<?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-5607406</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:05.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Okay</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18158856201536880492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607406.post-109633189778237232</id><published>2004-09-27T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T17:38:17.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back....kind of.  It's been about 9 months since my last blog.  I don't really have anything good to say...but people having been expressing their concerns regarding my lack of blogging.  So for now this should sufice until I actually have something to say.  Let the rambling begin....A lot has happened in the last 9 months.  I celebrated my one year anniversary in January...it was very nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/109633189778237232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/109633189778237232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109633189778237232' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18158856201536880492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607406.post-107259458933034546</id><published>2003-12-27T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T22:57:31.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one has gum...?I am 'one of those people' that think most things happen for a reason.  Not all things....I still don't find the reason for papercuts...but most.  Some one at work always has gum.  Let me preface this by saying I work downtown in the ghetto.  Today it was a very cold day, which has nothing to do with why I wanted gum, but it was stinkin cold.  Anyway, like I said, someone at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/107259458933034546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/107259458933034546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107259458933034546' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18158856201536880492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607406.post-106119023311383772</id><published>2003-08-18T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T00:13:33.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow, I'm jumping off the couch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/106119023311383772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/106119023311383772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106119023311383772' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18158856201536880492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607406.post-106118993475762189</id><published>2003-08-17T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T00:13:18.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The life cycle of a human being is odd.  I mean think about it.  We're just gonna end up where we started....toothless, drooling and in diapers.  I look at my son and I look at myself and I think the cycles should be reversed.  He's five....although that is debatable.  He hates taking naps...I on the other hand think it should be mandatory to have a good power nap session implemented in all job </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/106118993475762189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/106118993475762189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106118993475762189' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18158856201536880492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607406.post-106085357457862739</id><published>2003-08-14T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T02:37:31.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still not asleep.  Sometimes I just sit and wonder.......why...why is there so much evil and hatred in this world.  I always knew that people sucked but in my profession you get a birds eye view of just how badly this world actually sucks.  I usually read the paper everyday....lately it's just been about bombings, US soldiers dying (everyday), Korea and their stupid nuclear weapons.  I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/106085357457862739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/106085357457862739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106085357457862739' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18158856201536880492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607406.post-106085114530293697</id><published>2003-08-14T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T01:57:02.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three more weeks and two days.  Today sucked.  Most people have a bad day when their car breaks down.  I have a bad day when the suspect I just searched turns out to have had a gun on them and had the problem been real I could've been on the front page of the RJ.  Maybe I'm not cut out for this.  I'm begining to have my doubts.  AND I bruised my tail bone during our "will to survive" defensive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/106085114530293697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/106085114530293697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106085114530293697' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18158856201536880492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607406.post-106022386139371298</id><published>2003-08-06T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T19:37:41.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have inspection tomorrow.  Our last one...well our last real one anyway.  I need to study so I don't get ripped on too bad but I thought I would unload first.  My husband cleaned the house this past weekend, it was nice.  I actually got to relax for a whole day and didn't worry about anything because I knew it was getting taken care of.  It was kinda weird, I felt guilty for relaxing.  Probably</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/106022386139371298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/106022386139371298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106022386139371298' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18158856201536880492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607406.post-105945164691328934</id><published>2003-07-28T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T21:07:26.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired.  I have a test tomorrow.  I didn't study enough.  We'll see how it goes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/105945164691328934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/105945164691328934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105945164691328934' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18158856201536880492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607406.post-105897342394133266</id><published>2003-07-23T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T08:27:00.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my first time.  I'm a little nervous....should I be doing this?  At first I thought "I really don't want everyone to know my personal life", but then I thought...that's something I need to work on.  I'm too introverted when it comes to stuff like that so maybe doing this will help.  I plan on mainly sticking to academy related thoughts and feelings for now, but we shall see what ends up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/105897342394133266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5607406/posts/default/105897342394133266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquiepatton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105897342394133266' title=''/><author><name>Jacquie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18158856201536880492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
