<?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-19685440</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:00:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Average Everyday Sane Psycho</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-116086083324439211</id><published>2006-10-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:20:38.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><summary type='text'>We wait everyday.  Wait for it to be time to go to work.  Wait for it to be time to go home.  Wait in line at the store.  Wait for it to be time to have fun.  Wait for it to be time to sleep.  Wait for the aching in the heart to fade.  Wait for the feeling of love to envelope us again.  Wait to be ready for our lives to happen.  Wait for our live to happen.  Waiting for you, waiting for me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/116086083324439211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=116086083324439211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/116086083324439211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/116086083324439211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/10/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-116071877147591157</id><published>2006-10-12T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:52:55.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it is good to be alone</title><summary type='text'>There are times when you are alone, no matter how crowded the room.  There are times when you are alone, and not a soul is around.  But you are never alone, because the ghosts in your heart will always be with you, to share the good and the bad.  The long lonely nights, the short fun filled minutes.No matter what it is that you are doing you are never truly alone.  I think sometimes the ghosts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/116071877147591157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=116071877147591157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/116071877147591157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/116071877147591157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-it-is-good-to-be-alone.html' title='Sometimes it is good to be alone'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-116026999287186946</id><published>2006-10-07T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:58:40.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever wonder if fairy tales could be true?</title><summary type='text'>You always hear people say that the stuff in movies only happens in Hollywood.  What if it doesn’t just happen in the movies though?  What if the reason that people are able to write stories like the ones they make movies about is because it happens in real life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/116026999287186946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=116026999287186946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/116026999287186946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/116026999287186946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-you-ever-wonder-if-fairy-tales.html' title='Do you ever wonder if fairy tales could be true?'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-116019212059805628</id><published>2006-10-06T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:14:38.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving to work</title><summary type='text'>On my way to work this morning I was thinking about life and how it can relate to movies.  I was remembering how when I was in high school my all time favorite movie was “Some Kind of Wonderful”.  I don’t know if you remember this movie but was a great flick about a boy who has a best friend that is a girl, the best friend of course being a tom boy and obviously through the whole movie you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/116019212059805628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=116019212059805628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/116019212059805628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/116019212059805628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/10/driving-to-work.html' title='Driving to work'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-116010793151914631</id><published>2006-10-05T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:12:18.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I sit here pondering...</title><summary type='text'>Wasn't that a poem some time ago?Okay reality is..I smoke.   I drink.  I have four kids.  I am single.  I have a big heart. Enough about me, how about we talk about you for a few.Never mind that if you want to talk about you get your own blog.  Life is getting better.  Everyday is still a gift.  Sometimes is seems like a gift that your grandma gave you when you really, really wanted that kewl toy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/116010793151914631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=116010793151914631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/116010793151914631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/116010793151914631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-i-sit-here-pondering.html' title='As I sit here pondering...'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-115273051030785764</id><published>2006-07-12T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:49:23.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And out of the Blue</title><summary type='text'>If I could give you a super power I would make you the human calculator. That way you could tell if someone has given you the wrong change at the store. You would also be able to change Celsius to Fahrenheit and Fahrenheit to Celsius with no problem at all. My only concern would be….Would Jorie use her powers for good! Or would she be tempted to use her powers for evil! I am inclined to believe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/115273051030785764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=115273051030785764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/115273051030785764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/115273051030785764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-out-of-blue.html' title='And out of the Blue'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-115223161018070680</id><published>2006-07-06T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:40:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow so it has been a looonnnnnggg time</title><summary type='text'>I am exactly the type of person to not be doing this sort of thing....writing a blog. I don't make it very interesting that is for sure. Look at how long it has been since I have written in this damn thing.Lately though I have been having a rough time. Well ok, so I was doing great....way better than I have been for a long time....then I decided to quit smoking.I have been driving everyone in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/115223161018070680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=115223161018070680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/115223161018070680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/115223161018070680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow-so-it-has-been-looonnnnnggg-time.html' title='wow so it has been a looonnnnnggg time'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114686411761162844</id><published>2006-05-05T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:19:40.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempest!</title><summary type='text'>tem·pest ( P ) Pronunciation Key (tmpst)n.A violent windstorm, frequently accompanied by rain, snow, or hail.Furious agitation, commotion, or tumult; an uproar: “The tempest in my mind/Doth from my senses take all feeling” (Shakespeare).Not to long ago, I was at work, outside taking a quick break before I had to go back in and deal with the mad dash of things. I remember it was a rough day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114686411761162844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114686411761162844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114686411761162844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114686411761162844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/05/tempest.html' title='Tempest!'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114646924320035281</id><published>2006-05-01T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:40:43.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsaid</title><summary type='text'>somethings are better just left unsaid.i hit your dog with my car.your an asshole.i am quiting cause you people suck.i need a job cause i cant keep one.i love you.yep somethings should just not be said.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114646924320035281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114646924320035281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114646924320035281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114646924320035281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/05/unsaid.html' title='Unsaid'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114301548189475235</id><published>2006-03-22T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:18:08.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And In the News Today.....</title><summary type='text'>exit: u see that shit about the bomb shelter they just found under the brooklyn bridgejorie: nojorie: i dont watch the newsjorie: i am out of the loopexit: i just saw itexit: crazy....329,00 crackersexit: made in 1969jorie: wowjorie: hmmjorie: think they are still goodexit: someone tried it and spit em outjorie: loljorie: shitjorie: dumbassexit: that teacher is hotjorie: whichexit: they just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114301548189475235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114301548189475235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114301548189475235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114301548189475235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-in-news-today.html' title='And In the News Today.....'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114200093654359634</id><published>2006-03-10T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T06:28:56.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Too Much Time</title><summary type='text'>honest I did not take these.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114200093654359634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114200093654359634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114200093654359634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114200093654359634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/03/really-too-much-time.html' title='Really Too Much Time'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114200058105414922</id><published>2006-03-10T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T06:23:01.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures the Great Exit took....</title><summary type='text'>Don't ask why, it is better that way.... some people just have way too much time on there hands.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114200058105414922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114200058105414922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114200058105414922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114200058105414922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures-great-exit-took.html' title='Pictures the Great Exit took....'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114172409440772394</id><published>2006-03-07T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T01:34:54.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Fool Would Do...</title><summary type='text'>Once in a life time, if you are really lucky twice, some one comes along.  This some one is the person who you click with in the best possible way.   If you are a fool you fuck it up, thinking this was so easy, there must be more of such a sweet thing out there.  A fool would continue to do so, never treasuring what they had to begin with.  I am not a fool, though I have made mistakes, and yea </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114172409440772394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114172409440772394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114172409440772394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114172409440772394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-fool-would-do.html' title='What a Fool Would Do...'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114171069724318220</id><published>2006-03-06T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:51:37.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May be a while till I post again</title><summary type='text'>Not that I post all that much, but got to put my nose to the grind stone.  I am now gonna be working two jobs and I don't know when I will have time to write again.  One is actually a promising job with chances at promotions and raises and all that.  The other is not the best but hey if it gets me through the hard times, so be it.  For those of you who actually read this, if there are any, have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114171069724318220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114171069724318220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114171069724318220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114171069724318220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/03/may-be-while-till-i-post-again.html' title='May be a while till I post again'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114090955057455125</id><published>2006-02-25T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:19:11.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Ville</title><summary type='text'>How is it that everytime I can't sleep I end up coming here and making a new post?  I guess because my words are soothing enough that I can end up sleeping afterwards...that or I bore even myself to sleep.  So recently I had a conversation with someone that ended up keeping me up all night...don't get me wrong I am not bitching it was a very nice conversation.  However, the subject of food came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114090955057455125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114090955057455125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114090955057455125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114090955057455125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/02/sleepy-ville.html' title='Sleepy Ville'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114080997124413575</id><published>2006-02-24T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:01:45.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Date or Not To Date......</title><summary type='text'>If you have spent anytime reading my blog you know that I have been having some really hard times lately. Bad relationships, bad employment expierences, not looking all that great finacially, and just basiclly all around crap. I have started to get things back on track. I started a job working at Denny's as a waitress (just started this week so ask me next week if it is going well) and tomorrow I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114080997124413575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114080997124413575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114080997124413575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114080997124413575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-date-or-not-to-date.html' title='To Date or Not To Date......'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114059660562651077</id><published>2006-02-21T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:23:25.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling Thoughts of a Semi Psycho</title><summary type='text'>You know what I happen to love most about having a blog.  I can sit here and ramble, no one gets up and leaves(at least if the do I don't see it).  Not that I have a lot of expierence with that, really, I don't, I swear, everyone loves to hear me talk for hours about all the wierd wacky thoughts that just seem to come from no where in my mind, and yet still say nothing of importance.  Really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114059660562651077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114059660562651077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114059660562651077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114059660562651077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/02/rambling-thoughts-of-semi-psycho.html' title='Rambling Thoughts of a Semi Psycho'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-114016468396810630</id><published>2006-02-16T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T07:10:11.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Inside</title><summary type='text'>Depression is a disease.  Like cancer.  It has various stages in it, various degrees.  Sometimes medication works.  Sometimes it doesn't.  I know that a lot of doctors over medicate it, if you get just a twings they want to give you a pill to make it all better now.  Or "Hey why don't you go talk to this guy I know."  The truth about depression.  You feel all alone, in a room full of people, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/114016468396810630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=114016468396810630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114016468396810630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/114016468396810630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/02/monster-inside.html' title='Monster Inside'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113959202451155563</id><published>2006-02-10T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:47:00.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Central</title><summary type='text'>Lol.I had planned to write a big long blog about what was going on in my life.Truth is I don't want to.So here is the long and short of it.Boyfriend is an ass.  We broke up.  I moved to Oklahoma.  Unemployed again.  Car broke down.  Car got fixed.  Have an interview with the city for a job. There it is. Hope if you read this you are thrilled.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113959202451155563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113959202451155563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113959202451155563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113959202451155563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/02/update-central.html' title='Update Central'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113890892503987308</id><published>2006-02-02T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:00:01.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pussy cat</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113890892503987308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113890892503987308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113890892503987308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113890892503987308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/02/pussy-cat_02.html' title='pussy cat'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113772558422902629</id><published>2006-01-19T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T06:01:37.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>like font through the recycle bin..so are the days of yahoo messenger.... (exit the hero 2006)so i have this friend i like to call exit, many of you know him by his messenger name spleen. he tells me that i need to write in my blog more and not use things he has said so much, cause if i keep doing so he wants a percentage of the proceeds. i figure that maybe i should write a little of this great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113772558422902629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113772558422902629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113772558422902629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113772558422902629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/01/like-font-through-recycle-bin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113676161240897992</id><published>2006-01-08T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T15:06:52.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Definitions for you</title><summary type='text'>We`ve all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition for each is listed below ....GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"BALLS - is coming home late </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113676161240897992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113676161240897992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113676161240897992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113676161240897992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/01/few-definitions-for-you.html' title='Few Definitions for you'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113631979856341320</id><published>2006-01-03T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:23:42.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny How Life is</title><summary type='text'>Isn't it funny how life is, I swear God is playing with me sometimes.  That is unless you don't believe in God, then I guess you might think that is just life deal with it.  How is it you can do something and you think you are on your way, life is finnally starting to look up, and then bam! everything starts to go down again.  I know it takes work, but shit man, what if you are constantly working</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113631979856341320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113631979856341320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113631979856341320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113631979856341320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2006/01/funny-how-life-is.html' title='Funny How Life is'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113589841379304144</id><published>2005-12-29T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:28:07.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Ears</title><summary type='text'>Jorie says:wow so i am thinkingSPLEEN says:i had to pay the hooker with pennies also..she was upsetJorie says:i get my own placeSPLEEN says:what are you thinking?Jorie says:set up a spotSPLEEN says:where?SPLEEN says:reno?Jorie says:and start this web cam thingSPLEEN says:lolJorie says:no where i am till i make some good moneySPLEEN says:it could work..there is a big demand for that shitJorie says</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113589841379304144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113589841379304144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113589841379304144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113589841379304144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-ears.html' title='Little Ears'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113471591982966545</id><published>2005-12-15T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:53:07.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then....</title><summary type='text'>And then something like this comes along just when you think things are not gonna get any better for the day and make you laugh! Thank you honey for posting this on your blog and giving me a laugh.  http://hippie-n-more.com/archives/biology-101/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113471591982966545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113471591982966545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113471591982966545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113471591982966545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-then.html' title='And Then....'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113471502800900663</id><published>2005-12-15T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:46:21.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a Crying Shame....</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever just have a rough day and all you want to do is cry afterwards, and then you go home from that rough day at work and you can't cry? So then no matter what you do, you just want to cry whenever something goes wrong. You just feel like if you can get it out of your system then you can go on and get over it. Untill you get it out of your system you just can't knock off the bad mood. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113471502800900663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113471502800900663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113471502800900663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113471502800900663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-is-crying-shame.html' title='It is a Crying Shame....'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113459522138702234</id><published>2005-12-14T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:38:27.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reason!</title><summary type='text'>So buddy of mine and me went out drinking on Friday, I know that was a while ago, but I just talked to him today about it. Jorie says:so i guess i didnt make too much of an ass of myself when we went out...nothing in your blog about itBloodSpite says:Nah You were fine Had me worried a few times but nothing extravegentJorie says:what do you mean you were worried?Jorie says:about whatBloodSpite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113459522138702234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113459522138702234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113459522138702234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113459522138702234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-reason.html' title='No Reason!'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113445991832046659</id><published>2005-12-12T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:43:00.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up in Arkansas</title><summary type='text'>Growing up in a small town leaves you wondering about the big old world out there. I grew up in a small town in Oregon, wanting to live in a bigger town, at least one that you could order pizza delivery at. So when the time came I moved to Reno, NV, not to a huge town but one bigger than the one I grew up in.Reno, nice city, lots of homeless, drunk, druggies with gambling problems, and that is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113445991832046659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113445991832046659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113445991832046659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113445991832046659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2005/12/waking-up-in-arkansas.html' title='Waking up in Arkansas'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113440355551293787</id><published>2005-12-12T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:05:55.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too much Bah Humbug...not enough rum in the egg nog!This just goes to show that some peeps were too naughty as a little kid to get Santa to come visit them.  http://hippie-n-more.com/archives/santa-claus-a-scientific-perspective/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113440355551293787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113440355551293787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113440355551293787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113440355551293787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2005/12/too-much-bah-humbug.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113416349034146872</id><published>2005-12-09T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:27:50.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"GET IN THERE AND CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM!!!Or there will be no dessert till you do!"How many times as a child did we hear this.  I mean really, I knew where everything was at, and some of the things I didn't want to find, I knew where that was at too.  Now that I have kids, I have found myself saying the same things my mom did to me."Your not coming out of this room till it is clean!""Stop playing in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113416349034146872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113416349034146872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113416349034146872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113416349034146872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2005/12/get-in-there-and-clean-up-your-room-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19685440.post-113403698454668633</id><published>2005-12-08T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:31:06.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day....Oh Yay!</title><summary type='text'>So, I asked my boy why the hell should I make a blog? I mean if I do some one might read it and decide I really am nuts and I might no be able to break my way free this time. He says "Freedom of speech, Baby" I have been thinking of doing this for awhile. He has a blog and I really enjoy reading it. Plus I am thinking about going back to school and when you are older and thinking about going back</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/feeds/113403698454668633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19685440&amp;postID=113403698454668633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113403698454668633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19685440/posts/default/113403698454668633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-sane-psycho.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-first-dayoh-yay.html' title='My First Day....Oh Yay!'/><author><name>Jorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07275126936742941901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
