absolutely fantastic to be an adult be married to your best friend and love daily all of the wonderful things God and the Universe manifest into our lives.  Enjoy each other and please above all REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a wonderful Holiday and hopefully I'll write again before Memorial Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-6575189845845148534?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/6575189845845148534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=6575189845845148534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/6575189845845148534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/6575189845845148534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-long-time.html' title='In A Long Time'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-7430609917486096337</id><published>2007-09-28T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:27:41.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A note to non-enthusists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The following post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;originally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; aired on www.thegreengiants.com September 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;, 2007.  I enjoyed it so much I decided to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;Ctrl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; C" "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;Ctrl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; V" it to our blog.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; that's how you copy and paste.)  Being as I am the writer I hope no one tries to pin me with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.  For those of you who have read it a new one's on the way, for those of you who haven't there's still time to shop for a costume, or at the least start planning for next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The grand old time of year we like to call Halloween is quickly approaching and I would like to take a moment to address the rather small group of people who find it necessary to purchase a $10 t-shirt that says “I don’t do costumes”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I realize that you probably fall into a “group” of social friends who may agree with you this holiday is one you outgrew once your parents quit dressing you. However you view yourself, whether it be skater, preppy, goth, nerd, loner, busy working mom, real estate pro, business entrepreneur or one of the other labels amongst the myriad of choices I have a what may be shocking announcement for you. Here goes:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;If Halloween comes and you are not in costume we (the rest of the world) will know by the fact that you are not in costume that you “don’t do costumes”. It’s that simple, you can now feel free to take the $10 and put it towards a pocket protector, new stickers for your skate board, business card magnets (free @ vistaprint.com), or just get an iced breve from Starbucks and sit back watching the rest of us have fun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;See it’s that simple after all those of us who do dress up on Halloween don’t feel the need to go out and buy a t-shirt that states “I do costumes” which we would then wear over our costume. That would be pointless so why do the opposite?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;One last note &amp;amp; this is how we really get you. One definition of the word “costume” is: a set of garments selected for wear at a single time; AH-HA, so this t-shirt that you’re buying to wear on Halloween is in turn what you dread the most A COSTUME!! How do you like that for your burgers? If it fits the requirements flip it over and start grilling. Hopefully the t-shirt designers will make one that says “I don’t do costumes, except for this shirt which I bought only for this evening making it a costume, so next year I should really put more thought to it like the Green Giants do”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-7430609917486096337?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/7430609917486096337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=7430609917486096337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/7430609917486096337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/7430609917486096337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/09/note-to-non-enthusists.html' title='A note to non-enthusists'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-5671694071094627835</id><published>2007-09-20T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:04:05.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Occurrences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;This just occurred to me.  Kinda like in a movie when one person knows what's going on and you as the viewer are "in the loop" but the other character doesn't know anything so from their perspective things are really funny to everyone, and again, I quote "in the loop".  And Noel and Celeste if you did know this before hand then just make believe that you didn't because it's that imagination whether true or false that really makes this great.  Maybe more like a classic episode of Seinfeld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday and today were Patient Appreciation Days at the office.  This meant yesterday any existing patient could bring in 3 non-parishible food items, to go to the Victory Mission and in turn get a free adjustment (approx a $35 value) today any new patient could bring the same and get a complementary consultation, exam, and any necessary x-rays (at most about a $250 value).  We had been promoting this for over a month and while a good day for us is usually seeing 20-30 patients yesterday we saw 71.  Each month it's our goal to see 20 new patients and today we beat that by 1.  In addition to the complementary treatments we also decorated, had food, there was fun festive music and balloons everywhere, plus at any given time yesterday there were about 5-8 people just kinda hanging out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;In the midst of the celebration yesterday in walk Noel and Celeste.  Now I'm just thinking hey there's Noel and Celeste, and although it was one of those moments when you want to say something like "Hey everyone it's Noel and Celeste!" I refrained.  They popped in chatted said "Hi" to the Doctor and then left.  This was normal for me because I, and if anyone has a different saying let me know, was "in the loop".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Just a few minutes ago it hit me that maybe Noel and Celeste didn't know that we were having Patient Appreciation Days.  In that case, which I'm believing is the truth because it makes me laugh, their "out of the loop" movie view would have been something like this:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;A hazy dream-like fog fills the screen and we see Noel and Celeste come into view driving from Barnes and Noble north on Glenstone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "Hey we should stop by and see Janelle at work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Celeste "That's a great idea babe, let's do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "She really likes working there, that's exciting.  I really like designing web-sites that's exciting too.  Didn't you go to a Chiropractor when you were a cheerleader"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Celeste "Yup, it was great.  We should make hummus when we get home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "Mmmmm hummus.  Yeah let's watch some Monk after church also, it's a good Monk day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(turning into the parking lot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Celeste "That's a funny roof, 417 should have us write a story on funny roofs we've seen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "I'll mention it to Greg tomorrow, I bet he'd go for it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(walking in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Janelle being surprised "Hey guys what are you doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "My back hurts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Janelle "Really?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "No we were just around and thought we'd stop by and say hi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Janelle "Oh good. Dr Falukos this is my brother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr. Falukos "Hey Noel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "Hey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr. Falukos "I saw your picture in 417"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "Yeah we're gonna write a story on funny roofs for them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr. Falukos "Mr. Price I'm ready for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "Ok I guess we'll see you later"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Janelle "K Love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel and Celeste "Bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(leaving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "That was kinda like being in a Mexican Restaurant, that was salsa music playing right?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Celeste "Yeah, I thought maybe I was having a weird dream"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "No wonder Janelle likes her job so much if people just come, hang out and eat cookies and meatballs all day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Celeste "My chiropractor never had balloon garland hanging everywhere in his office"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "I bet it was Janelle's idea she was probably like 'hey Dr Falukos why don't we hang balloons everywhere and play loud music then we can serve food also".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Celeste "She should really have her own show"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Noel "I'm still excited about hummus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So little did Noel and Celeste know that much more was going on than me just simply deciding to festive up the office.  It was all part of a master plan.  A master plan to make people who just walked in question, if only for a moment, "Have I entered the Twilight Zone?"  &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/116691022967545644-5671694071094627835?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/5671694071094627835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=5671694071094627835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/5671694071094627835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/5671694071094627835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/09/occurrences.html' title='Occurrences'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-5202362631748711942</id><published>2007-09-11T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:49:32.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Your Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;     In 1994 Nelson Mandela opened his inaugural speech by saying, "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are more powerful beyond measure".  This is and has been a very powerful statement in my life over the past few years and even more so over the past few weeks.  As humans we get used to being knocked down whether we were the last to get picked for dodge ball, our parents got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;, we suffered a loss of a loved one, we get used to pain in one form or another.  More often than not we carry that pain into adult hood.  Sure we're over being the last picked, or being made fun of, but we replace it with a variety of other things.  Some choose over-spending, others it's dooming relationships from the start, or it might be sticking with a dead end job, drinking, being a bad friend, the list goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;     We get used to the pain and we adapt, we learn how to find another relationship, pay bills if only the minimum, go to the job we dread, and continue on because we've been taught that you can't have it all.  We've been taught that we have to settle and only deserve so much.  That a dream is just that a dream it's o.k. to dream but realize that you'll wake up.  You can wish upon a star but the stars will never be in your reach. It is so sad that as people we are taught this and we believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;     We get scared to look for something better because that would mean change.  We're afraid of change because what if we fail?  It's often easier to stick with what we're doing than to grab hold of our fears by the hand and say "come on I'm in charge and by following you I'm going to make a difference".  Maxx and I are going on two weeks w/o buying any alcohol, for those of you who know me and us this is a pretty big change.  We realized that we were too comfortable with our pain and we also realized that we hadn't made any changes because we were fearful of giving up the pain that we had become so fond of however subconscious the fondness was.  We also realized that it was going to take a drastic change and that we were going to have to be strong and make each other strong.  So here we are, following our fear of not having pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;     I realize our situation does not apply to everyone.  It's a universal truth it's hard to many things because we're AFRAID.  We don't get the clients we deserve because we're afraid to approach people, we think "they might laugh at me or tell me no".  So what?  We're afraid of coming on too strong, or asking for the raise we know we deserve, or talking about something that's bothering us.  This is crazy to me,  what is it that makes some people "special" enough to be millionaire's and others not, how are some people happy no matter the circumstances and others not?  The answer is they chased their fear, they realized they had to to what might be uncomfortable to be a better person.  We are all beautiful beings made by a wonderful God who created us in His image.  Once we realize that we don't have to live with pain and make the decision to proceed and make changes ridding our lives of what ever's holding us back it becomes easy to let the pain go and begin living our dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;     Dreams do come true.  Wish upon a star, we may not be able to physically touch it but our thought sends out millions of vibrations that reach it.  We are capable of what ever we set our minds to, whether we want money, love, friends, health, it's all ours when we accept and expect it.  It may take doing something physically uncomfortable and "following a fear" for some for others it may be more of an emotional journey in their thoughts and speech.  We get what we expect and if we expect debt, illness, a bad job, or nonsupporting loved ones, that's what we get.  On the other hand if we expect abundance, health, a career we love, and a great family, friends, and spouse that's what we get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;     Nelson Mandela's speech went on to say, "It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?  Actually, who are you not to be?  You are a child of God.  Your playing small doesn't serve the world.  There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.  We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.  It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone.  And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;     Have a beautiful week, you deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-5202362631748711942?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/5202362631748711942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=5202362631748711942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/5202362631748711942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/5202362631748711942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/09/follow-your-fears.html' title='Follow Your Fears'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-2922576428232807281</id><published>2007-08-26T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:52:06.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 and 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long before the movie "23" came out, which I have not seen, the numbers 2 and 3 have had great meaning in my life.  I was born at 10:22 p.m. and Gaitha's birthday is October 22.  I discovered that my birth number, the number associated with my birthday is 2.  My parents have essentially 2 sets of 3 kids.  Yesterday I discovered that my birth card is the 3 of spades.  1/3 is my favorite fraction, and when folding things I always fold them three times, if folding a towel then I fold it three times and then three times again, which is 2 sets of three.  Maxx and I got married on the 23 which was decided after doing research as to what our numerological numbers for 2007 would be, I was a 2, Maxx was a 3.  Plus the 23 happened to be, according to Japanese culture the luckiest day to get married.  When my name was Janelle Rene Green I had 2 "e's" and one "n" in each name, now that I'm Janelle Rene Hatzenbuehler I still have 1 "n" in each name and now 2 "e's" in my first 2 names and 3 "e's" in my last name.  E is the fifth letter of the alphabet which is 2 + 3.  I'm a Libra which sign is the scales, scales have 2 sides.  I'm not sure why I'm so drawn to these numbers or why these numbers are so drawn to me but I find it very interesting that all research shows they are prominent numbers in my life and before I knew that I already felt a bond with the numbers 2 &amp;amp; 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/116691022967545644-2922576428232807281?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/2922576428232807281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=2922576428232807281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/2922576428232807281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/2922576428232807281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-and-3.html' title='2 and 3'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-8326384041867039882</id><published>2007-08-26T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:28:39.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Dallas Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt; and I had a wonderful day in Dallas yesterday.  Actually we were in Springfield, but make-believing we were in Dallas.  It started with us going to brunch with Mother and Daddy &amp;amp; Noel and Celeste at Blue Plate.  I pointed out after we left that we NEVER went to brunch with family unless we were in Dallas and that I was going to make-believe we were on vacation for the rest of the day.  I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt; if he would like to join me and he accepted.  After our wonderful family brunch we ventured to the mall so I could use my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sephora&lt;/span&gt; gift card on a new make-up item I had been wanting.  I purchased the Benefit "That Gal", a make-up primer which can also be used instead of foundation to give your skin an even glowing look, and can also be used to refresh your make-up through out the day.  Since we were on vacation I also decided to splurge on some Benefit lipstick, so I purchased the Candy Store color.  I had been using the cheap lipstick that I sell with Slumber Parties and it tasted like old Halloween make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sephora&lt;/span&gt; we browsed the mall some more but made no further purchases.  We needed to make sure we had enough gas money to make it back to Springfield.  We then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/span&gt; Book Store, which was just as hard to find as a place might be in Dallas.  But finally we arrived.  There we browsed the store for about 30 minutes, Maxx bought a book he had been wanting and some crystals for the fung shui of the house, he also purchased a bookmark for me.  It was my birth card which is the 3 of clubs and also happens to be Maxx's birth card.  This was interesting because out of the 52 possible cards only about 5 birthdays of the year share the same one.  I purchased some Gypys Goddess Money Drawing Oil, which normally I would have decided not to buy but we were on vacation.  Plus it was only $10, and I love the scent.  It has patchouli, sandlewood, ginger and cinnamon in it and it must work because this morning I received a phone order from a previous guest at a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we finally left Renaissance I told Maxx that since we were on vacation it might be nice to have a tropical frozen drink from Tropical Liquers.  He agreed so we went down town to Trops.  It had been ages since we had their frozen drinks.  I decided on a Tropical Sunburn and Maxx got the Tropical Sunburn mixed with Tiger Paw.  We sat for a couple hours and chatted with friends as well as making some new friends.  Upon arriving back at our resting place for the evening we just hung out and watched some t.v., it was nice not to worry about any house work that might normally be on our minds.  Overall it was one of the best vacations we've ever had.  I highly, and I'm sure Maxx would too, recommend taking a day out of your normal lives to enjoy a make-believe vacation of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month we're Paris bound, complete with an afternoon coffee and spending the day at a quaint little bookstore reading whatever tickles our fancy.  I just hope we can understand the locals.&lt;br /&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/116691022967545644-8326384041867039882?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/8326384041867039882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=8326384041867039882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/8326384041867039882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/8326384041867039882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-dallas-vacation.html' title='Our Dallas Vacation'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-1077818513404443368</id><published>2007-08-24T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T13:36:17.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang for your Butts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/Rs8k-y_En1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/dXnYCHmCWcI/s1600-h/pocket+ashtray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/Rs8k-y_En1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/dXnYCHmCWcI/s320/pocket+ashtray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102337564090867538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months ago I called the 1.800 number for Camel Cigarettes to see if there was any thing Maxx and I could do with our close to 1000 camel cash that we had saved over the last 3+ years.  I had been very solid in my belief that we needed to save them until we had enough to get something really cool.  Well they discontinued the program about the time that I was ready to indulge in some not-so-free items.  I was however hopeful that maybe they had some items still available.  No such luck, but the customer service guy said he would put a gift in the mail since I took time to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's no surprise that cigarette companies prefer women customers over men.  I guess they think that we have more decisive power in a household over the male.  I am always getting zippo's, great coupons, and ashtrays from not only Camel, but other companies who are wanting to convert me to their brand.  Maxx never gets anything, except maybe lame coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I got yet another ashtray that weighs about 3 pounds, that same day I also got my free gift.  This is possibly the funniest thing I've ever received in the mail.  It's a pocket ashtray.  Like the one pictured above but mine is a light beige and on one side it says "Thank You" and has some flower thing.  The great thing about this is that it looks like something straight out of a 1975 Holiday Inn.  I'm going to call the customer service lots more to try and stock up just because it's so funny.  It wouldn't be so great if it didn't look as dated as it does.  I must say I have more ashtrays than I'll ever need and I'm sure they won't stop coming.  Oh well as least I have a place for my butts.&lt;br /&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/116691022967545644-1077818513404443368?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/1077818513404443368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=1077818513404443368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/1077818513404443368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/1077818513404443368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/08/bang-for-your-butts.html' title='Bang for your Butts'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/Rs8k-y_En1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/dXnYCHmCWcI/s72-c/pocket+ashtray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-4717090422932937254</id><published>2007-08-12T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:34:13.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Funny - So Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've found that the moment you decide to laugh at yourself life becomes much more entertaining.  I'm pretty well known for making silly mistakes or having random things happen to me that probably wouldn't happen to anyone else.  I've decided that this is because I can accept these things as being funny and not embarrassing.  Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking downtown and waved really big to a motorcyclist who was waving at me. . . except he was really just signaling to make a right turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After purchasing my first pair of Sarah Jessica Parker's jeans I wore them out of the mall, which I had to walk all the way through to the other end.  Once I got to my next destination I realized that I failed to take the back pocket tag off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were out to dinner with friends once and I had to go pee.  Someone was in the restroom forever and I couldn't hold it and wet my pants.  Then a couple came out of the bathroom, my jeans were only half wet so I wet them the rest of the way in the sink and hoped no one would notice (they were dark and really tight already).  Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt; put his hand on my leg and was like "YOU'RE WET" so I made up a story about how they got dirty in the bathroom and I had to wash them in the sink.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; just been like "we have to go NOW" but that would have been too easy and not Janelle.  I've since told the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;continually&lt;/span&gt; running late and decide to take a short cut, which inevitably gets me lost and driving in circles till I reach the entering spot of the short cut again and thus run even later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up telling jokes and leave it to Noel.  If I try by the time I get to the punchline I'm laughing too hard to finish, that just makes everyone upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've had several other "janelleities" including the time I thought very deeply at Thanksgiving and told Noel "Hey all of us kids have an older brother and an older sister and a younger brother and a younger sister, except me. . . and Leland. . . and Jason. . . and Barry. . . and Gaitha. . . . . . Hey you're the only one who has an older brother and an older sister and a younger brother and a younger sister"  We hadn't eaten yet so I couldn't even blame it on the treptiphen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than welcome to add other odd things I've done after all life is funny - so laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-4717090422932937254?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/4717090422932937254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=4717090422932937254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/4717090422932937254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/4717090422932937254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-is-funny-so-laugh.html' title='Life is Funny - So Laugh'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-2130623650778315460</id><published>2007-08-11T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:50:12.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm  A Rockstar</title><content type='html'>In the year 2020 we will only be watching each other on television.  Does anyone realize the amount of reality shows there  are on t.v.?  The next one is going to be titled "America's Next Big Idol American Real Star Singles Chef."  We've run out of ideas as a country and it's not good.  And struggling for ideas is not a good idea.  To prove it here are some examples of trying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock of Love - featuring Bret Micheal's as he searches for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biao&lt;/span&gt; is 45 and Single - speaks for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simple Life - Paris and Nichole try to learn. . . (side-note: Monica I hope we didn't look like this at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GVBC&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pick-Up Artist - Some Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls Next Door - Hugh's 90 and dating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the Band 4 - P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt; was feeling left out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some random shows we watch which are also reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaged &amp;amp; Underage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big Fat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fabulous&lt;/span&gt; Life Of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miami Ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.A. Ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Chopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster Garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick my Truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parental Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the list goes on. . . and on. . . and on. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-2130623650778315460?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/2130623650778315460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=2130623650778315460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/2130623650778315460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/2130623650778315460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-dork.html' title='I&apos;m  A Rockstar'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-6665984334229391202</id><published>2007-07-30T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:14:09.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random for a Song</title><content type='html'>Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ On the way home everyday coming up a hill Maxx and I pass a road sign that says "Red Signal Ahead"  Right over the hill there's a Stop Light ...................................................................and a Red Signal Gas Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ There are certain parts of Spfld. where my cell phone consistently drops calls.  I've learned to stop speaking when I'm coming up on these parts.  Now when I'm in the car with someone I stop talking if we're in an area where I don't get service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Einy-Miny Pickle-Liny&lt;br /&gt;    Pick your tiny nose&lt;br /&gt;    If you find a booger&lt;br /&gt;    You can put it in your toes&lt;br /&gt;    Save in for a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;    Then  you'll be so glad&lt;br /&gt;    That you found that booger&lt;br /&gt;    On the day that you were sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-6665984334229391202?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/6665984334229391202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=6665984334229391202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/6665984334229391202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/6665984334229391202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-for-song.html' title='Random for a Song'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-989659224712149097</id><published>2007-07-30T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:17:35.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #357.5 why it's great to be married</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;There's somebody who you can get REALLY excited about planning gifts for a Birthday, Christmas, etc.&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/116691022967545644-989659224712149097?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/989659224712149097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=989659224712149097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/989659224712149097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/989659224712149097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/reason-3575-why-its-great-to-be-married.html' title='Reason #357.5 why it&apos;s great to be married'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-7531157052695584424</id><published>2007-07-29T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:39:06.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ve had several Fashion Philosophy's in my life.  When I was seven I thought it was crucial I change outfits every 30 minutes.  This led to, I'm sure, several upsets with my best friend Kari as she had to wait on me to change before we could play Barbie.  I lost all fashion sense through my 6th grade year as I only wore knit pants with an elastic waist and some over sized shirt of Noel or Jason's.  Upon entering 7th grade through high school I became very interested in what I wore and when I wore it.  My philosophy then was (due to the alternating schedule of having M-W classes and Tu-Thurs classes and every class on Fri) I could wear an outfit on a M or W then 2 weeks after that I could wear the same outfit on Tu or Thurs then two weeks after that I could wear the outfit on a Fri.  This was very time consuming as I kept track of my daily fashion on my calender to the last detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I had given up on my home-sewn fashion philosophy's until Friday.  Upon my 6 month review at the Dr's office I received a very gracious bonus check.  With that check I was quick to announce some of it was going to S.J.P.'s new line Bitten.  After work I went straight to the mall but I needed mascara from Sephora, so my walk to Steve &amp; Barry's was long across the mall.  Now I'm not really sure why I did this; possibly it was over excitement, or the fact that my shoes had shred my ankle in half, but for some reason or another I bought a size larger than I needed.  Now I had already decided to get two pair of the same jeans, one in a short length to wear with flats and one in a long to wear with heels.  But I bought two pair in the wrong size.  I didn't realize until I wore the short pair for a few hours that I bought the wrong size. The next day I threw on my short pair again while at home and, although I decided to exchange the pair not worn, I also found that I was becoming very fond of the pair I had on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So here's my new fashion philosophy.  A woman (sorry men) needs to buy 3 pair of the exact jeans.  One in a length that she can wear with flats.  One a length to go with heels.  And a pair in a short length that is a size too big.  The pair in a size too big is, what Maxx titled my "Lazy Fashionista Day Jeans" for days you're lounging at home, or running up to the store and want to by cute but not in sweats.  These are the jeans that, when we wear, it's as if we've borrowed our husband's jeans.  But better, because I don't know anyone who's husband's jeans would actually fit in any way shape or form.  Plus it's always reassuring to wear jeans and be able to tell yourself when you're having a so called 'fat day' "Hey at least I'm not this size".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;With every fashion philosophy there comes guidelines.  The guideline with this one is simple and as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. The jeans must be a classic jean.  A timeless color and cut.  Anyone purchasing jeans from Frederick's of Hollywood that lace up the sides, should be strictly discouraged from following this philosophy.  And no lace up the side jeans are NOT timeless.&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/116691022967545644-7531157052695584424?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/7531157052695584424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=7531157052695584424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/7531157052695584424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/7531157052695584424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/fashion-philosophy.html' title='Fashion Philosophy'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-391202813750888741</id><published>2007-07-29T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:37:46.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Fridgerators</title><content type='html'>So I just read on Monica and Ben's blog that they had company and very little food in the house.  I must say I've had slight panic attacks over this very issue.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt; and I are horrible at actually stocking the fridge and although we have various items in the pantry they aren't generally items that go with each other to create an actual meal.  I'm very relived to know we aren't the only ones who shop for dinner 30 minutes before we make dinner.  Although once in a while I'll stock up with a weeks worth of food, it's a rarity.  I've come to accept this fact and although at first it made me feel as though the fact of not having food meant we were some sort of slackers trying to pass as responsible adults, I know realize it's just "us" and possibly a part of the free-spirited non-worriers that we are.  Or maybe we're just slackers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's where the fridge comes in.  I'm not sure why we have a full size fridge.  If there were some other tall slender appliance that could fill the hole in the wall I'd be all for it.  Why not a fridge/dishwasher combo?  Our fridge is stocked with garlic, mayo, mustard, ketchup, A-1, and several other condiments but no food.  NONE.  I realized a few weeks ago when our fridge was FULL that we are in the habit of only using it as a place to store left-overs until we decide to throw them away.  I'm not exaggerating here, I decided to clean out the fridge one night as we could NOT find another spot to place food items.  Upon opening and starting I threw away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;, spaghetti sauce, tomatoes, onions, tuna salad, a couple dishes of rice, some left over ribs,  hot dogs, gravy and mashed potatoes, as  well as several other items.  What's the point, why cook a meal then fool yourself into the thought that you'll eat the leftovers and keep it in the fridge for a month?  When I finished our fridge was EMPTY, nothing on any shelf.  I must say the past few weeks I've been better about throwing away food as we finish it.  I can gladly open the door now and see only our condiments and some pasta and sauce that I thought I'd eat . . . two weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-391202813750888741?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/391202813750888741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=391202813750888741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/391202813750888741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/391202813750888741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/re-fridgerators.html' title='Re: Fridgerators'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-2111618915352643945</id><published>2007-07-20T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:41:30.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/RqBKrhadfCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fPlwj9vK4pE/s1600-h/sara-jessica-bitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/RqBKrhadfCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fPlwj9vK4pE/s320/sara-jessica-bitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089149690492845090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Noel and Celeste brought it to my attention a couple months ago that Sarah Jessica Parker was launching her own clothing line called Bitten.  As excited as I was to begin with I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; when I found out that every item in her collection was under $20!!!  I also knew that the items were only going to be sold in one store, but didn't know which one.  I figured it'd be somewhere like H&amp;M that we don't have in Springfield, and that (last I knew) didn't offer online shopping.  Finally tonight I goggled it.  Low and Behold her collection is at Steve &amp;amp; Barry's!!!  Which we have at the Battlefield Mall!!!!  You're able to view the whole collection online (see the link at right), complete with the prices and number of colors they come in!!!  Not only was every piece under $20, I didn't see a piece that was above $15.  For any of you who know me I'm A BARGIN SHOPPER.  I turned down a pair of Banana Republic jeans last weekend which origonally sold for $60+ on sale for like $33 because I thought that was too expensive.  So having numerous wardrobe pieces all for $20 or less is a dream, And she has over 200 items, Lots available in a ton of colors, Plus she has jeans, slacks, tees, dresses, blouses, purses, shoes, swimsuits, pajamas, and under ware, And they're all in sizes 2-20!!!!!  Does any one know what this could do to the world?  Not only is it inexpensive, but you can easily wear the items to work, school, out  with friends, or around the house.  The world as we know it may just change for the better.  Dave Ramsey needs to check this out.  People need to buy clothes and now we have the option to do it AND get out of debt.  Are you excited?!?!  Although I've only been in Steve &amp; Barry's once they better watch out cause HERE I COME!  Next month I'll write about how every body in the store knows my name.  Hey I take back the I will work for food, starbucks, blockbuster, etc.  Bring on the Steve &amp;amp; Barry's gift cards.&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/116691022967545644-2111618915352643945?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/2111618915352643945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=2111618915352643945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/2111618915352643945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/2111618915352643945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-bit.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Bit'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/RqBKrhadfCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fPlwj9vK4pE/s72-c/sara-jessica-bitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-3508932417279212294</id><published>2007-07-19T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:23:18.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Does What</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about who&lt;br /&gt;should brew the coffee each morning.&lt;br /&gt;The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first,&lt;br /&gt;and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee."&lt;br /&gt;The husband said, " You are in charge of cooking around here and&lt;br /&gt;you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my&lt;br /&gt;coffee."&lt;br /&gt;Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible&lt;br /&gt;that the man should do the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me."&lt;br /&gt;So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament&lt;br /&gt;and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed&lt;br /&gt;says.........."HEBREWS"&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/116691022967545644-3508932417279212294?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/3508932417279212294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=3508932417279212294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/3508932417279212294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/3508932417279212294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-does-what.html' title='Who Does What'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-5715174335992511441</id><published>2007-07-19T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:18:52.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will work for food, blockbuster tickets, free make-up, ice-cream, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I feel very blessed to have not only one job but TWO jobs that I absolutely LOVE.  I believe all of you know I do in home parties for women, called Slumber Parties.  Then I also work as a Chiropractic Assistant.  That's what I'm talking about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda a fluke that I got the job.  I had been browsing the paper for a part time job back in Jan. and found a title saying "receptionist for Dr's office."  I called left my info as the ad said to do then received a call back to go in for an interview.  When I got there to my surprise it was a group interview with about 8 other people.  We filled out the application, then proceeded to take quizzes like long division, filing, and things like "Are you a: boat drifting in the ocean, a tree swaying in the storm, or a horse galloping through the field?"  I thought this was pretty fun and interesting for an interview.  The Dr. called a few days later and said that he had decided to offer the job to someone else and thanked me for my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt; and I got married in the next couple weeks and then,on Wed, the day after our wedding. I received a call back from the Dr. saying that the other person didn't work out and he would like to offer me the job.  I waited till Thurs to call back and accept then started on Fri.  My title is an assistant as I'm in charge of ins billing, coding, &amp; verification; doing therapies w/ patients; as well as a few other things.  Going into this job I not only had no idea about insurance (I didn't even know what a deductible was) I had no idea what Chiropractor's did.  Luckily I'm a quick learner, and newly FIRM believer in getting adjustments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the best work environment I've ever been in.  I had worked in about 5 different salons and always enjoyed that but there's always so much Drama and if you're the receptionist everyone complains to you.  There's no drama at the office plus there are several other perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start out most every day with a prayer, the music selection is great everything from classical to Micheal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt; to Harry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Connick&lt;/span&gt; Jr to Christian (which always reminds me of going to camp and singing w/ the youth group).  Plus if we meet certain goals each week or month then I get gift cards to places like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sephora&lt;/span&gt;, Blockbuster, Andy's frozen custard, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; Bread, Starbucks, or cash.  And, with the seldom exception of a holiday, we only work on Mon. Wed. and Fri.  Which means that I always get tomorrow off if I work today.  That's super because I'm not a morning person so if I wake up early for work then I don't have to the next day.  It's not like working 5 days a week where you tell yourself that it's Monday which is basically Tuesday which is practically Wednesday and then Thursday doesn't really count nor Friday, so basically Monday is already the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really long post to say simply I love my job, for the first time I feel like I'm working for someone who not only appreciates me but is also the type of person who is honest in their work.  If anybody needs a job work for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chiropractor, it's GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-5715174335992511441?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/5715174335992511441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=5715174335992511441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/5715174335992511441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/5715174335992511441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/will-work-for-food-blockbuster-tickets.html' title='Will work for food, blockbuster tickets, free make-up, ice-cream, etc.'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-5039049948300959145</id><published>2007-07-17T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:45:47.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great things about being Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/Rp1T7RadelI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k0Q__m46RFI/s1600-h/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/Rp1T7RadelI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k0Q__m46RFI/s320/IMG_0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088315431750302290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking yesterday about reasons why it's great to be married.  Maxx and I were driving and some of the things I thought of made me laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;* Never having to ask at the end of the night if the other person wants to do something the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;* Dancing in the kitchen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Having your best friend with you all the time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Having someone to cuddle up with in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;* Hypothetically the amount of zits you can pop in one day just doubled at least&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Inside jokes, and unlike in high school you don't have other people constantly asking you what they mean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can finally ask someone to buy you tampons without even being slightly embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cooking dinner together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There's someone who you can tell ANY THING to and know they still love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;* Breakfast in bed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Coffee and kisses in the morning (from Maxx, that's how I wake him up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;* Having a really cool last name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Setting goals with each other, and seeing them through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;* Making up songs together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hearing your beautiful in pajamas and no make-up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Messages wrote on the mirrors with eye liner pencil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;* Having someone who wants you to be the best you can be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Being able to tell someone you're scared if you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Decorating for holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's just a few reasons but there's an endless amount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-5039049948300959145?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/5039049948300959145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=5039049948300959145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/5039049948300959145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/5039049948300959145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/great-things-about-being-married.html' title='Great things about being Married'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/Rp1T7RadelI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k0Q__m46RFI/s72-c/IMG_0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-6597926121357194331</id><published>2007-07-16T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T00:49:36.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family is Conservational</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I went to the Titanic today in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;.  Which was a great experience if you haven't been.  Afterwards we did a little outlet shopping and ate at Ruby Tuesday's, which by the way has changed their menu and raised their prices but it was still good.  We ended the evening by picking up a load from Barry's old house to bring back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spfld&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we arrived home we were beat.  (Has anyone else noticed that I write about a busy day and how tired I am yet I write it at like 1 am?  I'm starting to see a trend.)  We had borrowed Mother's van to make the trip, so we took it back to their house to get Iron Eyes (our truck).  After having a nice &amp; funny chat with Noel &amp;amp; Celeste for a few minutes we were on our way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving Noel brought up an event this coming Sunday that will include Daddy's side of the family and wondered if we were going.  I said we were.  Then as we were walking out to the car I was explaining to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt; that he hadn't met that side of the family, except for a couple people at the wedding and he would like them.  As you may or may not know Daddy's side of the family is a lot "louder" than Mother's side.  I'm explaining this and say "this side is the more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conservational&lt;/span&gt; side."  Maxx was like "Now I'm excited we get to hang out with conservation people.  I meant to say conversational and knew I was saying it wrong but couldn't figure out what was wrong about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I wanted to grow up and be a &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;veterinarian so I would always say I want to be a vegetarian when I grow up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-6597926121357194331?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/6597926121357194331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=6597926121357194331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/6597926121357194331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/6597926121357194331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-family-is-conservational.html' title='Our Family is Conservational'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-7396031949568751852</id><published>2007-07-12T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:16:49.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Detroit is NOT a state</title><content type='html'>Maxx and I made a pact to stay home and work on taking care of things that need to be taken care of, instead of renting movies etc. (minus Big Brother hours).   Sun &amp; Mon were good and we got a lot taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday was the best!  I got up cut Mother's hair, made deliveries &amp;amp; several phone calls to potential hostess/recruits and actually for once got them ALL done the day I planned to.  Then got home an hour before BB-8 so we vacuumed, cleaned the bathroom, did laundry, made dinner, watched BB-8 somewhere in there, finally cleaned a little more and started the blog.  I was in bed by a little after midnight which is pretty normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a slight drawback to being so productive when I'm not used to it. It's so exciting that I couldn't sleep last night till like 4:30 a.m.  I just kept thinking about what all I had gotten done and how good it felt and how I wanted to do that everyday.  I actually tried to count sheep to get to sleep.  So w/ 2.5 hrs of sleep after work tonight Maxx and I went to a Reconciling Rwanda Benefit at the Gillioz Theater and got home about 10:30.  By now I'm pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're talking c.c. bills due and Maxx is contemplating paying one online as he doesn't think it'll arrive in time by mail.  I'm all "where's it going" and he tells me to look at the bill.  I pick it up and it says : Wilmington, DE.  I'm like "Oh Detroit"  Maxx says "No honey not Detroit, Deleware"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed SOOOO hard.  So very long story short I'm extremely tired now and need to get in bed as Gaitha and I are having lunch tomorrow.  Have a wonderful evening and KNOW YOUR STATES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-7396031949568751852?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/7396031949568751852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=7396031949568751852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/7396031949568751852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/7396031949568751852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/detroit-is-not-state.html' title='Detroit is NOT a state'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-3463142724267876809</id><published>2007-07-10T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:27:22.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxx &amp; Peanut Butter</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, Maxx &amp; I have a Scottie named Aspen.  Several months ago we bought Aspen a Kong and some peanut butter to put into the kong.   They make  kong treats but pb is about 10 times less expensive.  Aspen LOVES this and he wil run into his kennel as soon as he sees you pick up the kong.  We could probably have a very well trained dog if we used this method for more than getting him to go into the kennel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So a few minutes ago Maxx came into the office with a can of peanuts he bought today and said VERY SERIOUSLY . . . "hey J can dogs have peanuts"  I looked at him and was thinking "Oh crap, I don't know, I know they can't have onions"  Luckily I realized right away but continued looking at him waiting on him to catch on.  He only walked back into the living room saying "I don't know if they can or not".  At that point I decided to clue him in. . . he told me not to tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     That's pretty typical of us though and at least it keeps us laughing.  If you don't know the ATM story ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-3463142724267876809?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/3463142724267876809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=3463142724267876809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/3463142724267876809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/3463142724267876809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/maxx-peanut-butter.html' title='Maxx &amp; Peanut Butter'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116691022967545644.post-5928123345978705844</id><published>2007-07-10T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:14:47.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     We finally have a blog!!!  Well actually we finally have internet, cable, and NOW A BLOG.  This means that over the past few weeks I've had the luxury of reading Noel &amp; Celeste's, Jason's, and Monica &amp;amp; Ben's blog.  I must say that my blogological clock was ticking about a week ago.  So tonight I took the plung!!  I ran into the living room, actually it was more of a cute dance and after kissing Maxx a few times I looked him into the eyes and said ever so lovingly "Maxx I want a blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Although, he was quite shocked at first. . . soon he agreed that he too would enjoy having a little blog to tend too, so here I am.  In the office working to get our first blog up and running.  Maxx is in the living room enjoying the cable.  But isn't that how it is when you're starting any kind of family.  (I really don't mean that AT ALL, but I was in the middle of such good flow, I LOVE YOU MAXX.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I'm very excited about our new blog &amp; hope you all enjoy reading about our not so boring lives that we enjoy leading together.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116691022967545644-5928123345978705844?l=mjtwin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/feeds/5928123345978705844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116691022967545644&amp;postID=5928123345978705844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/5928123345978705844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116691022967545644/posts/default/5928123345978705844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjtwin.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-first-blog.html' title='Our First Blog'/><author><name>Janelle &amp;amp; Maxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222248816190172738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yNUl0s_LjA/TCp4W8iIyoI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J89Nbzdgffk/S220/Picture+101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
