<?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-1921967255852922193</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:56:21.177-06:00</updated><category term='relationships'/><category term='love'/><category term='laziness'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='rant'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'>Just when I think I have nothing more to say, I open my mouth.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-1726181721343681917</id><published>2010-01-18T11:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:50:18.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From raw to real..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/S1StCKP6uqI/AAAAAAAAADk/FJsuKFAADN4/s1600-h/croscrutchfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/S1StCKP6uqI/AAAAAAAAADk/FJsuKFAADN4/s200/croscrutchfield.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153703510751906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a very long time of not going to church, Dale and I finally went this Sunday. I reacted in the manner I always do when I have been absent from experiencing the righteousness of God. I cried. I alwayyyyysss cry. I can't help it. I stood there as the words to the song displayed on the large screen and watched as everyone around me raised their hands to our Lord and Savior. With tear filled eyes I sang the song and felt my heart fill with the desire to be closer to God. The spiritual emptiness that I have been feeling was slightly fulfilled. I held my husbands hand and together we shared the moment of no longer feeling broken. We were just where we wanted to be. And so our spiritual journey begins, again. After the lesson, I left with the message that sometimes in life circumstances and things happen that are beyond our control. While we may not always see or know the reason for those trials and tribulations we need to keep faith that it is for something amazing. I think that is the hardest thing I struggle with personally is maintaining my faith. It's not that I stopped believing in God or anything along those lines. For me it was always just, why? Why is this happening to me? Why is my mom suffering? Why did so and so get sick? I question the things that take place in my life instead of embracing the lessons learned or good that came from the bad. So moving forward I will try to not question His motivation so much, and just go with the flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-1726181721343681917?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/1726181721343681917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-raw-to-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/1726181721343681917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/1726181721343681917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-raw-to-real.html' title='From raw to real..'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/S1StCKP6uqI/AAAAAAAAADk/FJsuKFAADN4/s72-c/croscrutchfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-6849891498392164365</id><published>2010-01-13T11:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:03:51.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of Dreaming?</title><content type='html'>Dreams to me are so interesting. I often find myself pondering over the meaning of my dream or trying to find a message out of it. My friend often tells me that my dreams are very high anxiety, but really I am not anxious about anything. Stressed?!? Sure, I’m stressed. About the same thing that 90% of the world stresses about… money, work, family/friends well being, etc. So anyways, my dream last night was one of those ones that just kinda winds together through a whole bunch of stuff. I am not even sure how I remember parts of it, but somehow I do. I remember that Dale and I had bought a house with our friends Autumn &amp; Dre, and we were all busy trying to get moved in. Unpacking boxes and just kinda trying to place stuff where it belonged. Then I remember I went out to the backyard and Dre was setting up the grill and Autumn was standing on the patio by the retaining wall. And I remember her saying that she was going to put her azaleas there and I was joking and telling her more power to her cause I hate gardening and stuff. I think there was some other stuff and then the dream skipped to my sister Michelle and I walking through the mall, trying to hide from her boyfriend because her boyfriend beat her up. I just kept telling her that she needed to leave him and her face was all bruised up and stuff and all she said was that she loved him. And there was a part where someone walked up to her that she hadn’t seen in awhile and they asked her what happened. I remember we were in the middle of the mall and there was this fountain thing and I could see the food court. Weird huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted my sister this morning and she said she had a dream last night about me and Dale too. I guess that we were celebrating something and she was late cause her car broke down. Her and my nephew were running through a swamp and my nephew kept falling face down in the water so she had to carry him and they were really late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I looked up some dream interpretation stuff on www.dreamforth.com &amp; also on www.dreamsleep.net and this is what I found.  In reference to the part about my sister it says “To dream that someone else has been beaten indicates an imbalance in your existence.” Not quite sure what that means, LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To dream of a new house suggests taking on a new character and honing new strengths” and “To dream about friends suggests certain parts of your character that you have set aside and are now ready and willing to bring them back into your persona.” And the “flower is a symbol of the true spiritual self. Its symmetry and perfection shows how beautiful we really are.” So I found that part interesting considering lately I have been talking to Stacey and Autumn about going back to church and how I feel spiritually empty. I don’t know. Maybe it’s a bunch of hooplah and really means nothing, but its something that definitely intrigues me. Oh, and the dream my sister had said that, “To dream that you are walking through a swampy area warns of an upcoming hardship or obstacle. Unfavourable developments may occur in a relationship. Others will influence you negatively with their actions and words.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-6849891498392164365?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/6849891498392164365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2010/01/meaning-of-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/6849891498392164365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/6849891498392164365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2010/01/meaning-of-dreaming.html' title='Meaning of Dreaming?'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-3438309071270250578</id><published>2010-01-08T13:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:18:04.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 2 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What did you do in 2009 that you've never done before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost 20 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you keep your new year's resolutions and will you make more for next year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really make any, but always in my mind think about losing weight. Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell, i don't think so. That's terrible i can't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes :( I lost my little (foster) brother to a tragic accident and then Dale's Gramma passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None unfortunately although i still want to go to Hawaii. I am determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What dates in 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, New Year's because my friend got engaged. And then in March she got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 6th when Angel passed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 6th when the homies Autumn &amp;amp; Dre got married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 22nd when Gramma Anita passed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jul. 11th, 2 years of my miscarriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 16th, my lil sister got married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 25th, attended a funeral on my bday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your biggest acheivement of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up a bad habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your biggest failure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being serious about my weight and getting into shape as much as i should have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if it was last year or the year before but i had bronchitis and then had my wisdom teeth pulled, lots of dental stuff, and then a terrible cold. Oh, and found out i had PCOS. Lovely year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say clothes since it makes me feel good and i can't really think of anything else at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely my husband! His accomplishments with work and going to school full time, maintaining a high GPA and getting ordained. That man is a blessing to me and everyone around him that has the pleasure to be in his inner circle. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, sometimes my own, but also my sister Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To food, bills, the house, the same places my money always goes. Oh and makeup of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you get really excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really excited about the visits with my friends. Autumn came out, Malissa came out, we went to WA and then Autumn &amp;amp; Dre came for New Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will always remind you of 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compared to this time last year are you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-happier or sadder? happier i suppose&lt;br /&gt;-thinner or fatter? thinner i think by a few pounds&lt;br /&gt;-richer or poorer? poorer for sure.... too many of our bills increased payments BOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i went to church more. My heart is lacking something spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you spend Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I would have wanted it... with my family and trus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you fall in love in 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just a little more each year, with the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything drama filled, but definitely The Hills and The City are tops of that list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate is a strong word. And no, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the best book that you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shack, very much made me think and appreciate God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that i couldn't sing? LOL I had no real revelations when it comes to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship with my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you want and not get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship with my father... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned 29 years young, and celebrated the life of Anita Depew in Ohio with Dale's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big fat raise, and no people I loved dying, oh and if i coulda had a baby or at least gotten pregnant that woulda been great. I know that's 3 but this is my damn blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would describe as something completely varied. From knee high boots and capris with a cute shirt, to sleep wear, to Cowboys apparrel to jeans and a hoodie. I like being eclectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invaluable friendships and conversations with my best friends and husband. Without them I would not be who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all who the hell uses the word "fancy"... I still am crushing after Will Smith. Same as always so no big surprise here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truthfully can say that the presidential election stirred up some serious feelings for me. Both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom when she moved to NC. That was the worst 3 months ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet new people all the time so it's hard for me to decipher just one person who had the biggest impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow where to start. I learned that people truly have no rights and the Colorado foster care system is a bunch of crock. Our justice system lacks something to be desired and that no matter how much "faith" you have a person can only tolerate so much before they break down. While I would like to think that love and family conquers all, that is unfortunately not the case. I could make a whole damn blog just about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote a song lyric that sums up your year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Pete, i don't be memorizing songs like Autumn. Shheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-3438309071270250578?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/3438309071270250578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-2-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/3438309071270250578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/3438309071270250578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-2-2010.html' title='2009 2 2010'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-7298260640174886773</id><published>2009-06-09T09:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:34:03.980-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laziness'/><title type='text'>Lazy SOB's</title><content type='html'>I can't stand lazy people. You know the ones I'm talking about... the ones that walk around with the attitude that everything is someone elses responsibility. The people that feel like they have somehow earned the right to not assist in the daily functions of the workplace, because surely &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/Si5_i1AAkaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Pkk6SBfefXw/s1600-h/Laziness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345350044054753698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/Si5_i1AAkaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Pkk6SBfefXw/s400/Laziness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the tasks that need completed are in someone else's job responsibilities or possibly demeaning for them. The same people that have a sense of entitlement. The ones that put their cups in the sink instead of actually opening the dishwasher and putting their shit away. The ones that walk by a fax machine or printer and take the last paper without refilling it. Do you really have something that much more important than the next person? No.. your ass doesn't. I get irritated so easily by lazy people. Call me insensitive or whatever, but if you are standing on the side of a highway asking for change... you're lazy. Go put in some damn applications somewhere. Quit looking for a handout. Don't get me wrong, being lazy &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt; is a good thing. But day after day after day, the same people do the same things, and I am calling your lazy asses out. Just not so publicly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-7298260640174886773?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/7298260640174886773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy-sobs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/7298260640174886773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/7298260640174886773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy-sobs.html' title='Lazy SOB&apos;s'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/Si5_i1AAkaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Pkk6SBfefXw/s72-c/Laziness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-8411062791960870956</id><published>2009-03-18T11:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:57:45.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time will tell...</title><content type='html'>A really great friend said it best, "no matter how you try to guard yourself you want to give your parent the benefit of the doubt and deep inside the hope and expectation is alive and well and full and when it is crushed and damaged it hurts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel let down. I set myself up for the possibility of it, but now that it's happened I am crushed nonetheless. I hate feeling like you lied. I hate feeling like I can't trust you. But my wall is up. And as much as you have chipped away at the very foundation of it and are slowly taking those stones down, just know that you will never have the satisfaction of me being 100% open to you and trusting of you. Unfortunately for you- 28 years of not being a father is working against you. For someone that is wanting to prove me wrong, you are not doing a good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-8411062791960870956?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/8411062791960870956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-will-tell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/8411062791960870956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/8411062791960870956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-will-tell.html' title='Time will tell...'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-8869415966816179686</id><published>2009-03-03T12:44:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:04:29.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life's happenings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/Sa2oJpjdjPI/AAAAAAAAACA/qAzE5ZJ678I/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/Sa2oJpjdjPI/AAAAAAAAACA/qAzE5ZJ678I/s320/life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309084419466562802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how life happens sometimes. You think you know how it will pan out. You take appropriate steps and measures to plan things to happen at certain times. You go to school to get a degree and land a good job. I look at where I am today and where I thought I would be. For the most part things are how I want them. I am happily married, have a decent home, have a good job (although not a secure one), I have my family close to me, and amazing friends. But I am not completely fulfilled. I know what is lacking and what steps I need to take to fulfill my desires, but yet I sit here knowing full well that I will put it off. Sometimes I get to a point where I fear the unknown. I don't like uncertainty. But as I type this I realize that without taking risks you will never reap the benefits. The things I strive for the most are making others happy, and making myself happy. I am great at short term happiness: buying clothes, makeup, lil shit here and there. Yet for some reason I continue to deny my long term happiness: my career, having children, pursuing things that I know I want but fear the reality of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-8869415966816179686?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/8869415966816179686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-happenings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/8869415966816179686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/8869415966816179686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-happenings.html' title='Life&apos;s happenings...'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/Sa2oJpjdjPI/AAAAAAAAACA/qAzE5ZJ678I/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-6540678384152986342</id><published>2009-02-11T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:22:39.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like...</title><content type='html'>Not giving people credit where it’s due&lt;br /&gt;Bad drivers&lt;br /&gt;Stank breath, ass, and/or feet&lt;br /&gt;Nasty tastes&lt;br /&gt;Insincerity&lt;br /&gt;Never having enough money&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;Obesity&lt;br /&gt;Flat soda&lt;br /&gt;Waking up before I have to&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;Fake people&lt;br /&gt;Clothes that don’t fit&lt;br /&gt;Hurting someone’s feeling&lt;br /&gt;Losing a loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this list is not all inclusive. To the one person guilty of the first thing I don’t like… stop taking other peoples ideas and using them as your own. It’s no wonder you’ve been employed as long as you have when you reap the benefits of someone else’s hard work. Don’t get me wrong, you are a great guy, and you are knowledgeable and smart about what you do. I just think you are a little of an over exaggerator. So stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you bad drivers- learn to fucking drive. If you are not at least going the speed limit and are in the far left lane, prepare to get your ass tailgated by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanky anything- suck a freaking mint, or wash your ass or scrub your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lost- God this is directly to you. Help me out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake people- learn to get real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-6540678384152986342?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/6540678384152986342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/6540678384152986342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/6540678384152986342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-like.html' title='I don&apos;t like...'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-8733369976912515807</id><published>2008-12-05T09:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:03:18.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/STlevPyzS6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Vw424rNSH2c/s1600-h/4a0930aef89b8fb754a342f4033a417a.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276352604227718050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/STlevPyzS6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Vw424rNSH2c/s200/4a0930aef89b8fb754a342f4033a417a.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;– my friends – &lt;em&gt;warm tea &lt;/em&gt;– &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;comfy clothes&lt;/span&gt; – catching up – &lt;strong&gt;sex &lt;/strong&gt;– a really good home-cooked meal – &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;speaking my mind&lt;/span&gt; – sunsets – &lt;em&gt;laughing/laughter &lt;/em&gt;– &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;good hair days&lt;/span&gt; – Mac makeup – sushi – my sisters – &lt;strong&gt;Jackson &lt;/strong&gt;– those perfect pair of jeans – &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;diamonds&lt;/span&gt; – feeling skinny – &lt;em&gt;French fries &lt;/em&gt;– &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;my mom&lt;/span&gt; – couch time – &lt;strong&gt;massages&lt;/strong&gt; – making people happy – &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;weekends&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;em&gt;seeing someone smile&lt;/em&gt; – my dad – TV – sparkly eyes – new shoes – snowflakes – starry nights – &lt;strong&gt;sleeping&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;making memories&lt;/span&gt; – nature – &lt;em&gt;pool time in Vegas&lt;/em&gt; – music – &lt;strong&gt;having fun&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lipgloss&lt;/span&gt; – sweaters – perfume/cologne – &lt;strong&gt;smell of laundry&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share something you love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-8733369976912515807?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/8733369976912515807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/8733369976912515807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/8733369976912515807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/STlevPyzS6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Vw424rNSH2c/s72-c/4a0930aef89b8fb754a342f4033a417a.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-1328194351443775895</id><published>2008-11-30T20:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:04:26.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/STNdWKiBzsI/AAAAAAAAABI/UStQlp0Jpk0/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274662223946567362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/STNdWKiBzsI/AAAAAAAAABI/UStQlp0Jpk0/s320/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my what a busy, yet relaxing, few days it's been. Thanksgiving day Dale and I went over to my mom's house with Marcela. We ate great food, looked at the fliers for Black Friday, talked and laughed and then went home. It snowed that day and everyday since. Jackson absolutely loveeeess the snow. He romps around in it and it's so cute. Too bad that our backyard has no grass so unfortunately his paws get a little muddy. Friday morning at 5a Dale and I went shopping with about 1/4 of Colorado Springs. I remember working in retail and how busy it always was, but that wasn't really the case this year. It makes me slightly nervous and makes me wonder when things will pick up and/or get better. Anyways, we got some great things at great prices and are almost halfway done with Christmas shopping. Yeah for that!! The rest of that day we slept and watched Christmas movies. Saturday was reserved for lunch with Carolyn and Melissa. Being with them and talking makes me appreciate my friendships that much more. I am truly blessed and fortunate to say that I have more than one best friend. That will be a blog for another day cause when it comes to my friends I have a lot of good things to say. Afterwards Dale and I went to the movies and saw Madagascar 2 followed by a chill night at home. Sunday was the usual laundry and football day. And we visited my mom, sis and nephew. Got a lot of couch time in this weekend, but I am already ready for more. Come on Christmas break! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Since I didn't really do a Thanksgiving blog I am most thankful for the following things: my gorgeous husband who to this day still gives me butterflies (or gas, I'm not sure), my amazing and beautiful friends (Mal, Marcela, Kels, Stacey, Melissa, Carolyn &amp; Autumn) you girls always make me smile and your friendships mean the world to me, my immediate family who sometimes gets on my nerves, but I wouldn't change for anything, having a house and car and being able to pay my bills for the most part, my health and Dale's health, the ability to believe in things that I have never seen, my sense of humor, and finally... French fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a great week filled with no stress and millions of smiles. Make it your own... make it a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-1328194351443775895?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/1328194351443775895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/snowy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/1328194351443775895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/1328194351443775895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/snowy-sunday.html' title='Snowy Sunday'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/STNdWKiBzsI/AAAAAAAAABI/UStQlp0Jpk0/s72-c/DSC00777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-3481999288424580787</id><published>2008-11-24T16:31:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:35:21.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Ring, Hello?</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday...  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;! I had a fabolous weekend with my friends/family. We went to &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/SSs6UzdLc9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4DFuL6cAJ8I/s1600-h/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272371917851685842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/SSs6UzdLc9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4DFuL6cAJ8I/s200/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sushi on Friday night and celebrated. We talked, laughed and had great food. I got a beautiful new Coach purse from my sisters and my dad, some lovely smell good stuff from VS from my BFF Stacey, some makeup from my friend Melanie. My lovely husband got me makeup, perfume, and makeup stuff. I had all my friends there celebrating with me for my special, except my BFF Mal. :( Sooo sad. But she sent me a funny .25 cent card with a whole dolla in there to get me something special. Whooo hooo, it's about time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the continued story with my "father". He was supposed to be here for my birthd&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/SSw7GMsaZyI/AAAAAAAAABA/j_5cdluUR70/s1600-h/br_one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272654241416767266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/SSw7GMsaZyI/AAAAAAAAABA/j_5cdluUR70/s200/br_one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay. I guess on Friday of last week he had some problems with his diabetes meds and ended up going to the hospital. So his wife calls me and tells me and asks for my address so they can ship a package to me. He supposedly got me a ring. We had been talking about it for the past few months but it was one of those things where I didn't wanna get my hopes up. Well I got it yesterday, and it's gorgeous (see pic to the right, except the center stone is &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;). Unfortunately though he will not be making it this week. We spoke last night and he hopes to be able to come next month around Christmas. I told him, of course, that his health is more important than risking coming out here and God forbid something happens.  So fingers crossed, we will meet next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, finally, two more days til Thanksgiving. It's one of my favorite times of the year. I love food. I love family. I love food and family mixed together. I can't wait. I will be sure to post a Thanksgiving blog so look out for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime thanks to all my special friends and family for making my birthday so wonderful. You all mean the world to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I had to come edit this cause Kels, Marcela and Stacey just brought me roses and my favorite pecan muffin thingies. YUMMMM. I feel so loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-3481999288424580787?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/3481999288424580787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/ring-ring-hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/3481999288424580787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/3481999288424580787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/ring-ring-hello.html' title='Ring Ring, Hello?'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/SSs6UzdLc9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4DFuL6cAJ8I/s72-c/sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-88037212704144420</id><published>2008-11-19T10:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:03:05.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Any man can be a father...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/SSRU0bLcjyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yLJkh69EXsc/s1600-h/father-daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/SSRU0bLcjyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yLJkh69EXsc/s200/father-daughter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270430723556020002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for any of my close friends and family most of you know that I have a biological father that hasn’t really been a part of my life. He and my mom split up right before I was born. They were married but only for about a year. According to my mom he cheated on her and according to him (now) he didn’t mess around until after my mom moved back to Germany. After I was born I saw him once when I was 4 after my mom and dad were married and moved back to the States. Saw my "father" and his wife for a few minutes when they came to NC when I was about 12. He brought me a Nintendo game that I really wanted. Apparently he asked my mom to take me to the mall and take me shopping. Not sure if this was to make up for lost time, but nonetheless my mom told him no later that night. He said he packed his shit and drove back home shortly after. So, a couple more years go by, no interaction between the two of us. His mom and dad sent me cards every year for my birthday and at Christmas, but other than that I had no interaction from them or even knew that side of my “family”. At fifteen I asked my mom and dad some questions. The usual kind of things any girl would ask. What happened? Why’d you get divorced? Why doesn’t he want anything to do with me? You get the point. Also, around this time my dad wanted to legally adopt me so my last name would be the same as his, my mom and my sisters. In order to do that my bio would have to relinquish all of his rights as my “father”. So time goes on and I tell my Grandmother I am looking for my “father”. Apparently she passes on the message to her son and wah laa he calls. We talk a couple times for about 2 weeks. I was 15 and he told me that he had a car for me, asked me to come to Alabama to visit and yadda yadda. I was scared, didn’t know him from Adam, and decided not to go. I think he sent me $50 for my birthday and then we just kinda stopped talking. It was kind of a mutual thing. On my end I thought he was just full of shit like my mom said he would be. It was hard to build a relationship with someone over the phone when we really had nothing to talk about. And it was even harder that I had a dad at home, that loved me and cared for me like his very own. Sooooo, 12 years fast forward…. We never talked after I turned 16. I occasionally sent pictures to my Grandmother with snide little comments like, “pass this on to my father if he cares”. But we have had no contact- Until June of this year. Out of the blue he calls my mom and says that he wants to get in touch with me. His daughter. His daughter that he hasn’t had shit to do with pretty much all my life. And now that I am happy, married, educated, own a house and a car, grown, and working on a career… &lt;em&gt;nooooow &lt;/em&gt;he wants to be a part of my life. My very first instinct was fuck that. What could he possibly want? What could he possibly say to establish any type of relationship at this point? After years and years of bitterness, anger and resentment for feeling somewhat abandoned by a man I have met twice in my life and spoke to on the phone maybe 3 times. I don’t even know how to feel. So, we have been talking almost weekly since the end of June. A couple times we only have talked about every other week, but when we speak it’s usually for about an hour. We’ve talked about the past. We’ve talked about the now. He’s asked me lots of questions and I’ve asked him a few. Mostly we are both trying to fill in gaps and see what happens. Well, now he is supposed to come out here next week for my birthday. I am super anxious and nervous and excited all jumbled in to one big gut ball of nerves. I have so much to say that I haven’t said over the phone. Some things are better left to be said in person. I like to be able to judge someone’s reactions and unfortunately the phone doesn’t allow for facial expressions to come through. I will be sure to update everyone next week on my continued saga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-88037212704144420?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/88037212704144420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-for-any-of-my-close-friends-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/88037212704144420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/88037212704144420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-for-any-of-my-close-friends-and.html' title='Any man can be a father...'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/SSRU0bLcjyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yLJkh69EXsc/s72-c/father-daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-1796444307158503344</id><published>2008-11-17T15:58:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:47:14.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Clothes Make Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i439.photobucket.com/albums/qq111/LIVELAUGHLOVE3LS/110.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 58px; height: 120px;" src="http://i439.photobucket.com/albums/qq111/LIVELAUGHLOVE3LS/110.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've all heard the expression, clothes don't make the man, the man makes the clothes, or something to that affect. Well today I am the man, and I make the clothes. It was a good day. Got a new shirt on, hair was cute, makeup was cute, I felt good. I don't necessarily consider myself to be conceited in the least. I like to think of myself as confident... &lt;em&gt;annnnd &lt;/em&gt;maybe a little cocky. BUT, I am only that way because my husband seriously blows my head up so big that I can barely fit it through the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, point is - it's nice to feel good about yourself. It's nice to have a pep in your step and not be worried about what people think of you or your outfit. Don't get me wrong, I by no means seek other peoples approval on how I look or dress. I do me. You do you. It don't matter what you think and unless I specifically ask for your opinion, I really don't care to hear it. LOL, unless it's a compliment. But that's a given. So my advice to you, find something that you feel good in, take the time to do your hair/makeup, you'll be surprised how it makes you feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-1796444307158503344?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/1796444307158503344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/clothes-make-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/1796444307158503344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/1796444307158503344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/clothes-make-me.html' title='Clothes Make Me...'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-1237990006733341809</id><published>2008-11-13T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:48:59.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Thursday Rant</title><content type='html'>So, this may be TMI, but I got my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yesterday and for some reason am a total bitch this morning. Most women PMS. I just MS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my husband, who’s name shall remain anonymous as he said he would sue me for slander, decides to bring his coffee into the bathroom this morning. Which in my opinion is absolutely gross because he put it on the sink (right next to the toilet) where there are piss and shit particles floating around I’m sure. Aside from that, he gets in the shower- &lt;em&gt;a nice, hot, steamy shower&lt;/em&gt;- and we are chatting for a minute. He sticks his head out and says, “&lt;em&gt;can you hand me my coffee&lt;/em&gt;”? I was like, “&lt;em&gt;what, NO, you’re in the shower&lt;/em&gt;”. So after a minute or too, I decided for him that he could wait until he got out of the shower to drink his coffee. What the hell???? Is this normal? Do people really need to drink coffee, or anything for that matter, while they are in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next episode- I am trying to get ready for work. Feeling proud of myself for getting off the couch and getting my butt in gear. I was finally going to be on time to work and had a pep in my step. I could not find a freaking thing to wear. And any one that knows me, knowwwwws how much clothes I have. It’s ridiculous. I have clothes everywhere. Even Dale helped me look for an outfit. After finally finding something that I really didn’t wanna wear I started to do my makeup and my hair. I kept dropping shit and my cat was meowing at my feet because he wanted water from the bathtub faucet. The dog wanted to be laying at my feet so that didn’t work out to well because the cat was there. I was getting irritated to say the least. My supposed good morning and good day was turning into an aggravating hurried attempt to not be too late to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes late to work…. Open my email and the girl that normally covers my lunch (since I am now at the front desk) is out today for training. Did I know about this before hand to make appropriate lunch arrangements? Noooooooo. Cause she remembered last minute. Late last night. And sent the email at 7am this morning. Okay no big deal. I will ask someone else. Oh wait, the someone else is already covering for me later so I can leave early today. Won’t be right to ask her for more, that’s just not fair. So I will eat at my desk and leave a half day tomorrow. Might as freaking well, I already have 3 hours of overtime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing about my work. I DO NOT know everything that goes on just because I sit at the front desk. I do not have a freaking crystal ball and CAN NOT see in to the future. NO, I do not know where someone went to. NO, I do not know what a certain meeting is about in the conference room. No, I am not your freaking mother and will not continuously put your dishes away cause you are a lazy S.O.B. DO NOT keep calling me to reach someone after I told you 10 times they are not available and I will have them call you back. Yeah for caller ID, cause I will just start ignoring your calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rant could go on, but for the sake of my sanity I will end it here. Sheesh almighty. Lord, can’t it just be 4 o’clock already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-1237990006733341809?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/1237990006733341809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-rant.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/1237990006733341809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/1237990006733341809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-rant.html' title='Thursday Rant'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921967255852922193.post-4606743560745240195</id><published>2008-11-05T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:33:22.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I voted, did you?</title><content type='html'>Like almost half of our population I was and have been a faithful McCain follower. I won't get in to the symantics of it or my reasoning behind it, but I will put that out there. Soooo, now that the election is over and the stage lights are shut off I sit here wondering. I wonder what will happen next. I wonder how it will all play out. I wonder if Obama will really be the change that we so desperately need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside, I am SO very happy to be a part of "history" and get to experience our first 'black' president. Having an ethnic studies minor, I took many college courses about race and gender. I am excited for the possibilities and what it all means for our children and childrens children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to change! Here's to my new blogspot. And here's to the unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921967255852922193-4606743560745240195?l=jworster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/feeds/4606743560745240195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voted-did-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/4606743560745240195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921967255852922193/posts/default/4606743560745240195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jworster.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voted-did-you.html' title='I voted, did you?'/><author><name>Jessica W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130723561681758246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHR4vJG82n8/St9vYB1TdzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wkREDH2lze8/S220/jess.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
