<?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-6805571414263245134</id><updated>2012-01-03T08:55:29.723-05:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='weather'/><category term='JD'/><category term='Steve'/><category term='California'/><category term='guilty pleasures'/><category term='brother'/><category term='gym'/><category term='Nadia'/><category term='Alex'/><category term='Chris'/><category term='Vivian'/><category term='Sugarloaf'/><category term='flying'/><category term='gitwyib'/><category term='Jordana'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='DUH'/><category term='Al-Anon'/><category term='joke of the day'/><category term='tv'/><category term='dating'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='gtkm'/><category term='AleBaBa'/><title type='text'>Oh, for the love...</title><subtitle type='html'>Blurbs about all the things I love...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7857265713116365378</id><published>2008-03-03T15:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:07.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycotting VS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;DISCLAIMER: I am going to talk about bras and the search for them. Read at your own risk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to start by saying I'm boycotting Victoria's Secret. It's the only store I've ever shopped in that actually causes me dislike myself and my boobs. It's a bra store, right? So you would think they would carry an assortment of bras... not just several styles of pretty bras, but lots of pretty bras in various sizes. When the girl measured me the first thing she said was "we don't have anything in &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;size... You'll have to try this size." I say "oh, super"... she brings me 4 of the ugliest gran&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R8xr2AQP_HI/AAAAAAAAASM/VT3yHs3JZE0/s1600-h/cones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173628647467121778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R8xr2AQP_HI/AAAAAAAAASM/VT3yHs3JZE0/s200/cones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ny type bras - granted I've seen uglier, but these were bad! I'm in VICTORIA'S SECRET for crying out loud! Where are the "sexy" bras they advertise? Because these were NOT them! They had big fat straps and 4 hooks in the back, if you could have seen the routine I was going through to put these things on! Finally get the first one on - surprise! It doesn't fit... the next one, same, the 3rd one same. With the 4th one I had some luck at least it fit, however I had no interest in looking like Madonna with cones on my chest - and for $48 no less. It was &lt;em&gt;too much!!&lt;/em&gt; ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From there it was off to Lane Bryant... where I should have gone to begin with. Sure enough, I walk right in, they have the style I like, I picked 2, tried them on and they fit perfectly. Lucky me - buy 1 get 1 half off!! 2 for $50 heck of a deal! Started to feel a little bit better about myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7857265713116365378?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7857265713116365378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7857265713116365378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7857265713116365378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7857265713116365378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2008/03/boycotting-vs.html' title='Boycotting VS'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R8xr2AQP_HI/AAAAAAAAASM/VT3yHs3JZE0/s72-c/cones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-1575730815773045493</id><published>2008-02-28T16:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:07.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>how time flies... I can't believe my last post was over a month ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Alexandra Alder!! My sweet little niece turns 1 today! Happy Birthday to the Wasband and Happy Anniversary to Dad &amp;amp; Sue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quickly sum up the last month: I have a new job and I am LOVING it! I am being challenged - and it feels really good. I spend A LOT of time in the car 812 miles on Blue Dart in a 2 week period... and that's just work miles. She keeps going strong... that little car has 188,000 miles on it! Not bad for a 1998 Subaru Legacy Wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD and I getting along great and discussing the next step in our relationship. We are ab&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R8cyR8Y78BI/AAAAAAAAASE/P48c09N0VOg/s1600-h/volcano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172157980908187666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R8cyR8Y78BI/AAAAAAAAASE/P48c09N0VOg/s200/volcano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;le to communicate with each other and for the first time in a relationship I am able to say what I need to in a reasonable amount of time. For example, in the past when I would get irked about stuff and I would hold it in for weeks or even months - like the pressure in a volcano and then I would EXPLODE!! The Wasband can back me up on this one... In fact, I had to institute a code between he and I - the sign for "time out" like in sports. That was his code to me I had completely lost my cool and needed a time out (yes, much like a 2 year old having a tantrum). I would try not to let these episodes happen, but inevitably they would. I won't kid myself into thinking they NEVER happen now - but fortunately for JD he gets little bursts of steam instead of the massive volcanic eruptions of my past. Of course it helps that he really listens to what I have to say and pays attention when I talk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family have been asking about Sweet Vivian and I want to let you all know she continues to do well with her treatments. I am amazed and inspired by her strength, she kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wrap this up with a typical Adrienne moment... This morning I was in Saco for a training that started at 9:00 as I neared the Bored (hahaha BOARD) Room I could tell that the session had already started, doors are shut and I can see something on the screen through the crack in the door... I'm thinking to myself, crap! I can't believe I'm late - my watch still says 5 minutes, so I very quickly open the door, and sneak into a seat against the wall. It's then that I actually look around at who's in the training, and I recognize only 1 person... the president and CEO of Sweetser, Carl Pendleton and realize everyone is staring at me. I say to Carl - "I'm in the wrong meeting, huh?" I got a terse nod and I quickly excused myself. When I got out into the reception area I asked the Admin, "um... clearly that isn't the HR training I was supposed to be in, where is it?" She said "OH NO... Did you go in the Board Room!?" Anyway, I was in the right town - but I should have been on the campus not in the admin building. I am still laughing about it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-1575730815773045493?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1575730815773045493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=1575730815773045493' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/1575730815773045493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/1575730815773045493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R8cyR8Y78BI/AAAAAAAAASE/P48c09N0VOg/s72-c/volcano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8967684897494437680</id><published>2008-01-23T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:36:24.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the boss?</title><content type='html'>I know it's been several weeks since I last posted... I have so much rolling around in my head and didn't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting news - after 7+ years of dedication at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sweetser&lt;/span&gt; I have a new job! AT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SWEETSER&lt;/span&gt;! I am the new &lt;em&gt;Administrative Supervisor&lt;/em&gt; sounds fancy, right? I will be supervising somewhere between 10-12 Administrative Support staff (the job I have been doing for the last 7+ years). I will be on the road 4 days a week visiting sites from Sanford to Wilton. For those of you not familiar with the state that is about a 100 miles from each end of my coverage area. I am so excited about this challenge!  I know the expectations for me are really high - both from my new supervisor and myself... I imagine it will be really stressful at times, however I thrive in that environment more than I do the stagnant one I have been in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so bored at my job - but not enough to look for another one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;   I've had it really good here... I work with great people, the pay is okay, (or at least it was enough when I was married to someone making a lot more than I was - not so much now that I am supporting myself) amazing benefits, the ability to come and go as I please, etc.  But it has been pretty much the same thing forever... I am thrilled to be doing something new and still be with the same organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was offered the job yesterday, I countered their offer this morning, they came back with a number we could both agree on, I accepted and I start MONDAY!? Jeez - talk about hitting the ground running...  Intensive training for a couple weeks, learning aspects of the job I haven't had to do (billing, client records, etc.) but need to know.  Then evaluations on all "my" staff and the list goes on and on... With such limited time left in my current position - I had better get to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to thank Viv, Lisa &amp;amp; Jami for reviewing my resume and helping me get it in top form. Special thanks to Bartlett who helped me negotiate my salary - I got more than I thought I would! You rule.  (a little dramatic, I know... but seriously would you expect less?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to celebrating this weekend - who's in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8967684897494437680?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8967684897494437680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8967684897494437680' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8967684897494437680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8967684897494437680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/whos-boss.html' title='Who&apos;s the boss?'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-1840105285540836020</id><published>2008-01-01T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:07.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>New Year's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear friends Nancy &amp;amp; Jason Riggs had their baby today, a little boy they named Levi James Riggs. He was 7 pounds, 1 ounce and 19" long. Of course he is adorable and is such a little sweetie. Congratulations to the proud parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R307KWpQWqI/AAAAAAAAARk/rFZkd73LEFU/s1600-h/Levi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151338597845064354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R307KWpQWqI/AAAAAAAAARk/rFZkd73LEFU/s200/Levi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R307TmpQWrI/AAAAAAAAARs/9zvTTqIN60I/s1600-h/Papa+Riggs+&amp;amp;+Levi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151338756758854322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R307TmpQWrI/AAAAAAAAARs/9zvTTqIN60I/s200/Papa+Riggs+%26+Levi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had quite the storm on New Year's Day - we got a foot of snow! I was informed that I had a little bit of "redneck" in me because I wanted to go with JD to plow... there is something so satisfying about seeing the big piles of snow and a clear driveway. I like jolt from the plow hitting the snow banks, I like to watch the snow swirl in front of the headlights... I like sitting in the cab of a warm truck when it's cold out and I really like spending time alone with JD. We both have so many friends it feels like there is always somewhere we are supposed to be or people we are supposed to be with, it's a bit of a treat when I get him to myself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-1840105285540836020?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1840105285540836020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=1840105285540836020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/1840105285540836020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/1840105285540836020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Year&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R307KWpQWqI/AAAAAAAAARk/rFZkd73LEFU/s72-c/Levi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8095738463713896541</id><published>2008-01-01T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:09.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the 2nd year in a row I spent New Year's Eve at Peter &amp;amp; Vivian's house. It was so fun!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a couple photo highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151329690082892258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R30zD2pQWeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/seTwEA0YPP0/s200/A+%26+JD+NYE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;JD &amp;amp; I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151333598503131778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R302nWpQWoI/AAAAAAAAARU/QP7mUBSQ7_c/s200/NYE+Girls+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151330145349425650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R30zeWpQWfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/See8i_5aUN4/s200/A+%26+Vi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Vivian with her sassy new short haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151330540486416914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R30z1WpQWhI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IhSy9OREdxs/s200/A+Shiloh+Karri+%26+Suz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shiloh, Karri, Suzanna &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151330750939814434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R300BmpQWiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vAVPgdXIa3c/s200/Fabrice+%26+Sandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Newlyweds: Sandy &amp;amp; Fabrice (Peter married them earlier in the day!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151330403047463426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R30ztWpQWgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4KeY7lrkVW0/s200/A+%26+Cory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cory &amp;amp; I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing you all a very happy 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8095738463713896541?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8095738463713896541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8095738463713896541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8095738463713896541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8095738463713896541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R30zD2pQWeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/seTwEA0YPP0/s72-c/A+%26+JD+NYE1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6601528873916927250</id><published>2007-12-28T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:37:19.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUH'/><title type='text'>Duh</title><content type='html'>I need to start a category of just DUH posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on my way to work I stopped at Dunkin Donuts to get a bagel... Too lazy to actually get out of the car - decide drive through.  Almost to the window to pick up my order and realize - I drove right by the speaker without placing an order!?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tgif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6601528873916927250?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6601528873916927250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6601528873916927250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6601528873916927250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6601528873916927250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/duh.html' title='Duh'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-3742070452941111101</id><published>2007-12-26T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:10.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a great Christmas! To keep it short - here are the highlights (in the order they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; not in order of importance)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas Eve with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blackstones&lt;/span&gt;: blueberry martinis, scallops (a.k.a. chicken of the sea), JD &amp;amp; I being told to get a room - without even touching each other! (too funny not to mention), the boys in their Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;, hide and seek/scream with the boys, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, watching Caleb clean up for Santa so "he doesn't trip", putting out cookies for Santa and carrots for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reindeer&lt;/span&gt;, Connor telling me "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R3UUoWpQWZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZKi3lUyIZ1A/s1600-h/Connor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149044432473971090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R3UUoWpQWZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZKi3lUyIZ1A/s200/Connor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R3UUu2pQWaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kwMSeCDFvQ8/s1600-h/Caleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149044544143120802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R3UUu2pQWaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kwMSeCDFvQ8/s200/Caleb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas Day: Morning with JD, Stone's Annual Christmas Party: opening presents with the St.Jeans while having a bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mary&lt;/span&gt; - it's tradition! Seeing all the St.Jean Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and babies of the cousins, fabulous food, LOTS of laughs. Talking to: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Donee&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Grandpa Rick, Meagan, Lauren and Dad (for about 2 seconds). Having The Mother come up, her meeting JD for the first time, cooking dinner at my house (group effort), talking to mom while I washed dishes, JD being a good sport and watching my favorite Christmas movie: Love Actually&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-3742070452941111101?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3742070452941111101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=3742070452941111101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3742070452941111101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3742070452941111101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-highlights.html' title='Christmas Highlights'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R3UUoWpQWZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZKi3lUyIZ1A/s72-c/Connor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-594138217649423897</id><published>2007-12-21T11:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:10.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2vxG2pQWXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MkH8rTQm7OA/s1600-h/winter-solstice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146472099250985330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2vxG2pQWXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MkH8rTQm7OA/s320/winter-solstice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Winter Solstice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy the days start to get longer starting tomorrow... Maine winters are long, dark and cold, it's nice to see a light at the end of the tunnel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-594138217649423897?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/594138217649423897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=594138217649423897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/594138217649423897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/594138217649423897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2vxG2pQWXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MkH8rTQm7OA/s72-c/winter-solstice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2876730347098855690</id><published>2007-12-21T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:10.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy, a woman I work with brought in a present for me this morning... She wanted to watch me open it and had a HUGE smile on her face - and at the same time was slightly concerned that I might be offended. I knew we were off to a good start! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146435110992632146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2vPd2pQWVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x0atEvNDNjc/s320/spotted+dick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The good news is, it's microwaveable! Whatever the hell &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; is... does anyone know? We are guessing some sort of cake with raisins... Has anyone had it? Amy found it at the grocery store in the "Ethnic Food" section and after a double take decided she had to buy it for SOMEONE... I'm so glad she thought of me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2876730347098855690?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2876730347098855690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2876730347098855690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2876730347098855690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2876730347098855690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2vPd2pQWVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/x0atEvNDNjc/s72-c/spotted+dick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-4508193989573446879</id><published>2007-12-18T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:48:52.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Rico Tubbs</title><content type='html'>Rico just passed away... godspeed big buddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve posted a &lt;a href="http://southboundsaint.blogspot.com/2007/12/rico-tubbs.html"&gt;tribute&lt;/a&gt; to the Fatty on his blog and does a very good job describing His Bigness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the phone calls and e-mails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-4508193989573446879?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4508193989573446879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=4508193989573446879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4508193989573446879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4508193989573446879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/rip-rico-tubbs.html' title='R.I.P. Rico Tubbs'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7156154475573683342</id><published>2007-12-18T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:10.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2fqIWpQWUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FumN5HMtvEE/s1600-h/new+bedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145338528532552002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2fqIWpQWUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FumN5HMtvEE/s320/new+bedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple weeks ago I ordered new bedding from Overstock.com... LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the fact that I could make a pretty major purchase like that and not have to ask the opinion of anyone else :) This picture doesn't do it justice because the colors aren't right... The spread is a brown velvety type of fabric and the sheets are blush pink! So cute! I am tempted to paint the bedroom blush pink to match, but somehow I don't think my landlord would be overly thrilled with my color choice, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7156154475573683342?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7156154475573683342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7156154475573683342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7156154475573683342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7156154475573683342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-bedding.html' title='New Bedding'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2fqIWpQWUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FumN5HMtvEE/s72-c/new+bedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-3913609874618763608</id><published>2007-12-18T10:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:21:21.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Rico Update</title><content type='html'>Steve called last night to let me know that Rico has made significant improvement since the morning.  His kidneys were failing, but now he is on medication and an IV... hopefully this will help the big buddy get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an emotional roller coaster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-3913609874618763608?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3913609874618763608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=3913609874618763608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3913609874618763608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3913609874618763608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/rico-update.html' title='Rico Update'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-1346180297221895403</id><published>2007-12-18T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:11.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Oh no!  SNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2foZGpQWTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mt42oWUf6YM/s1600-h/snow+12-17-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145336617272105266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2foZGpQWTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mt42oWUf6YM/s320/snow+12-17-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday we got a lot of snow - almost a foot! The snow then turned to sleet/freezing rain... what joy. The ice barrier at the end of my driveway was daunting to say the least. I had to hack at the ice layer before I could shovel the powder underneath! I was a little over 1/2 way done shoveling when my girlfriend Gail's husband Dougie drove by and said "We have a plow" I responded with, "why yes you do and it's lovely" he said, "scoot over - we'll finish" and he did! He even took a big swipe in front of the steps where the snow/ice was even taller! What a doll :) I should have taken a picture of what it looked like when it was done - but it was dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-1346180297221895403?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1346180297221895403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=1346180297221895403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/1346180297221895403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/1346180297221895403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-sunday-we-got-lot-of-snow-almost.html' title='Oh no!  SNOW!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2foZGpQWTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mt42oWUf6YM/s72-c/snow+12-17-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6478137027993176418</id><published>2007-12-17T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:20:36.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Rico Tubbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Steve called me this morning to tell me his &lt;a href="http://southboundsaint.blogspot.com/2007/11/rico-beans.html"&gt;big buddy&lt;/a&gt; is being put down today. We've had this cat for almost 10 years... Rico Tubbs made the trek with us from Utah to Maine in the back of a pickup truck (there was a cap on it). What an adventure that was for him - and us! While en route we stopped in Philly to see Cory. We were driving on back roads that were very curvy and at some point during that portion of the trip his bigness (Rico) decides to do his business but partially misses the box! When we got to Cory's house Steve had to cut some of the fat stuff's hair and hose him off in the shower because of the mess!! So gross! Taking care of the cat's business was always Steve's job and he did it well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart breaks for Steve, he loves that cat so much. Putting Boots down a couple years ago was traumatic enough, but at least we had each other and got to say good-bye to her... Even though I haven't lived with the fatty fatty 2 x 4 for several months, knowing he is gone and I didn't get to say good-bye is harder than I thought it would be...  Thank you, to Diane (Steve's friend who has been taking care of Rico) for looking after the big guy and for doing what has to be done... that job sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Rico Tubbs a.ka. 20 lbs of hairy love, his bigness, Bikos, the Fat Effer, Fatty Fatty 2 x 4, Biko Bikofski the Russian kitty, Chinese cook and many others that I am sure will come to me later today... You'll be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6478137027993176418?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6478137027993176418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6478137027993176418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6478137027993176418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6478137027993176418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/rico-tubbs.html' title='Rico Tubbs'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7074716590662036277</id><published>2007-12-16T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:11.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JD'/><title type='text'>Oh Deer!</title><content type='html'>To really appreciate this story you probably need to know JD (that would be the guy with the codename &lt;em&gt;DD - &lt;/em&gt;we've moved beyond code names :D). JD lives in a somewhat rural area that has a lot of deer. He's hit 1 deer with his truck and has had 3 deer hit his truck... how does that happen? I didn't think it was possible until we were driving one night and out from a field comes a deer... it's running next to the truck then THUMP - it turned INTO the truck putting a good size dent in the rear diver's side panel. I've never seen anything like it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night on our way to dinner JD was driving my car. Out of nowhere there's a loud thump on the passenger's side in the back... I didn't see anything but JD said he thought he saw a deer come from the woods... super. We get to dinner, I look at the car and don't see anything. Sunday while we were out and about JD looks at the car and says, "um, Adrienne... I thought you said we didn't hit anything?" I answered "I didn't see anything - why is there a big dent?" "Not really a dent..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144952385202837698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2aK72pQWMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/76aeNw4kW2E/s320/oh+deer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, that's deer fur. Apparently I am officially a redneck (thank you, Nicki!) because I left the hair there until I could take a picture of it. :) No new dents in Blue Dart! She's little tank, I tell ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7074716590662036277?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7074716590662036277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7074716590662036277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7074716590662036277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7074716590662036277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-deer.html' title='Oh Deer!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2aK72pQWMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/76aeNw4kW2E/s72-c/oh+deer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5015763844987794217</id><published>2007-12-14T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:21:16.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex'/><title type='text'>Sweet Victory</title><content type='html'>I am not a good bowler - in fact I am quite proud of the fact that I am not. There is no shame in admitting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years the St.Jean clan would go bowling on Thanksgiving. It was always SO much fun! And without fail every year I would have the lowest score... again, nothing I was ashamed of. One year Cousin Jeff mentioned how happy he was that Steve and I were married because now there was a bowler that was even worse than him - Thanks Cousin Jeff! ;-) Another year Jack (who was 4 at the time) was bragging about how he beat Adrienne! In my defense he had bumpers... The most recent bowling humiliation was suffered at the hands of the nephew Alex who kicked my butt! I don't think I broke 50 on that game! He beat Steve too, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine how &lt;strong&gt;shocked&lt;/strong&gt; I was when we went bowling last night and I actually WON!!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Not only did I break my previous high score of 48 - I bowled a 125!! And I wasn't with bad bowlers! One of the guys we were with bowls so often he has his own shoes and balls!? Granted he hasn't bowled in over six months while he was on deployment, but still! I tried to take pictures of the score board, but it was too far away... I have a print out if anyone wants to see it, I would be happy to make copies and mail it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet taste of victory lingers on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5015763844987794217?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5015763844987794217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5015763844987794217' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5015763844987794217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5015763844987794217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-not-good-bowler-in-fact-i-am-quite.html' title='Sweet Victory'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8548297711158754110</id><published>2007-12-13T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:42:01.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUH'/><title type='text'>Big Duh</title><content type='html'>This morning as I was headed to the gym I started having a little asthma attack. I usually get flare-ups when it gets cold (I think the teens/single digits qualifies as cold). I pulled out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;huffer&lt;/span&gt; (inhaler) and took a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' pull off it and SUCKED THE CAP INTO MY MOUTH! Those things should have warning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;labels&lt;/span&gt;! Just kidding - they probably do. The inhaler I had in my purse didn't have a cap and that's the one I was used to using. The replacement DID have a cap - and I wasn't used to it. I had to pull over I was so freaked out. The thoughts rushing through my head - the headline in the paper "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dumbass&lt;/span&gt; Woman Chokes to Death on Inhaler Cap" or "Big Dope Inhales Inhaler Cap" and the like... It was 4:45am - I was on a back road and should that thing have stuck I can't imagine how/if I would have gotten it out! I'm I won't do it again - however I have tossed the cap - just in case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8548297711158754110?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8548297711158754110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8548297711158754110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8548297711158754110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8548297711158754110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-duh.html' title='Big Duh'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6979826526758816634</id><published>2007-12-13T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:11.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JD'/><title type='text'>My JD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2agWmpQWOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3osxt0dkNS0/s1600-h/A+&amp;amp;+JD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144975934508521698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2agWmpQWOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3osxt0dkNS0/s320/A+%26+JD2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm 34 years old... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;boyfriend sounds silly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I refer to him as my JD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6979826526758816634?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6979826526758816634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6979826526758816634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6979826526758816634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6979826526758816634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-jd.html' title='My JD'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2agWmpQWOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3osxt0dkNS0/s72-c/A+%26+JD2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7552064300980698312</id><published>2007-12-02T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:51:03.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREEN KNIGHT RULES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Friday after Thanksgiving we had family pictures taken... and it was relatively painless - pretty amazing considering how many of us there were! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After pictures we went to Corinne's house for lunch and a little birthday party for Xavier. From there we went to &lt;a href="http://www.medievaltimes.com/"&gt;Medieval Times&lt;/a&gt;. What a riot! I had no idea what I was in for when we arrived... The stadium is broken down into sections, each section has a knight to cheer for. We were given paper crowns and being the sucker I am, I bought a little plastic green flag to help me cheer even louder. Lauren and I sat next to each other and created quite a scene. We yelled so loud we were horse! The (wicked handsome) Green Knight kissed a flower and tossed it to me - although it fell a little short and the lady in front of me picked it up - as if she didn't know it was meant for ME! hehe Our knight won but was attacked at the very end by the bad guy.  It was all very dramatic.  It was fun to be a place where you eat with your hands (there is no silverware) and are encouraged to be as loud as you can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's fun to be part of a huge family... especially one that gets along and likes spending time together. Sometimes it's hard to be so far away - but it makes the times I visit that much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7552064300980698312?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7552064300980698312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7552064300980698312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7552064300980698312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7552064300980698312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/green-knight-rules.html' title='THE GREEN KNIGHT RULES!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-687325879665347049</id><published>2007-12-01T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:33:40.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gtkm'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Maryland</title><content type='html'>This year I had Thanksgiving with my Dad, Sue and siblings for the first time in 17 years! We were all together - Tom was home (safely, thank God) from Iraq, Jordan was home from her mission, I was home from Maine, Sarah from Vegas and Lauren from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;! Meagan, Corinne &amp;amp; Chris are local :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the first Thanksgiving I (we) haven't hosted in 5 or 6 years... It was a good transition considering the circumstances... although I missed my St. Jean family and the good times we've had. It was weird not to have the stress... staying up late the night before making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;place cards&lt;/span&gt;, washing the serving dishes, etc., making a plan with Steve of who was going to do what the next day.  Arguing about who was doing more, who was going to make coffee Thanksgiving morning to get the ball rolling, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; - good times, huh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wasband&lt;/span&gt;? ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It has been quite a year, a lot has changed... most of all - me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am thankful for a loving family and amazing friends who support me and stand by me. I am thankful to have a job and a home. I am grateful for the challenges I have been given that have made me a stronger person... I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; blessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-687325879665347049?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/687325879665347049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=687325879665347049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/687325879665347049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/687325879665347049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanksgiving-in-maryland.html' title='Thanksgiving in Maryland'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-915735624989593472</id><published>2007-11-30T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:07:46.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><title type='text'>VEGAS BABY!</title><content type='html'>While I was in California a couple months ago, my friend Chad suggested that I join them for Johnette's 35&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party in Vegas. I replied with while that does sound lovely, this trip I am on right now is going to be it for my vacations this year he said, don't worry about it! I will cash in some frequent flier miles and the rooms are already paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diggity&lt;/span&gt; dog! Who passes &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;up!? NOT ME! So off to Vegas I went! Of course I have no pictures because as you well know: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas! That's not really why, I just kept forgetting to bring my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there we saw &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Swardson"&gt;Nick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Swardson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamie_Kennedy"&gt;Jamie Kennedy&lt;/a&gt; (comedians), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Rock"&gt;Chris Rock&lt;/a&gt; (comedian) and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spamalot"&gt;Spam-a-Lot&lt;/a&gt;. I couldn't have imagined a better time! We ate at fabulous restaurants: &lt;a href="http://www.wynnlasvegas.com/"&gt;Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boulud&lt;/span&gt; at the Wynn&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://n9ne-las-vegas.n9negroup.com/"&gt;N9NE at the Palms&lt;/a&gt;. I had so much fun! Thank you to everyone: Chad, Danny, Johnette, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Donyele&lt;/span&gt;, Dave and Curtis for a weekend I'll never forget! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-915735624989593472?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/915735624989593472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=915735624989593472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/915735624989593472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/915735624989593472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/11/vegas-baby.html' title='VEGAS BABY!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-4989473211106935853</id><published>2007-11-30T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:04:43.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gtkm'/><title type='text'>New Beginning Celebration Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w218.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s218.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/AStJean1973/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9eb12a8b.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: right; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: right; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally I have a little slide show from my New Beginning Celebration back on 10/11. I am so fortunate to have these wonderful women - and so many others who couldn't be there - who love me and have supported me through one of the most challenging experiences of my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You may need to click "view show"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-4989473211106935853?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4989473211106935853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=4989473211106935853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4989473211106935853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4989473211106935853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-beginning-celebration-photos.html' title='New Beginning Celebration Photos'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2604964535499999365</id><published>2007-11-11T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:42:26.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Another one (two) bites the dust...</title><content type='html'>At one point I was seeing 3 guys. I had been open with all of them - making it clear I wasn't ready for a committed relationship and that I was seeing other people and obviously they should feel free to do the same. I am weeding them out... a rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Massage Boy&lt;/em&gt; who I haven't written about yet (it was a new thing) was very taken with me. A little TOO taken with me for the 2 dates we went on. We had talked on the phone and e-mailed for weeks... but it was still early friends stage at the most. The last time we met up he said he wanted to be more than friends and I told him that wasn't a possibility. We decided it would be best if we didn't see each other anymore. In addition to being a massage therapist, he works part-time at the civic center doing security. This past Sunday &lt;em&gt;DD&lt;/em&gt; and I went to a Pirates (hockey) game and as luck would have it&lt;em&gt;, Massage Boy&lt;/em&gt; was working the section we were sitting in. Here is a transcript of our text message exchange - while AT the game, sitting next to &lt;em&gt;DD&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MB: A picture online with you and a guy hurt. You sitting there all cuddly is killing me. I don't deserve that. I feel sick to my stomach. Thanks for that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: I'm sorry. I was up front with you and you knew the situation going into "it". It was never my intention to hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MB: Whatever. You know i work here. You could avoid it. My tears weren't fake. I was falling in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think we are in a "myspace" fight... although not really because I refuse to engage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was &lt;em&gt;Pepaw. &lt;/em&gt;I thought about calling him dimples because he has nice ones, but I kept going back to &lt;em&gt;Pepaw&lt;/em&gt;. It's a term from my favorite gossip site &lt;a href="http://www.dlisted.com/"&gt;D Listed&lt;/a&gt; and it refers to a hot older man who may or may not be a grandpa... this one happens to be a grandpa... I can't believe I went out with a grandpa! The age thing didn't really bother me - he's 14 years older than I am which isn't a huge deal. He is smart, successful, handsome and polite... as Bartlett would say: he "looks good on paper" but I just wasn't feeling it with him. The last time we went out he went in for a kiss - he got my cheek... he hasn't called since. If he does we'll have to have the "I'm-just-not-that-into-you" talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves &lt;em&gt;DD&lt;/em&gt;. He is still so sweet and thoughtful. He is patient with me and where I am in my life right now... he's even good with my crazy, in fact he's started calling me his "little crazy cakes" he doesn't know the 1/2 of it... hahaha I am trying to be cautious, use my head as well as my heart, however that is proving to be harder than I thought it would be. I am totally smitten&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2604964535499999365?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2604964535499999365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2604964535499999365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2604964535499999365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2604964535499999365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/11/heartbreaker.html' title='Another one (two) bites the dust...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-4124855565446158225</id><published>2007-11-05T05:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:38:39.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>"Know that you have to be happy with yourself before you can ever be happy with someone else. And that your value doesn't come through anyone or anything. Your value is because of who you are" ~ Ashley Judd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DD &lt;/em&gt;and I had a great dinner on Thursday and talked about what we needed to - well, I talked, he listened and said he would be patient with me. He is divorced (for years now) and remembers what it was liked when it was new. He continues to be a total gentleman never pushing me, just being sweet and thoughtful. Saturday night we went out with my girlfriends (he was the DD); Sunday we went for a motorcycle ride (the last of the season I am sure, it was pretty cold) and watched the Patriots game at a friends house. When I was getting ready to go home Sunday night I had a mini-meltdown... I think it's much to early to let the crazy out, hahaha... then again why wait? He should know what he could potentially be in for. We talked through most of it then I headed home... I am starting to feel like instead of becoming more stable - I am becoming less stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling very discombobulated about my living situation... I feel like I can't stop talking about it. I'm like a homeless person living out of my car. I am so grateful to have so many friends that offer me places to stay until I can be in the house... Perfect example of why I can't live in the same house with Steve: This morning I went home to get ready for the gym. He stayed home sick today and when I came in I woke him up. He came downstairs, and without even thinking about it, went to the bathroom with the door open!? WE AREN'T GIRLFRIENDS! WE AREN'T MARRIED!! WE DON'T EVEN LIVE TOGETHER ANYMORE!! CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR! I was irked. I would really like to think it was because he was sick and very tired... doped up on cold medicine maybe? Ugh... lovely way to start my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved on - no longer irked.  Steve apologized :)  Good wasband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-4124855565446158225?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4124855565446158225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=4124855565446158225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4124855565446158225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4124855565446158225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/11/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6502372029382706614</id><published>2007-11-01T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:38:25.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>New Favorite</title><content type='html'>That is a song by Allison Krauss that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am referring to &lt;em&gt;DD&lt;/em&gt;. I can't remember the last time I felt this conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start by offering the disclaimer: I know I am not emotionally ready to be in a relationship... I know I have only been divorced for weeks... only been separated for 7 months... with the same man for 10 years. I have been dating a lot, meeting lots of guys, some of them really nice and fun to be with... Then along comes this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before has someone been so sweet to me or been so clear and up front about how interested they are in me. I won't lie, it's flattering! Who doesn't want to hear how wonderful they are? I like how he will give me kisses on my forehead in front of his mother and friends. He sends me text messages telling me he misses me when he can't see me... telling me how lucky he is to know me. I've never had a guy say that stuff to me or be so happy to be with me. I like that he listens when I talk. That he is willing to go out with 5 of my girlfriends that he hasn't met because it's what I wanted to do and he wanted to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, it feels like it is happening too fast... we have seen each other 13 out of the last 15 days! Tonight we are having dinner and I have to tell him that we need to slow down - A LOT... and I am dreading it. I don't want to hurt his feelings and I don't want to push him away... I also want to make sure I am not using him as a rebound. That we are building a solid friendship as a base for something more down the road if we go that route... The time we are spending together reminds me a lot of how Steve and I started - hot, heavy and &lt;em&gt;FAST&lt;/em&gt;... I don't want a repeat of that... (no offense, Wasband).  I really like this guy... I just need to make sure I am not getting carried away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6502372029382706614?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6502372029382706614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6502372029382706614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6502372029382706614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6502372029382706614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-favorite.html' title='New Favorite'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6054281178991236373</id><published>2007-10-31T05:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:12.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jordana'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Ryh-tsrHq1I/AAAAAAAAANs/3__er0FYD2s/s1600-h/Angel+&amp;amp;+Devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127487499312540498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Ryh-tsrHq1I/AAAAAAAAANs/3__er0FYD2s/s200/Angel+%26+Devil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is Jordana (also known as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wifey&lt;/span&gt;) and I on our way to a Halloween party last Saturday night.  The parties were a tad lame, but we had fun regardless - we always do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6054281178991236373?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6054281178991236373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6054281178991236373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6054281178991236373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6054281178991236373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Ryh-tsrHq1I/AAAAAAAAANs/3__er0FYD2s/s72-c/Angel+%26+Devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-1236086753486468555</id><published>2007-10-28T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:09:38.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex'/><title type='text'>It's Too Much!</title><content type='html'>(that title is for you Viv)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little (putting it mildly) stressed about my living situation. I decided to move back into the house... felt like a great decision at the time. Steve will pay 1/2 the mortgage I will pay the other 1/2 and the utilities... I don't have to move so that is a stress reliever. However the plans have changed. Not Steve's fault and I don't want to come across like I am blaming him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to leave on 11/5. I moved into the house this past weekend and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wasband&lt;/span&gt; was very helpful... over lunch he informed me that departure date is not happening. It's looking like it will be closer to the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - that's if everything goes according to plan (when does it ever?) I had already been planning on staying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lewiston&lt;/span&gt; with Alex (outlaw nephew) while Lise &amp;amp; Greg (outlaws) are in Italy - through 11/5. Sweet deal for me, a place to stay - a NICE place to stay and a little bit of time with one of my favorite nephews. I was all set to be back in the house on the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, whether Steve was ready to go or not. He was going to stay with a friend. Now THAT fell through. It was suggested that we stay at the house together - um no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we are getting along better than ever. Yes we talk almost every day; but no, I do not want to live with him again - and I am sure he doesn't want to live with me either, we were just trying to figure out how we can both be happy until he goes.  So now I live out of a suitcase thinking of what friends I can beg a couch off 0f.  Thankfully I am gone quite a bit in November, so that helps... you are wondering why he isn't finding a place to stay?  I offered to stay elsewhere so I wouldn't have to pay rent :)  I am putting that off for as long as possible, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-1236086753486468555?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1236086753486468555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=1236086753486468555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/1236086753486468555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/1236086753486468555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-too-much.html' title='It&apos;s Too Much!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5808843418737706191</id><published>2007-10-24T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:41:21.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Dates, Dates and More Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"It takes a mighty good man to be better than no man at all." ~ Dixie Carter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the truth!?  My dating life lately has been interesting to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am no longer seeing &lt;em&gt;The Fisherman&lt;/em&gt; since neither one of us have called each other in 2 weeks... I would say it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fizzled&lt;/span&gt; out and I am happy I didn't have to have a discussion about not seeing each other anymore, clearly he felt the same way!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend &lt;em&gt;Boston&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;was supposed to come up... I don't think I have written about him.  At first I didn't want to jinx it by talking about it too much but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blatantly&lt;/span&gt; obvious he just isn't that into me.  When we are together we have a really good time.  He is an excellent host/tour guide in Boston and we go to great places... however I think for him out of sight, out of mind is a factor.  He doesn't see me often so he forgets about me?  I don't know... I was holding out hope because we have known each other for a couple years, knows a lot of my friends and is fun to be with.  When he was up here the last time he commented on how much weight I had lost (not really that much, but I love that he noticed).  In Boston we were getting ready to go to dinner, I was wearing a fabulous dress and when we were on the elevator he said "seriously, how much weight have you lost" with a bit of concern in his voice and I told him, it's only been 18 pounds or so he responded with "Well, I don't think you should loose anymore, you are perfect just the way you are"  Maybe you had to be there, but the way he said it - I almost started crying.  Do you know how long I have waited to have a man say that to me?  My whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;' life!  In any event, he sent me an e-mail saying he was coming up this past weekend and either decided not to come or decided not to call while he was here.  His loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 10/11 the night of my "New Beginnings" celebration (still need to post pics) at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MJ's&lt;/span&gt; I saw a handsome guy sitting at the bar by himself... I thought it was odd.  Why sit there alone?  Our eyes met a couple times - but it wasn't the time to be talking to guys so I moved along.  Later  saw one of my friends - Nicki - from the party talking to him.  Turns out he was her DD (designated driver).  I told her the next day I thought he was wicked cute, she said he thought the same thing... &lt;a href="http://www.jamiream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jami&lt;/a&gt; invited him the following week 10/18 to her going away and the super cute &lt;em&gt;DD&lt;/em&gt; showed :)    An interesting night to say the least... since then we have been seeing quite a bit of each other.  He is &lt;strong&gt;so sweet&lt;/strong&gt;... calls me, sends me text messages, asks me out often and wants to spend time with me... this must be what &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hes-Just-That-Into-Understanding/dp/068987474X"&gt;Greg &amp;amp; Liz were talking about&lt;/a&gt;... if a guy is into you - you'll know.  You won't have to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per Rick, my friends and MYSELF I am not ready for a serious relationship right now... I need to keep my options open.  With that in mind, I have another date tonight with a guy that I don't yet have a codename for.  I met him through a couple that Steve and I introduced... funny, huh?  He is very smart, handsome and quite a bit older than I am (more than 10 years).  It will be interesting to see if we are on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more, but I feel like this post is already long enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5808843418737706191?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5808843418737706191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5808843418737706191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5808843418737706191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5808843418737706191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/dates-dates-and-more-dates.html' title='Dates, Dates and More Dates'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7810408663285347312</id><published>2007-10-23T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:12.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gtkm'/><title type='text'>Rough Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rx3_TQz9FAI/AAAAAAAAANk/0lu-z0wccmU/s1600-h/wonderwoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124532657412969474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rx3_TQz9FAI/AAAAAAAAANk/0lu-z0wccmU/s200/wonderwoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week was tough. I am finally coming to the realization that I can't do everything... and it is painful.  Never before I have wanted to admit this.  I feel like I am failing... not at one thing in particular - just at life in general.  I have always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;considered&lt;/span&gt; myself a bit of a Wonder Woman and to not be able to do and deal with &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; is a lot harder than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick (therapist) suggested I look into a medication for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pms&lt;/span&gt; (I don't even want to give it capitol letters).  Great, I'm one of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; girls/women...  I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; noticed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pattern&lt;/span&gt;.  Every month I get SO emotional, so overwhelmed and so down.  I now acknowledge that it's normal for me to feel depressed right now.  I have been dealing with some pretty heavy life changes, and some other intense stuff... but I don't like being depressed!  I hate it.  It exhausts me - ah, that would be yet another sign of depression... the lack of interest in things that used to interest me... insomnia... I sound like a damn commercial for an anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;depressant&lt;/span&gt; - UGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I am back on an upward trend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7810408663285347312?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7810408663285347312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7810408663285347312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7810408663285347312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7810408663285347312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/rough-week.html' title='Rough Week'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rx3_TQz9FAI/AAAAAAAAANk/0lu-z0wccmU/s72-c/wonderwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-4659962108325917968</id><published>2007-10-19T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:25:44.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivian'/><title type='text'>Vivian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"There are always new, grander challenges to confront, and a true winner will embrace each one" ~ Mia Hamm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I picked that quote for Vivian who is one of my dearest friends. Not only is she a loving mother, wonderful wifey, and best friend - she is a fighter and a true winner. Viv has been diagnosed with breast cancer... and I know she will push through this "grand challenge" and be even stronger. The doctors are feeling optimistic about her prognosis since the cancer was found early... however, she is facing surgery and chemo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please send positive thoughts and pray for Vivian and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her thoughtfulness of others never ceases to amaze me. She has been a constant source of strength to me through one of the hardest times in my life... she is always an example of selflessness... I can't keep track of all the times she has altered her schedule for me, dropped what she was doing to have lunch with me because I needed to talk... Invited me into her home to spend time with them (Peter, Vivian &amp;amp; my surrogate niece Nadia). I love this woman and hope I can be there for her the way she has been there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-4659962108325917968?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4659962108325917968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=4659962108325917968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4659962108325917968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4659962108325917968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/vivian.html' title='Vivian'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7409051973920959786</id><published>2007-10-11T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:31:53.274-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Done Deal...</title><content type='html'>"I'm really demanding.  No girl really wants just a guy.  You want a prince.  You want Jesus.  So when he comes around and his name is like, Steve, what are you supposed to do?" ~ Macy Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cracked me up!  ESPECIALLY because she picked the name Steve.  Yesterday was the big day... I am officially a divorcee.  I don't think I like that term so much... I'm going to boycott it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a such a good morning.  We went to breakfast where we talked and laughed the whole time, went to court and then he changed the headlight in my car :)  Such a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wasband&lt;/span&gt;.  When we got in the courtroom there was a couple already seated at the tables in front of the judge and although they were sitting at 2 separate tables they had their backs turned to each other.  Steve and I sat down on the bench and he put his arm around me and started laughing and I said "if we don't stop getting along so well, the judge isn't going to grant us a divorce!"  I am so happy with how things are with us and how amicable we are.  He is my friend again and I hope it always stays that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in therapy earlier this week Rick asked if I had any regrets and I was able to honestly say no.  I wouldn't change the experiences I had because it has made me who I am.  I needed to go through that... as painful as it was at times it was also &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; good at times.  I know we have done the right thing and I have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; had second thoughts.  I also know that I will always love him, as a friend and as my first (and only) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wasband&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7409051973920959786?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7409051973920959786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7409051973920959786' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7409051973920959786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7409051973920959786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/done-deal.html' title='Done Deal...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6233985778732677969</id><published>2007-10-09T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:15.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><title type='text'>Nettie</title><content type='html'>My girlfriend Johnette (I call her Nettie - she calls me Adrie) and I have known each other since we were 11... there have been times where we didn't talk for years and yet when we were together it was like no time had passed at all... the sign of a true friendship. She lives in San Jose with Chad - another person I have known since I lived in California... there was a group of us with quite a history together, that ended fairly traumatically. Johnette and I were talking about the morning I was moved to Utah to live with my dad, step-mom and siblings... it never fails whenever we talk about it we cry... and of course it comes up often I won't get into it now, because I will cry - again. It's funny (kinda?) when I was in California I talked to my dad on the phone and I was telling him how beautiful it was there and he commented on the weather, the sun, the whole atmosphere of California and he said "it makes you wonder why you ever left" and I responded with, "um, we both &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; why I left... I think we remember pretty clearly why I left" I said it laughing and it still cracks me up... I think he was speaking in generic terms, like why would one leave California - not me specifically. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnette and Chad showed me some finer points of San Jose - we had so much fun. It has changed so much since I lived there... I remember the area they lived in being a little scary back then now it's all cleaned up and full of "luxury apartments/condos". I was able to meet some of their friends, Danny (Chad's boyfriend), Donyele and Katie (Johnette's friends) and they were all so sweet. Here are some photo highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first night we went to Goosetown to listen/watch kareokee it was a riot! I don't sing (for which everyone is thankful) but I love it when other people do! Pictured below are Johnette &amp;amp; I, Donyele &amp;amp; Mike, Katie &amp;amp; Donyele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw026wz9E9I/AAAAAAAAANM/ezFvMaifV38/s1600-h/A+&amp;amp;+Nettie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119808734553248722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw026wz9E9I/AAAAAAAAANM/ezFvMaifV38/s200/A+%26+Nettie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw03IQz9E_I/AAAAAAAAANc/AnJvym4EVPQ/s1600-h/Katie+&amp;amp;+D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119808966481482738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw03IQz9E_I/AAAAAAAAANc/AnJvym4EVPQ/s200/Katie+%26+D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119808816157627362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw02_gz9E-I/AAAAAAAAANU/i1MYEcZ2qa8/s200/D+%26+Mike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night we went to Hunters which was pretty crazy! Quite the hot spot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Johnette &amp;amp; I at Hunters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0rAwz9EuI/AAAAAAAAALU/rYFU6iRvVmE/s1600-h/A+&amp;amp;+Nettie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119795643492930274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0rAwz9EuI/AAAAAAAAALU/rYFU6iRvVmE/s200/A+%26+Nettie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0rEwz9EvI/AAAAAAAAALc/mX4zqU-3jRk/s1600-h/A+&amp;amp;+Nettie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119795712212407026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0rEwz9EvI/AAAAAAAAALc/mX4zqU-3jRk/s200/A+%26+Nettie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad &amp;amp; Danny at Hunters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119804512600396738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0zFAz9E8I/AAAAAAAAANE/l1NfW48uUMM/s200/Chad+%26+Danny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at Hunters we got to meet Hal Sparks from Talk Soup/Queer as Folk he was in town speaking at a fund raiser. He was so nice! I loved him on Talk Soup - haven't seen Queer as Folk yet. Not a big fan of the hair though - it looks much better short... not that he asked me... I wish he would... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0sgAz9EyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gG9hK2CtPWc/s1600-h/Hal+&amp;amp;+Blue+Dot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119797279875470114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0sgAz9EyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gG9hK2CtPWc/s200/Hal+%26+Blue+Dot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture I had just taken another one of him and he turned to Johnette to introduce himself and he said "hello, blue dot, I'm Hal Sparks" It was pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0sqAz9E0I/AAAAAAAAAME/wmqFsKyYkpc/s1600-h/Hal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119797451674161986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0sqAz9E0I/AAAAAAAAAME/wmqFsKyYkpc/s200/Hal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0suwz9E1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tQBBckn3AS0/s1600-h/Hal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119797533278540626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0suwz9E1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tQBBckn3AS0/s200/Hal3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119803584887460754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0yPAz9E5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/EV7HX4GNvlU/s200/Hal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Johnette, her friend Donyele and I still at Hunters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119798920552977266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw0t_gz9E3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/yiE1rWoT7dQ/s200/JDA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6233985778732677969?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6233985778732677969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6233985778732677969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6233985778732677969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6233985778732677969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/nettie.html' title='Nettie'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rw026wz9E9I/AAAAAAAAANM/ezFvMaifV38/s72-c/A+%26+Nettie3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2622401243212924609</id><published>2007-10-05T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:17.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><title type='text'>Humboldt County</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My next place to visit was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blocksburg&lt;/span&gt; in Humboldt County which was about 5 hours north of San Francisco. I had never been up there and it was amazing. Humboldt is known for a number of things, including the giant redwood trees, they were very impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv_fAz9EoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7dtRUx3ZXuE/s1600-h/redwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119466309695640194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv_fAz9EoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7dtRUx3ZXuE/s200/redwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv_kgz9EpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tGrXZfbFJiA/s1600-h/redwood2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119466404184920722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv_kgz9EpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tGrXZfbFJiA/s200/redwood2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blocksburg&lt;/span&gt; once I left Highway 101 was crazy! It was all hairpin turns, sharp curves, rough road and random cows! But look at that view! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwwCiwz9EsI/AAAAAAAAALE/vgIh2HKXT5w/s1600-h/Moo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119469672655033026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwwCiwz9EsI/AAAAAAAAALE/vgIh2HKXT5w/s200/Moo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwwCogz9EtI/AAAAAAAAALM/47iwdcco3mo/s1600-h/Hum+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119469771439280850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwwCogz9EtI/AAAAAAAAALM/47iwdcco3mo/s200/Hum+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blocksburg&lt;/span&gt; I stayed with my friend Jim (aka Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bandito&lt;/span&gt;) who I hadn't seen in since last summer. I know Jimmy from Maine and now he lives in California with some friends - Josh, Nicole, Josh's Dad Barry and Nicole's son Alex who is 7. It is quite the set up they have there. Jimmy had warned me it was very laid back and rustic... he wasn't kidding. They are living in a barn that they are in the process of converting to a house. Jimmy was kind enough to get the bathroom done before I got there so I wouldn't have to use the out house and sun shower. Such a good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119463977528398354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv9XQz9EhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yJEUZldazo8/s200/barn.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I have never been so off the map so to say. There was no TV, my phone had no reception... we were close to 45 from the nearest store. It was so peaceful, I kept saying "it's so quiet out here". The stars were incredible, I couldn't believe how many there were when you are that far from a city, I wish I had been able to take pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read an entire book (300+ pages) we hiked, toured the redwoods, talked and just hung out (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; "we could talk or not talk for hours" - who knows what movie that's from?). We ate food that they grew in the garden, all organic... and they even made an apple pie and brownies in a dutch oven! It was almost like camping! There isn't a stove in the house, just 2 burners hooked up to a propane tank. I have never prepared baked goods like that - jeez, I can barely cook &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; an oven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwwAIQz9EqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SxijAIMUrk4/s1600-h/ARedwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119467018365244066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwwAIQz9EqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SxijAIMUrk4/s200/ARedwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwwANQz9ErI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1CHFKdYNLhI/s1600-h/JRedwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119467104264590002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwwANQz9ErI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1CHFKdYNLhI/s200/JRedwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are with the trees... not the most flattering picture of me - but it's more important you see how big that tree trunk is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Shadow the Great Dane, he was SO sweet, he kept wanting to lean on me, but my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;allergies&lt;/span&gt; kept me from loving on him too much. There were also 8 Great Dane puppies that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; deleted the picture of, duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119464548759048818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv94gz9EnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vmxoFEXLeXA/s200/Shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as I enjoyed my time there - I was not cut out to be a full time hippie chick... When I first got there I think it was Josh that said, "oh, she is a girlie girl... let's see how long that lasts" :) I thought it was pretty funny and I think I adapted very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are the morning I left - not &lt;strong&gt;too &lt;/strong&gt;scary for 3+ days of no make-up, unwashed hair, the quickest showers ever and only using a mirror I to back the car up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119463771369968114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv9LQz9EfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Gjyh4Yh03zw/s200/A%26Jimmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2622401243212924609?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2622401243212924609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2622401243212924609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2622401243212924609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2622401243212924609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/humboldt-county.html' title='Humboldt County'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv_fAz9EoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7dtRUx3ZXuE/s72-c/redwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6914027882233627083</id><published>2007-10-01T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:17.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><title type='text'>Shoe Box on Wheels</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I took Meagan, Jon and AleBaBa to the airport in San Jose. It was so hard to see them go... Thank heaven I get to see them in a couple weeks... okay, closer to 6 weeks but it's better than 6 months :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting this because I can't get over this stupid car... I didn't have a choice for a rental, but the fact that someone would actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;buy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this is beyond me. I strongly disliked it! (hate seems to strong of an emotion for a car) We had been driving a Toyota 4Runner, but that was way more car than I needed for just me, and with all the driving I had planned I needed something a little more economical. This is what I got - a shoebox on wheels, aka a Chevy HHR (stands for Hideous Horrible Ride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119456255177200098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv2Vwz9EeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/H8NLjuxpRsY/s200/shoebox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would not be at all surprised to find out I had been running people off the road all over the state because of all the blind spots. I had to look &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the rear view mirror because the windshield was so small... it was a nightmare on my way to Blocksburg... I'll fill that in later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, because I am such a positive person and look for the best in all situations - here are the highlights of the shoebox: a sun roof and a stereo that had an aux adaptor so I could plug in my nano. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6914027882233627083?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6914027882233627083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6914027882233627083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6914027882233627083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6914027882233627083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/shoe-box-on-wheels.html' title='Shoe Box on Wheels'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv2Vwz9EeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/H8NLjuxpRsY/s72-c/shoebox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-3219878055610330430</id><published>2007-09-30T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:18.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><title type='text'>Monterey Bay Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.montereybayaquarium.org/"&gt;Monterey Bay Aquarium &lt;/a&gt;with Meagan's friend from high school Kelly, her husband and their little boy. My mother said we had been there before, but I don't remember it at all... no big surprise there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately the penguin exhibit was closed... I am sure a lot of you will remember how much I &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; penguins when I was younger... still have a little thing for them :) There were so many amazing exhibits, however I think my favorite part was the jellyfish. These in particular were so cool.  The color is what I found the most interesting... I don't know if it was the lighting that made them look orange - or if they were really orange, but the the contrast between the two colors is fascinating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119453497808196034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwvz1Qz9EcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HB8eypaHBQI/s320/MA3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-3219878055610330430?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3219878055610330430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=3219878055610330430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3219878055610330430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3219878055610330430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/monterey-bay-aquarium.html' title='Monterey Bay Aquarium'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwvz1Qz9EcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HB8eypaHBQI/s72-c/MA3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-842017473473153138</id><published>2007-09-29T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:18.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AleBaBa'/><title type='text'>AleBaBa</title><content type='html'>Thursday (9/27) I picked up Meagan, Jon and Alexandra at the San Jose airport and we headed to Monterey for the weekend. Meagan had a friend from high school getting married so I was going to get some quality one on one time with sweet Alex. I can't believe how much she has grown! She is so happy and such a pleasure to be around, I love her so much. I don't have good pictures from our time together... not sure why? But here are a couple I took while we were sitting on the bed in the hotel. I will get some others from Meagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwvwzAz9EWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QMGZjs0UpYM/s1600-h/AleBaBa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119450160618606946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwvwzAz9EWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QMGZjs0UpYM/s400/AleBaBa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwvw7Qz9EYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0Orb2XEFXe4/s1600-h/AleBaBa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119450302352527746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwvw7Qz9EYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0Orb2XEFXe4/s400/AleBaBa4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119450233633050994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwvw3Qz9EXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/c-9ltA5GQxM/s400/AleBaBa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119455052586357202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Rwv1Pwz9EdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4T3_yV3gDyU/s400/AleBaBa5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-842017473473153138?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/842017473473153138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=842017473473153138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/842017473473153138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/842017473473153138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/alebaba.html' title='AleBaBa'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwvwzAz9EWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QMGZjs0UpYM/s72-c/AleBaBa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-4796840126010818438</id><published>2007-09-27T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:20.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><title type='text'>Sausilito &amp; Shuffleboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed with Jasper and Nikki in Sausilito Wednesday night when I first got to California and Jasper got the job of entertaining me since Nikki had to work. Lucky for him I'm easily amused. He asked if I wanted to play &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Table_shuffleboard"&gt;shuffleboard&lt;/a&gt; - "like old people on a cruise ship?" I asked? He said no, it was nothing like that and was sure I would have fun. He was right, of course :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures are small because they were taken with my phone... I really need to figure out how to make them bigger... any computer genius out there have any ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuV6gz9EQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Zeas_ACTKow/s1600-h/jasper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119350233909498114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuV6gz9EQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Zeas_ACTKow/s400/jasper1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuWHwz9ESI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vuNWAa9Quxs/s1600-h/shuffleboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119350461542764834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuWHwz9ESI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vuNWAa9Quxs/s400/shuffleboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119350354168582418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuWBgz9ERI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z0SAjKjpL_4/s400/jasper2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table (I guess that's what it's called? pictured on the right) has silica dust on it which is apparently ground up computer chips and there to help the pieces slide down the table has lines on it and the object is to get your puck within the lines and your opponent tries to knock you out of those lines... I wasn't really clear on the scoring system, but it was fun and I didn't care if I won or lost.  I added a wikipedia link above for anyone who really wanted to learn about table top shuffleboard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-4796840126010818438?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4796840126010818438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=4796840126010818438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4796840126010818438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4796840126010818438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/sausilito-shuffleboard.html' title='Sausilito &amp; Shuffleboard'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuV6gz9EQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Zeas_ACTKow/s72-c/jasper1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7692612454385632190</id><published>2007-09-27T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:21.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><title type='text'>Golden Gate Bridge</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I am back in California after 9+ years... seems so weird. I flew into San Jose airport (which looks nothing like it did when we lived here) and picked up the rental car. From there I headed to Sausilito to stay with Jasper &amp;amp; Nikki. Sausilito is on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge and the day I was there it was beautiful! The bay can get so foggy at times you can't see the bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuTFAz9ENI/AAAAAAAAAHM/H0oTXS09o5w/s1600-h/GG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119347115763241170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuTFAz9ENI/AAAAAAAAAHM/H0oTXS09o5w/s200/GG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuTQwz9EOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/44KvD6aBc3o/s1600-h/GG3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119347317626704098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuTQwz9EOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/44KvD6aBc3o/s200/GG3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119345775733444770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuR3Az9EKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/k5qKYFWLTzA/s200/GG2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7692612454385632190?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7692612454385632190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7692612454385632190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7692612454385632190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7692612454385632190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/10/golden-gate-bridge.html' title='Golden Gate Bridge'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RwuTFAz9ENI/AAAAAAAAAHM/H0oTXS09o5w/s72-c/GG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-3425891858243429669</id><published>2007-09-25T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:13:54.023-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gitwyib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>I'm Bringin' Crazy Back</title><content type='html'>"Let a fool hold his tongue and he will pass for a sage" -Publius Syrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my Getting in Touch with Your Inner Bitch page for Monday 9/24... how appropriate.  I got another e-mail from &lt;em&gt;Crazy Cakes&lt;/em&gt; and I am hoping with all I have that it is the last one.  It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Adrienne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am not mad at you. You were in some type of unhappy marriage for a long time, and now for the first time in years, you have your freedom back, and want to enjoy it, and be a "dating machine." I dont fault you for that, or blame you, its just that I am looking for a partner, not a date friend. We are just in different places, thats all. In past relationships, I have taken a back seat to kids, mothers, sisters, horses, and Its been a tough road , always being down on the priority list. For me, I want to be #1 for a change, clearly your looking for something different. You said yourself that you have been kinda seeing somebody else, so you need to pursue that, and see where it goes.  You are really pretty, and I dont blame you for wanting to party a little, please dont blame me for wanting some stability, okay ? Have a great time in sunny CA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided the best response is no response at all.  Rick (my therapist) said to cease all contact so as not to entice the beast - my words, not his :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-3425891858243429669?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3425891858243429669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=3425891858243429669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3425891858243429669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3425891858243429669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-bringin-crazy-back.html' title='I&apos;m Bringin&apos; Crazy Back'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-3839971025105894743</id><published>2007-09-23T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:21.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Big Ol' Can of Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite names to call people... I can't take credit for it - Carla said it on Scrubs. It still cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What prompted this post is the guy (I'll was going to call him the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lobsterman&lt;/span&gt; - now he's just &lt;em&gt;Crazy Cakes&lt;/em&gt;) I was supposed to have a date with on Saturday day - a lunch/movie thing... he didn't want the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; of a Saturday &lt;em&gt;night&lt;/em&gt; date, too much pressure he said (that's MY line! I don't schedule a Saturday night as a first date, I want to make sure it's going to be worth my while before I give up guaranteed fun plans with my friends). Anyway, &lt;em&gt;Crazy Cakes&lt;/em&gt; said he would call me &lt;strong&gt;early&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday morning - sometime after 7:30 to make a plan. It gets to be 11:30 and I still haven't heard from him... I decide to give him until noon which I think is pretty generous. He calls at 11:55. The conversation was annoying... and it goes around in circles about time/where we are going etc. After we make a plan to meet at 2:30 (I have to pick him up - at his parent's house! because his car is in the shop) for a 4:10 movie. I rethink the situation, how irked I am that called late, how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pompous&lt;/span&gt; he is and how he just expected me to sit around and wait for him... Then I think of my "hot &amp;amp; heavy" girlfriend Jordana who I know I am going to have a good time with that night and decide that a date with &lt;em&gt;Crazy Cakes&lt;/em&gt; isn't going to work for me. I call him back and say can we do lunch instead? He says "never mind, we'll do it tomorrow" (Sunday) I said, "No, I have to work". He says "Monday?" "Again, no, I have to work, and get ready for my trip"... I get a moment of silence followed up with "And I guess when you get back you will need a day to recover" and I said "I will have been gone for over 10 days, I will need than &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; day, maybe that following weekend?" Still trying to be nice... not sure why - I need to get rid of Toxic Niceness... He says, "whatever, have a good night" "oh, I will" I respond. There is a lot more detail in there that is just too much to type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a 1/2 hour after I hang up with him - I get this e-mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You should know me well enough by now to realize that I wont be playing second fiddle to anyone, especially Jordana. Its all about choices, and you just made one. I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;punked&lt;/span&gt; out for a chick on a Saturday night.........are you serious ???? I am all for girls night out once in a while, but its every night for you guys. If I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jordanas&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend, I would tell her to stay home and act like a girlfriend, but apparently she needs the attention so much that she would rather get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoochied&lt;/span&gt; up, go out, and flash the "double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt;" to a bunch of strange men instead of enjoying a nice dinner, a movie, and then rocking out in bed. WHAT EVA, been there done that 20 years ago. That says volumes about the relationship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dosent&lt;/span&gt; it ! You told me last night that you are a dating machine ??? Well, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; share so good, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; get worked into a spot on agendas, agendas get worked into a spot on me, so whats up ? Typical deal;, a girl has kids way to early, leaves them with the x, and parties because she should never had them to begin with because they interferes with the social life. Let me know when you get the partying out of your system ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The important thing to keep in mind is that he has never met my girlfriend Jordana. Here is what he knows about her: One of my best friends, divorced with 2 kids that are with their father from Thursday - Sunday, engaged to a deployed navy guy, and wicked fun to be with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO glad he let the crazy out early!! I didn't even have to go on a first date! I responded with: Okay. I was not about to waste my time, effort and energy defending my friend to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, the joys of dating.  Good thing I have my main squeeze Jordana to go out with to make up for all the crazy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114131560882049058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RvkLjwz9ECI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UkX4LXAeR6k/s200/A+%26+J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-3839971025105894743?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3839971025105894743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=3839971025105894743' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3839971025105894743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3839971025105894743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-ol-can-of-crazy.html' title='Big Ol&apos; Can of Crazy'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RvkLjwz9ECI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UkX4LXAeR6k/s72-c/A+%26+J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2255864185064883035</id><published>2007-09-20T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:21.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It just came to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In the middle of the night. I was going to a bridal shower for a dear friend of mine this weekend and I wanted my gift to be creative - I have an image to uphold after all! I don't have my stamp stuff (it is still at the house) so I came up with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112393598070755346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RvLe5Az9EBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vc4AQShL4FU/s200/Carla+Shower+Gift.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;unfortunately I don't think you can really see it... It is a vase filled with glass bead/rock things and in the beads are a couple spoons, a veggie peeler, a pastry brush and something else that I can't remember... anyway I did the first layer in yellow, then wrapped white around that to create the "flower" part, then covered the bottoms in green floral tape so it looked like a vase full of flowers!  I was thrilled with myself.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have since come to the conclusion that I need more exciting things to dream about than how to gift wrap...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2255864185064883035?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2255864185064883035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2255864185064883035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2255864185064883035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2255864185064883035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-just-came-to-me.html' title='It just came to me...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RvLe5Az9EBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vc4AQShL4FU/s72-c/Carla+Shower+Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5329176496800362454</id><published>2007-09-18T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:17:24.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>8 Years</title><content type='html'>My phone rang this morning at 5:30 - it was Steve calling to wish me Happy Anniversary - since we are technically still married.  I can't believe it has been 8 years.  I had a guy say to me the other day he thought if a couple made it through the "7 year itch" they were all set... obviously that is not the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I have been getting along so well.  We had breakfast together on Saturday... we covered a lot of heavy stuff - I am able to think and talk about things more clearly now that we have time and distance between us.  He is learning so much about himself and growing so much as a person it's impressive to watch.  That doesn't change things between us - other than allow me to be more forgiving of him.  He's trying and I wish him the best going forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5329176496800362454?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5329176496800362454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5329176496800362454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5329176496800362454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5329176496800362454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/8-years.html' title='8 Years'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2890569003000758764</id><published>2007-09-17T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:56:28.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><title type='text'>1st Time...</title><content type='html'>I taught 3 tracks (songs) this morning for the first time!! I didn't do so great on the first warm-up... I choked a little, but by tracks 2 and 3 I was on a roll! Obviously I have a lot more practicing to do. I bought a portable DVD player so I can train/practice while I am in California for 10 days... I am looking forward to the time to myself and the chance to get this down so I can tape it and get 100% certified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have felt so frazzled... between the Osprey, moving, training/practicing, trying to catch up at work and an attempt at a social life I am about to lose it! I gave up 2 shifts this week because I just need some time off - from myself! I am usually a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; active/busy person but I think I have overdone it the last couple of weeks... A week from tomorrow I am on vacation and I am counting down the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2890569003000758764?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2890569003000758764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2890569003000758764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2890569003000758764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2890569003000758764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/1st-time.html' title='1st Time...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5487018125657356068</id><published>2007-09-13T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:03:37.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>A couple months ago there was a man I was interested in... thought he was interested in me.  I'll call him &lt;em&gt;Mr. Moustache &lt;/em&gt;because of his foo style stache.  He would come to the Osprey pretty regularly, he was very confident - maybe even a little cocky.  He was retired from BIW... flew small planes, skied, a condo at Sugarloaf, a boat, on and on... He was sucessful and seemed like he had life all figured out.  I thought we had a little spark... one night at the Kennebec Tavern (after a couple weeks of flirting) I finally said to him "I don't know what I need to do to get you to ask me out"  he asked for my number and said he would call me.  He walked me to my car, gave me a sweet kiss and we went on our merry ways.  Weeks passed and he never called.  I would see him out and he was always friendly - although no longer flirty.  I chalked it up to experience and living through the "rejection" with no damage to my ego (I am getting better all the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I was at the Osprey, Nancy called to tell me that &lt;a href="http://www.unionleader.com/article.aspx?headline=Officials%3A+Hiker+left+farewell+note&amp;articleId=906c5d63-5ad1-4977-ac18-834f8dc51c3a"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Moustache&lt;/em&gt; was missing  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was thinking this isn't about me, but I have been surprised at my reaction to it all... when I talk about it I get all teary... it's not like we were close... meerly starter friends or acquintences.  I am torn by my feelings - pissed that he would do it.  Sad that he abandoned people who care about him... empathy for the pain/heartache/loneliness/shame, etc. that he must have been feeling.  And when I get right down to it, the reason this is hitting me so hard is that I am reminded of a very dark, sad time in my life where my own attempt was unsuccessful.  I remember my mother asking me in the hospital how I could do this to her and responding with - &lt;em&gt;"this isn't about you!"&lt;/em&gt;  I am also realizing that this is the first person I have known personally to take their own life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers are with you Kevin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5487018125657356068?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5487018125657356068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5487018125657356068' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5487018125657356068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5487018125657356068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-4128393634338831534</id><published>2007-09-11T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:21.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><title type='text'>Front &amp; Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Ruau4XYw8XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/plr1qHBrPNQ/s1600-h/Olivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963110672200050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Ruau4XYw8XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/plr1qHBrPNQ/s200/Olivia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I did the step routine in front of the class... I didn't cue it - but I faced the class with another instructor. It wasn't too hard because Anna was cuing - all I had to do was listen and remember what foot we were really on. When you are teaching the class almost everything starts out on the left foot, but you are saying right foot because that is what the class is stepping on. I was &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;red faced throughout the routine, but I think it was a combo of being in front for the first time... a hot room without fans blowing on me (there aren't any aimed at the instructors - only on the participants!?) and I am just a red face. I don't know how else to explain it... oh, don't want to forget that I am a big sweater too... no, not like what you wear, but I sweat so much when I work out... my acupuncturist said it was a good thing... maybe in that setting but while working out - not so much. I think I am going to have to do an Olivia Newton John and get sweat bands for my head and wrists. Good look - right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-4128393634338831534?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4128393634338831534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=4128393634338831534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4128393634338831534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4128393634338831534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/front-center.html' title='Front &amp; Center'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Ruau4XYw8XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/plr1qHBrPNQ/s72-c/Olivia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6075616953387797420</id><published>2007-09-09T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:25:51.100-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Hot &amp; Heavy</title><content type='html'>It's not as exciting as it sounds, but the story cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really good friend named &lt;a href="http://jandcompany.org/"&gt;Jordana&lt;/a&gt; (people think we are sisters). She and I spend a ton of time together... her fiance is deployed and her ex-husband (she's mad at him right now, so he's not a wasband) has the kids from Thursday - Sunday that opens up her whole weekend. We have our Thursday tradition of martinis at MJ's and then the bar tour of Bath and we usually see each other at least one other time over the weekend. Last week we went to martini night, went out again on Friday and had a "date" on Saturday - dinner and a movie. When my friend Stacy asked me what I was doing Saturday night I said "I have a hot date" she said "with who? &lt;em&gt;The Fisherman&lt;/em&gt;?" I said "no, with Jordana" and Stacy replied, "well, you and Jordana have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?" Perhaps you had to be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I invited &lt;em&gt;The Fisherman&lt;/em&gt; to join Jordana and I for the last leg of our evening... he had a long drive because he had to deliver a car about 70 miles away (he co-owns a dealership) but he said he missed me and wanted to see me :) nice guy, huh? I was glad she got to meet him... we'll see where it goes. It's still very early...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6075616953387797420?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6075616953387797420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6075616953387797420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6075616953387797420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6075616953387797420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/hot-heavy.html' title='Hot &amp; Heavy'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-408782515869089846</id><published>2007-09-05T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:06:33.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No more white pants or shoes</title><content type='html'>That's what I always think of when it's Labor Day... something my father instilled in me at a young age... Mr. GQ himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful weekend in Maine.  The weather was dreamy!  Not hot and humid in fact a little fall like, I loved it.  I worked Friday night - slowest night of the year so far... I got out at 8:30 which is pretty much unheard of on a Friday so I headed to Windsor for a bon fire with a friend I will call &lt;em&gt;The Fisherman&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went on a motorcycle ride/lunch with a friend I will call &lt;em&gt;Mr&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;R1&lt;/em&gt; because that's what he rides for a bike... I can't believe how much I have missed being on a motorcycle.  It was the longest lunch date ever.  I met him at 1:00 and I didn't get home until 8:30!  I was worried that he and I were going to have to have a "talk" because it seemed he was WAY more into me than I was into him, but he spared me :) and we are going to keep it at friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I met Steve for breakfast and we discussed house stuff.  We actually had fun!  I love how much better we have been getting along.  He has agreed to buy me out of the house by transfering money from his 401k to my 403b (non-profit equivalent).  I won't have money to put down on anything now, but in order to be done with it, it will have to be done this way.  I'm okay with it.  I headed to Portland to drop off Little Ray, my kitty.  He has a new home with Candace... may only be temporary but she will make sure he is well taken care of.  I got to have lunch with Erica and Josiah.  I have missed her so much.  I can't believe how big her little guy is!  Sunday night I worked.  Thankfully it was busier than it was on Friday and I actually made some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday went to a bbq at Popham Beach with a bunch of friends I haven't seen in a long time.  Sharon &amp; Jason are up from VA, I saw Nancy Senecal who I rarely see anymore... and several others, it was fun.  Monday night I had a date with &lt;em&gt;The Fisherman &lt;/em&gt;we went to dinner at the Osprey (like I can't get enough of the joint)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and I introduced him to some friends I work with and that come in often... BIG step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's back to the grind... the grind that doesn't allow for white pants and shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-408782515869089846?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/408782515869089846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=408782515869089846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/408782515869089846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/408782515869089846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-more-white-pants-or-shoes.html' title='No more white pants or shoes'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-38619570103466597</id><published>2007-08-31T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:22.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RthQbA9_RFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/q9YolVwSrSM/s1600-h/martini+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104918602671146066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RthQbA9_RFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/q9YolVwSrSM/s200/martini+glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My old boss Lisa Burgess got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RiFed&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sweetser&lt;/span&gt; talk for Reduction in Force, i.e. laid off. I hate seeing her go. While I love my new boss Jami Ream it makes me so sad to think I won't be seeing Lisa's face or hearing her laugh at work. She was so good to me and we had so many fun times. I know there are more to come - especially since she isn't my boss anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a parting gift she gave me a beautiful hand painted martini glass. She suggested I take it with me to martini nights on Thursday, like some pubs have mug clubs where you get your own mug, I could have my own martini glass!  She also gave me &lt;a href="http://www.carepackagecorner.com/stores/xq/xfm/store_id.454/page_id.23/Item_ID.105689/qx/store.htm"&gt;Mr. Right when you need him&lt;/a&gt; and it is so funny!  A little cardboard guy that has a magnet by his head that you can attach different phrases to, like:  "I could listen to you talk all night" "It's not your fault, it's mine" "You look thin.  Have you lost weight?" "As always, you're right" and "May I take you shoe shopping?" and 5 more blanks so I can make my own.  It's a riot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to miss Lisa... I have had the best bosses since coming to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sweetser&lt;/span&gt;!  Ed French - who can forget Ed?  Lisa and now Jami... hopefully Jami is here to stay for a while.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-38619570103466597?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/38619570103466597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=38619570103466597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/38619570103466597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/38619570103466597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-day-lisa.html' title='Last Day Lisa'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RthQbA9_RFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/q9YolVwSrSM/s72-c/martini+glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5245531106884231986</id><published>2007-08-27T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:56:06.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><title type='text'>Get to Steppin'!</title><content type='html'>I DID IT!! I passed the first part of my instructor certification class!! I am so proud of myself! It was the hardest thing I have done - physically. The workshop was held at a gym in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Newmarket&lt;/span&gt;, NH and we were in a yoga studio that was about 80 degrees I swear... I am typically warm to begin with so you might imagine how hot I was when you throw in HOURS of step aerobics. I think over the course of the two days I worked out around 12-14 hours... between the workshop itself and the time I spent practicing the track I had to present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first presentation went well. My timing was slightly off, but I knew the routine and was even able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;! The instructor was impressed since it was my first time teaching. Then we worked out for a couple more hours and we had to present again - this time in the aerobics studio with the microphone! I CHOKED!! I was so spent physically, mentally and emotionally I had nothing left in me... at one point I really thought my legs were going to to give out... I don't know how my brother-in-laws can run marathons... But I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to memorize the other 11 tracks (songs) co-teach four times and video tape myself teaching a class, mail it in to be "graded" and I will be a certified Body Step instructor (provided I pass - and I WILL!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5245531106884231986?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5245531106884231986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5245531106884231986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5245531106884231986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5245531106884231986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/get-to-steppin.html' title='Get to Steppin&apos;!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5393189396633498189</id><published>2007-08-23T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:00:06.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Goin' Through the Big "D" (and I don't mean Dallas)</title><content type='html'>I wish I could remember who sang that song... it's country - maybe you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going very well. Steve and I have a tentative date for our court date - 10/9. I am still waiting for the papers from the court. So far it has been relatively painless... the only issue is the house and it not being sold, how to handle that. Once I have more things figured out I will share more... Hopefully by the middle of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new term for Steve is WASBAND... it doesn't have the sometimes hostile connotations that ex-husband has. I like it, it still cracks me up every time I say it. And my former in-laws are now out-laws, HAHAHA!! funny stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5393189396633498189?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5393189396633498189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5393189396633498189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5393189396633498189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5393189396633498189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/08/goin-through-big-d-and-i-dont-mean.html' title='Goin&apos; Through the Big &quot;D&quot; (and I don&apos;t mean Dallas)'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-3850260087189133337</id><published>2007-07-31T05:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:17:39.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old...</title><content type='html'>Not too much to write about this week... this are pretty status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt; - which is nice for a change :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I worked and for the first time in a long time I didn't go out after!  I was still feeling a bit run down from being sick and just wanted to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got up pretty early and headed to Portland for a birthday party for my girlfriend Erin and a girl's night with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Karri&lt;/span&gt;, Erica and Leslie.  The party was fun, a pool party at Stacey's parents house... we got a little rain so the festivities were moved inside.  It was an new/odd feeling to be the only one there without a man/boyfriend/dating someone and without a kid.  Not that all the guys were at the party - only a couple were, but all the women were attached in one way or another.  I think the girls for girls night had much higher expectations for the night and me than I did.  I was still in a I want to sleep in my own bed kind of mood... and after spending the afternoon with kids and pregnant ladies I was a little spent to be totally honest.  And I knew I needed to work the next day at 11 and would need to do my chores before then.  In the past we have had girls night, drank wine, sat in the hot tub and had a sleep over and I just wasn't feeling it.  I felt bad... we had planned it for so long but I just wasn't in that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked a little extra this weekend, which was exhausting.  I worked a double on Sunday which means I was there from 11:00am till about 10:30pm and we were SO busy!!  And it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stifling&lt;/span&gt; in the restaurant... we have to be one of the few places that doesn't have a/c and at times it's unbearable.  Thankfully I made good money so it was all worth it in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends (Jasper &amp; Nicki) were in town from California this week and they finally made their way to the Osprey Sunday night.  After I got out of work we went to Maxwell's and shut it down... on a Sunday night!?  Who does that!?  It was a good time and I was glad I got to see them for the short time they were here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good weekend :)  It's only Tuesday and I am already looking forward to this weekend... not that I have anything planned - or even a day off... I just love the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-3850260087189133337?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3850260087189133337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=3850260087189133337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3850260087189133337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3850260087189133337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/07/same-old.html' title='Same Old...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2087544000827393996</id><published>2007-07-25T05:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:20:07.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I went non-stop for so long, then finally crashed... hard.  A couple noteworthy things form the weekend that I will share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Saturday morning I headed to Bath to get stuff to make potato salad for the annual St.Jean summer party - which is usually held at camp but because of Jackie's (my mother-in-law) broken arm it was held at Lise's (my sister-in-law) house in Lewiston.  While I was at the house - our house in Bath where Steve lives - making the potato salad I had a little accident... although some are wondering if it really was an accident, hahaha.  While I was cutting the potatoes Steve said he was leaving, I went to hug him - both of our arms went up and I STABBED HIM IN THE ARM!  It was SO gross!!  I could see past the skin layer, the fatty layer (not that there was much of one) to the pink part!  And it wasn't bleeding!  I FREAKED out, crying, oh my gosh, you need stitches, we need to go the ER, on and on... he said, nope I gotta go, the boat's leaving at 9:30 and off he went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was invited to a "Ladies Luncheon" hosted by my girlfriend Suz.  I had the best time.  There were only 4 of us at her home in Newcastle, but we laughed for hours... told funny stories and had great food and drinks - pomegranate martinis!  To quote Suz "shadoobee".  We decided that we would make it a monthly event and take turns hosting and inviting other women to join us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I had dinner with my mother, her brother Brian and his wife Jennifer.  Brian and Jennifer were visiting from California.  We decided they should come to the Osprey rather than me going to Portland to do the touristy type thing.  Our meal was lovely, view was excellent and the company fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the St.Jean summer party and it was so nice to see everyone again, although it was really hard.  Sometimes it just hits me that I am not going to be as close to these people as I have been... that I am not going to be included in the family activities, birthdays, holidays and what not... I think it's almost harder than splitting up with Steve.  The family has never been anything but loving and supportive... I had been detaching from Steve for so long - but not the family until now and seeing them all was tough.  Especially Alex... there is something about that little guy - well not so little anymore... I remember hearing him add Auntie A to his prayers when he was 7 and we were visiting from Utah... seeing Simon in the hospital when he was only hours old... Taking Graham to the movies.  Having dinner at camp, Christmas at Lise's and Easter at Renee's...  enough, it's making me cry to type about it and think of all the fun times we had together as a family.  I will always love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2087544000827393996?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2087544000827393996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2087544000827393996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2087544000827393996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2087544000827393996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2503736277606954931</id><published>2007-07-19T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:41:41.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>Mr. Clean already called... that didn't take long :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2503736277606954931?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2503736277606954931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2503736277606954931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2503736277606954931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2503736277606954931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-4974038548327814768</id><published>2007-07-19T06:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:24:14.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SALSA!</title><content type='html'>Last night Erica and I met her friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nakita&lt;/span&gt; for salsa dancing at 51 Wharf in the Old Port (Portland).  First there was a lesson first for $5 where we were taught the very basics and I learned how to dance the guy's part - the women were outnumbered (big surprise?).  I couldn't believe how many people were crammed into this tiny room!  The instructor was a riot and made the process easy and entertaining... he and the DJ worked well together - you could tell they do this every week.  It was an absolute blast and I am already looking forward to doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend - we'll call him Mr. Clean because he looked a little like Mr. Clean, shaved head and a goatee (a slightly outdated look, but I was willing to move past it for entertainment purposes).  After we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; dancing - he missed the instructional and I only knew the guys part - we talked for the rest of the night.  He lives in NY and was here for work... he'll be back in September... He bought me a huge sunflower from the woman who was selling them on the street and I gave him my number... we'll see if he calls.  I seem to have a thing for unavailable guys, whether it's location, emotionally/mentally unavailable, or just plain bad news... whatever it is I am like a moth to a flame... or rather I &lt;strong&gt;was.  &lt;/strong&gt;Rick and I work on that in therapy I am getting better at recognizing these traits from the get go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten what it was like to not be attached and effort it requires to be noticed in a bigger city (if Portland can be called that).  It made me appreciate Bath even more.  In Bath I can go to Maxwell's the Shipbuilders Pub straight from the Osprey - maybe change clothes first - without a shower, redoing my hair or make-up, or too much concern about what I am wearing and comfortably fit right in... making too much of an effort to get prettied up would make me stand in a not so good, "trying too hard" kind of way.  The downside to this comfort is the selection of available men, there isn't one.  Portland is a totally different scene, lots of guys and of course  younger,and prettier girls everywhere and it made me feel old at 33.  At times it's a painful reminder that I am starting over again and that it will be at least a couple years before I am married again and (dear god, please) having children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason... I have to keep telling myself that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-4974038548327814768?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4974038548327814768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=4974038548327814768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4974038548327814768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4974038548327814768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/07/salsa.html' title='SALSA!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-3342141240762603841</id><published>2007-07-12T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:47:15.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YIPPEE!!</title><content type='html'>I DID IT!  I signed up for the Bodystep Training so I can be a certified instructor at the gym!  I am in a bit of shock and only slightly stressed out about all of it, but very proud of myself for taking the first step.  The training is 8/24 &amp; 8/25 in New Hampshire.  Typically the training is 3 days long (and I hear I am in for a butt kicking!) but this one is only 2 days - and $100 less!  Heck of a deal.  There is a chance I will be teaching the 5:30am class, and maybe some nights and weekends once I become certified... YEAH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-3342141240762603841?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3342141240762603841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=3342141240762603841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3342141240762603841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3342141240762603841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/07/yippee.html' title='YIPPEE!!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5193276464334487926</id><published>2007-07-10T06:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T08:37:36.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gitwyib'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again with the no title... I don't know what's up with Blogger.  I'm sure it has nothing to do with the user, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been saving this Getting in Touch with Your Inner Bitch from June 27 and it is so perfect for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Inner Bitch wonders how many women have ended up dating the wrong person just because they didn't want to offend someone who asked them out.  Is taking care of someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; fragile ego worth wasting our precious time?  I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT!  I went on my first date in almost 10 years last night... we'll call him Bee (names have been changed to protect the innocent).  It was interesting to say the least... I'm so glad I have a prescription for ulcer medication.  I was surprised at how nervous I was.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been wanting to start "getting out there" so to say, but when the time actually came - it was a bit stressful.  We had a fine time... nothing to really blow my socks off, so the quote above is perfect for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to say no - in so many areas of my life.  I think it's the musical Oklahoma that has the song "I'm just a girl who can't say no"  I am so concerned about hurting someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; feelings that I often overlook my own.  My Inner B suggests saying "I don't think so."  If he asks me out again I will practice saying that... no time like the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5193276464334487926?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5193276464334487926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5193276464334487926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5193276464334487926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5193276464334487926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/07/again-with-no-title.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8312514990524373634</id><published>2007-07-09T05:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:03:20.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason I can't put a title in - I am calling this post long, disjointed ramblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe a month has gone by... Viv said to me - and I think it was a couple weeks ago - that I needed to update my blog. So here I am. I feel like so much time has pasted and I have changed so much in just a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Osprey is finally picking up and I have been making some decent money (whew)... life at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sweetser&lt;/span&gt; is still going well, nothing to really report on that front. Steve and I are getting along fine, I am just counting down the days until I/we file for divorce - the house has finally shown, twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a week with my family at Camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Merryelande&lt;/span&gt;, and it was so fun. Here are links to their sites because I didn't take pictures and several of my sisters did: &lt;a href="http://alderlog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meagan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://corinneedwards.blogspot.com/"&gt;Corinne&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tomtolman.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://amalthya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;. Because the trip was a couple weeks ago you might need to scroll through their posts to find those with the pictures. I was so happy to spend time with my newest niece Alexandra. I am so in love with her and it was so hard to leave her. It's interesting how attached I am to a little person I don't get to see often enough, but it's not really surprising since I love Nadia Dora so much and she isn't technically my niece. The last several times I have seen Nadia she gets excited and says "AUNTIE!" it makes me SO happy! I am always surprised to see how my nieces and nephews have grown from visit to visit... they are such sweet kids and I have a great time with all of them - although I have to say don't have the patience my sisters have... sometimes I can't believe they can do it... Corinne with 3 kids, Erin with 2 and a husband in Iraq, it's unbelievable. I don't know how Sue (my step-mom) did it with 7 kids and a daycare in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July was fun... I went to a party that Steve and I have gone to for years - 9 years to be exact. We came to Maine for a visit before we moved here and we went to a lobster bake at Cory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Theberge's&lt;/span&gt; parents house on Orr's Island. It's an annual event and we have been every year but once when they didn't have it. I was concerned about how it would be... I have seen a lot of the people since Steve and I split, but not together in this concentrated amount and in such a nostalgic setting. I have to be honest - I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; being asked, "So, how are you, really?" with the look of pity in the eyes... I am sure it is genuine concern, however it comes across like I am some super sad sack and people feel sorry for me, when in all reality I am better than I have been in a long time and if I wanted to talk about how I "really" was - I wouldn't talk about it in a setting with Steve sitting right next to me. That being said it was a good time. Excellent food as always and it was so nice to see everyone. This was by far the most mellow 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;... I think having to work the next day sent most people home early and there seem to be more and more kids every year... I didn't even stay for fireworks! After I left the party I met my girlfriend Jordana for a beer and some chat where I didn't have to be "on". I was exhausted from making sure I was fun/happy Adrienne in front of everyone - and not to say I wasn't having a good time, but it's different when Steve is around... I really don't know how to explain it. I have come to realize that I will always love him in one way or another, just not as my husband. There was some peace that came with that acceptance. I was so focused on not loving him anymore, that when I would have a momentary lapse of sadness I would be so hard on myself! Obviously not helpful in the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending lots of time with my friends, Sarah my roommate and I are doing more stuff together... I am starting to get "set up" which is interesting... my therapist and I have talked about it at length and I was concerned it was too soon - what would people think? I know it shouldn't matter, but sometimes it does. I have decided (Rick - my therapist agrees) that if I am not dating one person and I am not allowing the relationships (for lack of a better word) to become physical there is no reason I shouldn't start meeting people... easier said than done. At times I get pissed that I am 33 years old and I am starting over again. I know tons of people have done it before me and all that stuff and that I couldn't see myself having a family with Steve so clearly it's for the best, but I am pissed I am in this situation at all. Next time around I am going to be much more selective... here is a list of criteria I sent a friend who wanted to set me up, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Has a job&lt;br /&gt;* Doesn't live with parents&lt;br /&gt;* Isn't already in a committed relationship&lt;br /&gt;* Isn't an alcoholic/addict, active or recovering&lt;br /&gt;* Has own vehicle and a valid drivers license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see it is the essentials... this is just a starting point. I am taking suggestions for list if you want to add to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8312514990524373634?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8312514990524373634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8312514990524373634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8312514990524373634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8312514990524373634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-some-reason-i-cant-put-title-in-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8129230915032678604</id><published>2007-06-08T05:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:30:24.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude Adjustment</title><content type='html'>I think I have tossed my peaceful, loving and forgiving attitude out the window... I am in need of an attitude adjustment :)  I hate feeling bitter and nasty inside.  It's interesting to me how I can vacillate from one day to the next - hell from one hour to the next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take a minute and reflect on some of the good things in my life - in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing friends; a supportive, loving family; the cutest nieces and nephews ever; seeing my family next week!; I am healthy; a car that runs - and is paid for!; a place to live; a job - two jobs - that provide me with paychecks; Al-Anon; therapy; chickalobes, peartinis and beep-bops; my own checking accounts, credit cards and fun girly checks; an expansive wardrobe (although I always complain about nothing to wear); the 5 pounds I've lost; being asked to become an aerobics instructor at the gym; the gym!; my lobster flip flops; white pants for summer; homemade mac &amp; cheese; coffee; setting boundaries for myself!; my desk calendar; my faux voodoo doll that may or may not have the name Steve stuck to it in a particular spot (note to self - get hair clippings for Jordana); my stamps and everything that goes with them; my pink razr cell phone; my pink ipod; pink Hyperion coffee mug; pink water bottle; the color pink in general; new lip gloss (pink); my blog; &lt;a href="http://mythoughtcoach.com/"&gt;my thought coach&lt;/a&gt;; BNL and EBTG; Arrested Development and most importantly for the ability to have the perspective and insight to know that just because I don't feel fabulous&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;right &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; - doesn't mean that I'm always going to feel that way and that I &lt;strong&gt;will &lt;/strong&gt;feel better very soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew - it worked!  I am starting to feel better already :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8129230915032678604?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8129230915032678604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8129230915032678604' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8129230915032678604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8129230915032678604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/06/attitude-adjustment.html' title='Attitude Adjustment'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-4237381038990793814</id><published>2007-06-04T02:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:53:02.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's already June... and I can't believe I haven't posted for over a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start... I think will begin with ramblings and see if perhaps I can piece things together into something a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coherent&lt;/span&gt; later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at &lt;a href="http://www.robinhoodmarinecenter.com/aaa/osprey.html"&gt;The Osprey&lt;/a&gt; has been slow at best... but it's a little extra money to put gas in the car.  Business will pick up just like it did last year, and frankly it's something to keep me busy at night.  It's a good place to take my mind of things and think about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have found myself saying the serenity prayer &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; - for those that have never read it or don't remember it: &lt;em&gt;"God, Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference"  &lt;/em&gt;Last week in Al-Anon we talked about the wisdom to know the difference and I have decided for me the wisdom comes from my higher power... Clearly I am not good at making the wisest choices so by giving my higher power a chance to weigh in things are becoming more clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my sponsor about some recent developments with Steve (I won't go into them here, they are his to tell) and she said to me: Did you ever think this is God giving you a wake-up call?   He &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;he - for the purpose of discussion my higher power is referred to as he, but I subscribe more to the Erica version "God, Goddess and All that is Good&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; has been giving you signs for years but you chose to ignore them - here is a kick in the ass you need to make you realize this relationship is not in your best interest.  And she is right.  It seems like every day I am learning more about myself, what is and is not acceptable, what I need going forward and what I will and will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; tolerate...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds a bit trite and condescending, however I am praying for a peaceful and forgiving attitude towards Steve.  I don't want to feel bitter and resentful towards him... it does me more harm than anything else.  I don't need the ulcers and sleepless nights from the stress, and holding onto those resentments just creates &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work in progress :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-4237381038990793814?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/4237381038990793814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=4237381038990793814' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4237381038990793814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/4237381038990793814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday-ramblings.html' title='Monday Ramblings'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-9113898498475857106</id><published>2007-05-23T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:55:30.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al-Anon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gtkm'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Today at my Al-Anon meeting the topic was &lt;strong&gt;Gratitude&lt;/strong&gt;. I was thinking to myself, lame. I come here for experience, strength and hope... how could this possibly help me? Clearly you can see the frame of mind I was in - and it was &lt;strong&gt;exactly&lt;/strong&gt; what I needed to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started going to Al-Anon one of the first topics was getting in touch with your higher power and I remember someone saying if you don't pray now - start. If you don't know how to start, start with listing the things you are thankful for, it can be anything - a job, a car that runs, a sunny day, etc. Now, being raised LDS I certainly knew &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; to pray, but it had been so long it was almost as if it was new again. Today's topic reminded me I haven't been praying - and I have been feeling especially crap-tastic lately... I'm obviously overdue for a heart to heart with my Higher Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to share how grateful I am for Al-Anon and the things I have learned - namely Detachment and what a profound difference that has made in my life. I have had several people comment that they are impressed with how well I am handling the separation and I know it is because of the things I have learned in Al-Anon. I can see myself years ago sitting on the couch in the avenues with Amy (my then boyfriend's sister) and being borderline hysterical because I thought Matt was packing up to leave... And the situation with Ken wasn't better - in fact it was about 100 times worse ( a story for another post). And here I am, my longest relationship, my husband no less, the man I vowed to love for better or worse and I am holding it together and doing it pretty well if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my program, the people I have met. My wonderful family and my dear sweet friends. I am grateful for the growth I have experienced and for the opportunity I was given to be able to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting to be pro at the &lt;a href="http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/huge-thanks.html"&gt;acceptance speeches&lt;/a&gt;, huh? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-9113898498475857106?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/9113898498475857106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=9113898498475857106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/9113898498475857106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/9113898498475857106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7146745607573394311</id><published>2007-05-22T05:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:15:23.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>Some dear friends of mine made a mix cd for me and they called it "&lt;em&gt;Work in Progress&lt;/em&gt;" - and I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; it!  Here's what's on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plyrics.com/lyrics/clash/shouldistayorshouldigo.html"&gt;Should I Stay or Should I Go&lt;/a&gt; ~ The Clash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/o/ohioplayerslyrics/loverollercoasterlyrics.html"&gt;Love Rollercoaster&lt;/a&gt; ~ Ohio Players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/c/commodoreslyrics/sailonlyrics.html"&gt;Sail On&lt;/a&gt; ~ The Commodores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/gloriagaynor/iwillsurvive.html"&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/a&gt; ~ Gloria Gaynor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/gloriagaynor/iwillsurvive.html"&gt;Crucify&lt;/a&gt; ~ Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/tom_petty_the_heartbreakers/dont_come_around_here_no_more.html"&gt;Don't Come Around Here No More&lt;/a&gt; ~ Tom Petty &amp; The Heartbreakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/a/abbalyrics/knowingmeknowingyoulyrics.html"&gt;Knowing Me Knowing You&lt;/a&gt; ~ ABBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/r/reospeedwagonlyrics/timeformetoflylyrics.html"&gt;Time for Me to Fly&lt;/a&gt; ~ REO Speedwagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/l/littlewillieslyrics/gottagetdrunklyrics.html"&gt;I Gotta Get Drunk&lt;/a&gt; ~ The Little Willies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrc.com.ar/lyric/T/Taj%20Mahal_Leaving%20Trunk.html"&gt;Leaving Trunk&lt;/a&gt; ~ Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joe+jackson/happy+loving+couples_20072728.html"&gt;Happy Loving Couples&lt;/a&gt; ~ Joe Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Carole-King/It-s-Too-Late.html"&gt;It's Too Late&lt;/a&gt; ~ Carole King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/l/littlewillieslyrics/itsnotyouitsmelyrics.html"&gt;It's Not You, It's Me&lt;/a&gt; ~ The Little Willies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect soundtrack for my life right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7146745607573394311?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7146745607573394311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7146745607573394311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7146745607573394311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7146745607573394311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in Progress'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-939089791778915538</id><published>2007-05-17T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:26:38.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms</title><content type='html'>I recieved the heartbreaking news this morning that my friend Angi's mother passed away... I feel like we (my circle of friends) are too young for this to be happening.  Please keep Angi in your prayers as she works through her grief and deals with the loss of someone so important to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I talk to my other girlfriends and we make plans for what time we will all be at the house tonight, who is going to cook what and when, and so on.  Naturally start talking about &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; moms.  Every friend I have talked to has said "I don't know what I would do without my mom, she is my best friend."  I don't even want to imagine my life without my mom, Sue or Donee - all mother figures to me.  I hope that one day I have a daughter who can say that about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week on Mother's Day my girlfriend Erica and I were talking about "the mother line" the traits, etc. that are passed on from mother to daughter.  She had been to a &lt;a href="http://www.natureschild.com.au/flex/blessing_way/68/1"&gt;blessing way&lt;/a&gt; and the mother of the pregant woman was talking about their ancestors - the strong women who had gone before them and how they had all shared a love of travel and adventure, among other things.  It was so intersting to think about... I wonder what did Angi's mother pass on to her?  what has my mother passed on to me?  What will I pass on to my daughter(s)?  God willing I have one (some)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have a mother, grandmother and step-mom who love me and it brings tears to my eyes to think about my life without any of them.  I might not talk to them daily or fill them in on every little detail of my life (trying to spare them) but I know when I do they are there for me and I am so grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-939089791778915538?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/939089791778915538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=939089791778915538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/939089791778915538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/939089791778915538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/moms.html' title='Moms'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7071966723901163072</id><published>2007-05-16T05:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:56:48.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gitwyib'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my desk calendar says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People shop for a bathing suit with more care than they do a husband or a wife.  The rules are the same.  Look for something you'll feel comfortable wearing.  Allow for room to grow."&lt;br /&gt;-Erma Bombeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; that!  I don't know that it's true, but I think it has an element of truth to it.  It also reminds me I need to buy a new swim suit, ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7071966723901163072?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7071966723901163072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7071966723901163072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7071966723901163072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7071966723901163072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-my-desk-calendar-says-people-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5861231265295550537</id><published>2007-05-08T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:53:05.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE THANKS</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday I moved into a room in my friends Sarah &amp; Johnny's house in Arrowsic.  It's been an adjustment of course... I am nowhere near finished growing and changing... I look forward to feeling more settled and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so fortunate to have the love and support of friends and family to help me through this transition time.  I owe special thanks to Vivian and Erica for their hospitality and friendship during those first crucial days.  They continue to be major supporters.  Thank you to my sweet sister Meagan for listening to me anytime/all the time helping me "process the process" (hehe)  and for the sweet notes on my blog and e-mail from my other family members respecting me and understanding how hard it is at times to rehash things over and over, but knowing they are there means the world to me... I look forward to seeing you all in June.  Thank you to Nancy R. for being my hot date to the wedding, and for listening to me for months... To Bartlett for letting &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; be the Sad Sack for a change :)  This is starting to sounds like an acceptance speech of some sort... I think maybe it is... an acceptance of myself and my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was a particularly rough night, lots of tears... and as I said my evening prayer I asked for strength and guidance from my higher power to make it through this challenge and come out stronger.  No sooner had I finished my dad called.  I would say we talked for a good 20 minutes, but a more accurate description would be that he listened to me cry for 20 minutes and said very little, but what he did say was exact right thing at the exact right time.  I could not have asked for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for all the amazing people in my life.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5861231265295550537?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5861231265295550537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5861231265295550537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5861231265295550537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5861231265295550537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/huge-thanks.html' title='HUGE THANKS'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-1746465736268312086</id><published>2007-05-08T06:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:22.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><title type='text'>Spring is in the air</title><content type='html'>In Maine we have a lot of "seasonal" spots... and when they start opening it's a sure sign that winter is FINALLY almost over and we can start looking forward to warmer weather. Dairy Queen and Fat Boy are those signs for me. While they both opened in March - it didn't begin to feel like spring until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RkDPVPZH00I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1CXhvuntKpg/s1600-h/Fat+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062273944980542274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RkDPVPZH00I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1CXhvuntKpg/s200/Fat+Boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Boy is an old fashion car hop style drive-in, the servers that come to your car don't wear roller skates... I wish they did, that would be very entertaining.  But they take your order at the car and bring it to your car, and you put the tray on the window.  There is something very satisfying about sitting in your car - &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;being waited on.  I haven't been yet this season... but I am waiting for just the right time.  A warm - but not hot summer day... I am going to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoper&lt;/span&gt; (yes, it's only spelled with 1 "p") Burger basket and a chocolate frappe (yes, it's 2 "p"s).  Now I need to call Vivian and make a date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; for the first time this season... A woman in my office picked it up on her way in... vanilla soft serve sundae with hot fudge (nowhere near as tasty as my step-mom Sue's) and peanuts... SO good!  Totally hit the spot.  There is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; on the way home, now I just need to make sure I don't make this little sundae treat a habit!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-1746465736268312086?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1746465736268312086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=1746465736268312086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/1746465736268312086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/1746465736268312086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the air'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RkDPVPZH00I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1CXhvuntKpg/s72-c/Fat+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7527416095104955095</id><published>2007-04-30T04:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T08:40:57.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inner B Reminder:</title><content type='html'>Today my calendar says:&lt;br /&gt;"An Inner Bitch Reminder:  If no one knows what you want, they won't be able to deliver.  It's up to you to let your wishes be known."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; that!  There is an Al-Anon saying, "Expectations are preconceived disappointments" basically saying the same thing as the calendar does.  I can't hold someone responsible for information they aren't given.  And it's okay to let someone know what I want - last night I was given an array of dinner options and I was able to tell Erica, I really want pizza, rather than saying, I don't care, whatever you want... granted that was a tiny little thing, but I did it (baby steps) and I think it's easier to do when it is someone I feel safe with, someone who I know loves me no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7527416095104955095?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7527416095104955095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7527416095104955095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7527416095104955095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7527416095104955095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/inner-b-reminder.html' title='An Inner B Reminder:'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8042584942341003436</id><published>2007-04-30T04:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T08:12:31.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>Not always my favorite day of the week... the work week looming ahead... the end of the weekend... ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been "separated" for 3 nights and 2 days and I feel like it has been weeks... we have talked, we have seen each other and it has been good - a little awkward at times, but good.  I have been doing my best to keep my head up and think positive... look forward, not back and try to take care of myself - something I am not good at, but I am slowly learning.  Tomorrow I am getting my first facial ever!  And a haircut... I have asked Vivian to keep reminding me that no, I really don't want to chop off all my hair right now :)  although it kind of feels like I do want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting to hear from my friend Sarah about renting a couple rooms in her house, which would be ideal... not living alone, but not having to share close quarters either... if that doesn't work out I will apt. hunting again... I haven't done that for so long.  I am so fortunate to have such loving friends and family who care about me and want the best for me.  I stayed at Pete &amp; Viv's Friday and Saturday... got to spend some good time with Viv and Nadia on Saturday.  Nadia cracks me up, she's a good distraction.  Yesterday afternoon I went to Erica &amp; Roy's in Portland where I will stay until I find a more permanent place to live.  They are so sweet, offering for a day, a week, a month or longer... of course I have no intention of taking advantage of them, it was nice to have the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could keep babbling on, but I will save something for later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8042584942341003436?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8042584942341003436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8042584942341003436' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8042584942341003436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8042584942341003436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/monday-ramblings.html' title='Monday Ramblings...'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-809776035506648536</id><published>2007-04-29T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:10:27.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al-Anon'/><title type='text'>These Boots are Made for Walkin'</title><content type='html'>I think it's a bit ironic that my fabulous new boots arrive on the day Steve and I have decided to separate. This has been a decision a long time in the making... I have decided that I will find somewhere else to live while we try to sell the house. I will keep you updated here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am not ready to talk... although I am not stuffing (my feelings or my face), I am grieving in my own way... I am sitting with my feelings and allowing myself to be as sad, hopeful, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;, tired, hurt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt; as I need to be - when I need to be and not trying to be anything for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a little flashback to my last break-up of a long-term relationship and cruising around in the car with my sisters Erin and Meagan belting out the disco classic by Gloria Gaynor &lt;strong&gt;- I will &lt;/strong&gt;survive. And I will, I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;will. &lt;/strong&gt;Now, if I could just get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; to sell me the dang song, I could add to the soundtrack of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep us in your prayers...&lt;br /&gt;AA Step 11. Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God, as we understood Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out. That's what we have been doing and what has helped with this decision. We still love each other and hope that this time apart will do what it needs to for our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-809776035506648536?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/809776035506648536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=809776035506648536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/809776035506648536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/809776035506648536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/these-boots-are-made-for-walkin.html' title='These Boots are Made for Walkin&apos;'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6260377737311660993</id><published>2007-04-27T05:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T10:36:01.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gitwyib'/><title type='text'>Toxic Niceness</title><content type='html'>My &lt;em&gt;Getting In Touch with Your Inner Bitch &lt;/em&gt;desk calendar talks about "Toxic Niceness" I love that phrase - Toxic Niceness.  I take this as being nice - too nice, just to be too nice... at the detriment of myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suggests that instead of saying no (which is sometimes hard) try saying "I don't think so" Period.  No further discussion is needed.  I don't need to explain why I can't do something I really don't want to do.  That's where the Toxic Niceness comes in - I would usually say yes - even if my gut was saying no :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 4/28 and 4/29 it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Inner Bitch Rule of Engagement:  State the facts that actually relate to a specific conflict.  Your Inner Bitch knows that saving up resentments as ammo for an argument is a sign of Toxic Niceness, so keep the fact that you've done the laundry for the last month out of the discussion about whose turn it is to clean the bathroom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of that... I don't say anything for so long then I just erupt!  Something else to work on... My work on myself is becoming a full time job! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6260377737311660993?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6260377737311660993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6260377737311660993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6260377737311660993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6260377737311660993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/toxic-niceness.html' title='Toxic Niceness'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5711516482636863886</id><published>2007-04-26T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:23.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>Little Shopping Spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RjDp7PZH0yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yfZBgewvpN0/s1600-h/mot_razr_pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057799585490522914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RjDp7PZH0yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yfZBgewvpN0/s200/mot_razr_pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got a new cell phone! And it was FREE.99!! (I got that from Steve, he says that and it cracks me up) It is so snazzy and I can't wait to take pictures of people so when they call me their picture will show up as the caller ID! Too fun... it doesn't take much to impress me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RjDqGPZH0zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UTL3V3C-fhs/s1600-h/Frye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057799774469083954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RjDqGPZH0zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UTL3V3C-fhs/s200/Frye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And if that wasn't exciting enough, I bought &lt;a href="http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-about-boots.html"&gt;the boots&lt;/a&gt;! I figured since I have been thinking about them for &lt;strong&gt;months&lt;/strong&gt; and I start working at the Osprey in less than a month... and I just paid off my credit card... and they will last for years and years, and they will go with most of my wardrobe... yeah, as you can tell I am still trying to justify this purchase a bit. Evelyn at work told me I was "materialistic" and I think that is the first time I have ever been called that! Eh, there's a first time for everything :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to pace myself! I think that's all the shopping/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; I will be able to handle for a couple months... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5711516482636863886?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5711516482636863886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5711516482636863886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5711516482636863886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5711516482636863886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-shopping-spree.html' title='Little Shopping Spree'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RjDp7PZH0yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yfZBgewvpN0/s72-c/mot_razr_pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-299175385175768973</id><published>2007-04-25T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:48:46.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al-Anon'/><title type='text'>Al-Anon Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>As is the case with my other Al-Anon posts, this could be of no interest to anyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in my Al-Anon meeting the topic was forgiveness, how do you do it, what are the effects, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in the meeting said that to truly forgive you have to have no expectations for the person you are forgiving.  Meaning, by accepting this apology I expect him stay and not leave me, I expect that he will still love me, etc.  Perhaps to truly understand that reasoning you need to be a co-dependant person.  How do you know if you are co dependant?  When you die and someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; life flashes before your eyes.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, that "joke" always cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Al-Anon we are encouraged to keep the focus on ourselves and not on the alcoholic.  It's only taken me 18 months, but I am finally starting to get it.  I have been a "stuffer" my whole life, I stuff my feelings until they overflow... like a volcano.  I have always stuffed my feelings and forgiven in order to keep the peace, keep others happy, keep a stupid boyfriend, etc. and now that I am starting to feel my feelings I am deciding there are things I am not ready to forgive.  And for once - it's okay.  I am learning to think for myself and do a little mental check in - by forgiving this person am I compromising myself?  Am I doing this to make &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt; feel better at my own expense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a process for me that could take a while, but it needs to be done.  Dynamics in my relationships are bound to change as I start stand on my own, and begin to work through my co dependency... just as they should&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-299175385175768973?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/299175385175768973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=299175385175768973' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/299175385175768973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/299175385175768973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/al-anon-forgiveness.html' title='Al-Anon Forgiveness'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8301507015983205920</id><published>2007-04-25T05:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T07:55:59.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke of the day'/><title type='text'>Metaphors</title><content type='html'>On my google homepage I have it set up to give me a joke of the day from Comedy Central, and today the joke (if you can call it that?) was "What are Metaphors?"  Here were the couple that cracked me up the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.&lt;br /&gt;She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword.&lt;br /&gt;It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.&lt;br /&gt;He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart   &lt;br /&gt;     reversing.&lt;br /&gt;She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.&lt;br /&gt;It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.&lt;br /&gt;Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe&lt;br /&gt;     It's Not Butter."&lt;br /&gt;The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.&lt;br /&gt;The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.&lt;br /&gt;The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red crayon.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.&lt;br /&gt;Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty cheesy, but I think that's why I liked them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8301507015983205920?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8301507015983205920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8301507015983205920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8301507015983205920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8301507015983205920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/metaphors.html' title='Metaphors'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6754766813164802897</id><published>2007-04-24T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:36:38.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gtkm'/><title type='text'>Self-Talk, my Inner Dialog</title><content type='html'>I am constantly bombarding myself with negative self-talk, talking down to myself and saying things to myself that I wouldn't say to anyone - ever - no matter how much I dislike that person, but here I am saying those things to myself... I haven't been able to stop it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Meagan introduced me to the website &lt;a href="http://www.mythoughtcoach.com/"&gt;My Thought Coach&lt;/a&gt;. I LOVE IT! It is all positive affirmations and meditations that you can download to your ipod - it was so easy even I could do it. I have created a morning meditation and an bedtime meditation, along with several others. It is so cheap $6.95 a month - unlimited use of the site and you get special downloads for being a "member".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have started listening - every chance I get - I have started to notice a positive change in my self-talk... I am not giving myself glowing reviews - YET, but I have only been listening since Friday and I think it's just going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like an Infomertial and I don't even care! I love it and I want other people to know about it too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6754766813164802897?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6754766813164802897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6754766813164802897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6754766813164802897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6754766813164802897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/self-talk-my-inner-dialog.html' title='Self-Talk, my Inner Dialog'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2534709764386186265</id><published>2007-04-23T05:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:23.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugarloaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>End of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Ri38IanSlVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bb6pYs8ZA7s/s1600-h/shorts+skiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056975178120205650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Ri38IanSlVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bb6pYs8ZA7s/s200/shorts+skiing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was my last day skiing for the season. Sugarloaf will be open 1 more weekend, but I am over it! It was SO warm! There were people skiing in shorts and t-shirts... I wasn't one of them so I was roasting! So, I skied my 3 runs and called it a day :) Look how much snow there still is - and it was 70 degrees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great to sit outside with our friends on "the beach" and enjoy the beautiful afternoon... This season was really good - not too much ice (people from Utah are saying what? ice?) and never so bitter cold you couldn't stand to be outside. But after 5 months and a couple weeks, I am ready for spring/summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2534709764386186265?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2534709764386186265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2534709764386186265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2534709764386186265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2534709764386186265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/end-of-season.html' title='End of the Season'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/Ri38IanSlVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bb6pYs8ZA7s/s72-c/shorts+skiing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8327601095332169577</id><published>2007-04-22T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T08:53:28.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gitwyib'/><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>"So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin.  Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother.  Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth.  If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves." - Native American wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this saying and wanted to pass it on.  My mother gave me this desk calendar for Christmas called "Getting in Touch with Your Inner Bitch"  All this time I thought my Inner Bitch and I were the best of friends!  Apparently that isn't the case.  The calendar is all about standing up for yourself, believing in yourself with some sassy quotes thrown in for good measure.  Every now and again there will be some more deep and meaningful quotes/days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8327601095332169577?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8327601095332169577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8327601095332169577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8327601095332169577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8327601095332169577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-375898260068440973</id><published>2007-04-20T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:23.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>A Tad Premature?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RikeiqnSlUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R9IhjRafct0/s1600-h/flops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055605637603562818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RikeiqnSlUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R9IhjRafct0/s200/flops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't help myself! I had been &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; cold for a week that when I heard today was going to be in the high 50's - I got a little crazy and decided to wear the new flops that Meagan gave me ----&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aren't they the cutest!? I am even wearing capri pants! See, that's the funny thing about Mainers - at the first sign of spring (any day over 40 degrees) you will start seeing people without coats... some short sleeve shirts here and there, then once it gets to be in the 50's it's like a summer day! sandals, shorts, capris, jeez a woman in my office was wearing a sleeveless shirt with her capris! Considering we spend 6+ months out of the year at 30 degrees or less, anything over 50 is a heat wave!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's just hope it stays this way... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-375898260068440973?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/375898260068440973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=375898260068440973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/375898260068440973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/375898260068440973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/tad-premature.html' title='A Tad Premature?'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RikeiqnSlUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R9IhjRafct0/s72-c/flops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8115354279802179637</id><published>2007-04-19T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:35:42.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>YIPPEE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WE HAVE POWER&lt;/span&gt;! Luckily it warmed up a bit last night - and I didn't go home until it was time to go to bed so I didn't mind quite as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was counting my many blessings last night - my home wasn't washed away in flood waters, or get flooded, nor did a tree fall on it, I don't have children (besides my big boys Steve &amp;amp; Chris) I needed to worry about without power for 4 days when it was so cold. I knew my power &lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt; come back on unlike people who live in places where they don't have or can't afford electricity... I actually have a home! I have loving a loving family and friends who would take us in if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8115354279802179637?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8115354279802179637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8115354279802179637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8115354279802179637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8115354279802179637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/yippee.html' title='YIPPEE!!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5276289761967559989</id><published>2007-04-18T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:35:19.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gtkm'/><title type='text'>Getting to know (a little about) me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I got this from my sister &lt;a href="http://corinneedwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-to-know-me.html"&gt;Corinne's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;For hours and hours I could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;read a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sit on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I feel best about myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when I work-out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when I am a good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when I accomplish a goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I absolutely cannot stand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rude "customer service professionals"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(I use the term loosely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;raw onions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;warm beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am afraid of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;failing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I love to splurge by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;going out to dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I save by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rarely paying full price for anything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(super bargain shopper!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;living in an old, tiny house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;driving an older car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am trying to work on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;asking for help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not being taken advantage of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;being true to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In high school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was in a competitive show choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I worked at the Mandarin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was able to GRADUATE!! (with a lot of summer school, and help in math from Sue and my sister Erin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In college...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hmmm... I only went for 2 semesters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I busted my butt to pass Math 101 - and didn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVED my history class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I feel I'm a good mom when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When my two big boys (Steve 38 &amp;amp; Chris 39) are well fed and happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I regret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't have regrets, I have experiences in my life I have learned from... choices I have made - some good, some not so good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I could never have too many...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5276289761967559989?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5276289761967559989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5276289761967559989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5276289761967559989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5276289761967559989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-hours-and-hours-i-could.html' title='Getting to know (a little about) me'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8069409862176109119</id><published>2007-04-18T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:35:02.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>OVER IT!</title><content type='html'>At first it was a bit of an adventure... now it is just a big pain in the butt! For two nights I have cooked by flashlight and ate dinner in the "ice box" a.k.a my house, boiled water to wash dishes in and gone to bed at 7:00 out of sheer boredom (and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' freezing!)... I am ready for a warm bed, and a warm meal - not cooked by me! I told Steve we would be eating out tonight, I would decide where :) I won't even get started on missing my &lt;a href="http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/guilty-pleasures.html"&gt;shows&lt;/a&gt;! Steve was headed to the YMCA last night to take a shower and he asked if I wanted to go. "Why would I want to go?" He said "because there is heat and light". I was ready to go before he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have NEVER made it as a pioneer... Anna from the gym who has two little kids said "at first it was fun to play Little House on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prairie&lt;/span&gt;, now I want my lights on". Chris said (as he was wrapped in a blanket with a ski coat and winter hat watching his breath plumes, while standing in the kitchen and warming his hands on the stove) "the novelty has worn off"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every prayer I say includes how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; I am for my house, and all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;luxuries&lt;/span&gt; I have. I know it is pretty pathetic to bitch about not having power for a couple days when there are much bigger problems all over. This is trivial in the big scheme of things... I think I needed a reminder of how lucky I really am. And here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8069409862176109119?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8069409862176109119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8069409862176109119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8069409862176109119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8069409862176109119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/over-it.html' title='OVER IT!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7092465353142737836</id><published>2007-04-17T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:24.083-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Candlelight Dinner for 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RiTnhRHkfZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LDnHJQbk2TI/s1600-h/Brunswick+Storm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054419240533392786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RiTnhRHkfZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LDnHJQbk2TI/s200/Brunswick+Storm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is on the highway in Brunswick (town where I work). The wind blew the semi over! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RiTmuxHkfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Uq9rPXlbAhk/s1600-h/Bath+Storm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054418372949998978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RiTmuxHkfYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Uq9rPXlbAhk/s200/Bath+Storm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture of the &lt;a href="http://kennebectavern.com/"&gt;Kennebec Tavern&lt;/a&gt; that sits on the Kennebec River. It's a little less than a mile from our house. This view is from the parking lot looking out onto the river - and the river that is now in the parking lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you heard about our &lt;a href="http://www.wcsh6.com/news/article.aspx?storyid=57887"&gt;crazy weather&lt;/a&gt; yesterday? I don't think I have ever seen it rain that hard &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; the wind gusts - up to 80 mph in some areas! We lost power sometime during the day while we were at work (of course, wouldn't you know it - we never lost power at work!) and it was still out when we left this morning. Yeah for a warm shower at the gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; glad we have a gas stove... I have always liked it for the cooking reasons, but when the power goes out - as it's known to do in Maine fairly often - I can still cook! We were still able to have a yummy, HOT dinner of Brunswick Stew (minus the biscuits, bummer) which was a treat because it was so cold in the house you could see your breath! I said to Steve and Chris "I swear it's colder in here than it is outside!" Steve told me to "open a window" hardee har har&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I going to try my hand at making spaghetti and meatballs by candlelight... and if we are lucky and have power - maybe I will finish our taxes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7092465353142737836?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7092465353142737836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7092465353142737836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7092465353142737836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7092465353142737836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/candlelight-dinner-for-3.html' title='Candlelight Dinner for 3'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RiTnhRHkfZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LDnHJQbk2TI/s72-c/Brunswick+Storm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2175894205626609440</id><published>2007-04-16T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:24.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugarloaf'/><title type='text'>Reggae Festival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RiTKqRHkfSI/AAAAAAAAADE/pKVisu2jjPU/s1600-h/Reggae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054387509315009826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="196" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RiTKqRHkfSI/AAAAAAAAADE/pKVisu2jjPU/s200/Reggae.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty hard to see me, but I am sure I'm in there somewhere :) This year was the biggest &lt;a href="http://www.sugarloaf.com/reggae07.html"&gt;Reggae Festival &lt;/a&gt;Sugarloaf has ever had! Usually by this time there aren't many runs open because it is getting so warm, but this was not the case! The mountain was 100% open - and still is! Sugarloaf has had 30+&lt;a href="http://www.sugarloaf.com/daily.html"&gt; inches of snow &lt;/a&gt;since last Friday... and it's scheduled to close this weekend :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who said global warming? (that's just a joke, I have seen "&lt;a href="http://www.pajiba.com/an-inconvenient-truth.htm"&gt;the movie&lt;/a&gt;" and am fully aware of the seriousness of the situation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Reggae Festival the bands play outside at "the beach" (which is where that picture was taken) during the day and inside at night. As you can see there are a ton of people! Did some good skiing and had a great time with the usual suspects Nancy, Jason, Chris, Stacy, Gus, Skipper, Hippy Jim, and got to know Deb and Chelsea a little better - good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year is the 20th Anniversary Reggae Festival - book your rooms now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2175894205626609440?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2175894205626609440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2175894205626609440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2175894205626609440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2175894205626609440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/reggae-festival.html' title='Reggae Festival!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RiTKqRHkfSI/AAAAAAAAADE/pKVisu2jjPU/s72-c/Reggae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6002803510675228682</id><published>2007-04-13T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:31:25.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>And I don't mean that in a bad way! Do you ever have a day where you feel great because you have accomplished so many things you wanted to? Yesterday was one of those days for me! I don't usually have them so I figured I had better write about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4:20 and did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; want to go to the gym... I just wasn't feeling it, especially when I started thinking about all the things I needed to do. I dragged my bum out of bed (still feeling tired from &lt;a href="http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/guilty-pleasures.html"&gt;watching tv &lt;/a&gt;the night before) and got going.  I did 3 loads of laundry, dishes, vacuumed and took a walk - all before 7:00am!!  After work?  Went to the grocery store, finished laundry (yeah, there was that much) made mac &amp; cheese and cupcakes to take to Sugarloaf this weekend and started our taxes!  (why rush these things?... I wait until the last possible moment - obviously!)  all before 9:30 when I collapsed into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel I have license to slack off for the rest of the week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6002803510675228682?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6002803510675228682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6002803510675228682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6002803510675228682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6002803510675228682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-473755795781421975</id><published>2007-04-12T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:32:55.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>I am going to admit it - right here and now. I have been SUCKED into a couple of so-called "reality" tv shows... here are my 4 in the order I watch them and who I want to win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dancing with the Starts (Ian Ziering or Joey Fatone)&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol (Blake or Jordin?)&lt;br /&gt;3. America's Next Top Model (Dionne or Jaslene)&lt;br /&gt;4. Search for the Next Doll (Melissa S. - because Anastasia is gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defence - I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watched these shows until I spent two weeks at Meagan's house where we watched just a little bit of tv ;) But &lt;strong&gt;now!&lt;/strong&gt; I can't miss an episode! I stay up too late watching - then I am too tired the next morning! Next season I am getting digital cable so I don't have to lose my beauty rest over this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me - I can't be the only one, right? Don't you have a guilty pleasure tv show? (we will discuss other guilty pleasures in weeks to come) Please share...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-473755795781421975?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/473755795781421975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=473755795781421975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/473755795781421975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/473755795781421975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2194365487577628864</id><published>2007-04-11T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:32:35.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al-Anon'/><title type='text'>Al-Anon Insight</title><content type='html'>This post might be too much, too boring or too unrelated for most. I don't know why I don't typically write about this stuff (for the previously mentioned reasons perhaps?)... suddenly I felt like I needed to. More for my own reasons that for people to read. I need to be able to read it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attend &lt;a href="http://www.al-anon.alateen.org/english.html"&gt;Al-Anon meetings&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite meeting is on Wednesday mornings at the Seventh Day Adventist Church. (Although Al-Anon is in no way religiously affiliated, it seems like most meetings are in churches.) It is a large group, around 30 people and it stays on track and focused which I really like. A lot of other meetings I have been to felt like a big bitch session about the "alcoholic" and this group doesn't. How is complaining helpful? What is it changing? I have said so many times, I really wish I would have found Al-Anon BEFORE Steve stopped drinking. I could have saved myself years of grief and resentment. I am learning ways to deal/cope with all situations in my life - not just those related to alcoholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the topic was Detachment, and the concept of detaching with love... something I have yet to master... okay, honestly? really even use. Detaching is allowing a person to be responsible for their own actions - no matter how badly they are hurting themselves (which is the hardest time.) It is not trying to control any and every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to "detach" with manipulation, with nagging, crying and the most used - indifference. The indifference is what I was interpreting as detaching with love... because I wasn't nagging, manipulating or crying, I was just ignoring. But really... is ignoring loving? And I am not actually detaching if I am employing my former techniques, am I? (rhetorical question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am FINALLY learning I don't have to fix everything - I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; fix everything, no matter how hard I try. I think that is part of an oldest child thing... or maybe it's just my personality? a combo? I don't need to jump in every time someone makes a comment about something they need to do - I don't have to offer to help. I can wait to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;asked!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How is that for a concept... I don't have to give "advice" on everything. In our opening it says "In Al-Anon, we don't give advice, we share our experience, strength and hope." Hearing the "old timers" and how far they have grown in their relationships with themselves and others. Gives me hope. :) I have met amazing people in the program and am so grateful for Al-Anon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2194365487577628864?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2194365487577628864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2194365487577628864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2194365487577628864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2194365487577628864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/al-anon-insight.html' title='Al-Anon Insight'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-7093605939865307590</id><published>2007-04-09T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:32:20.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>We had a great time with Steve's family on Easter. We went to Renee &amp;amp; Payne's house in New Gloucester, ME. Wish The Mother could have been there, but she wasn't feeling well. Steve's family cracks me up, we have such a good time together. The nephews are getting so big. If you get a chance - ask me about Simon's (my nephew) fish... a bit of a grown-up story I won't post here so as not to offend anyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bunny named Leah (a friend, not The Mother) gave me some pink peeps! I don't think I have had a little something on Easter since I lived at my Dad's house and the Easter Bunny would bring us kids a little something wrapped in white tissue paper and decorated with ribbon and Snoopy stickers... not to mention massive amounts of candy. Mrs. Bartlett (Chris' mother) gave me some adorable dish towels with little chicks embroidered on them... wrapped in white tissue and tied with a yellow ribbon!! - it was just like being a kid again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-7093605939865307590?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7093605939865307590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=7093605939865307590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7093605939865307590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/7093605939865307590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5448527872868709319</id><published>2007-04-07T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:32:01.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><title type='text'>Hitched without a hitch</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it! I FINALLY coordinated a wedding - and got PAID for it!! It went well, only 1 tiny snafu... the deck was supposed to be cleared of snow and it wasn't. I am so pleased, and inspired to start doing it more seriously. My friend Chris teases me about how much I love weddings. He says my being a wedding coordinator is like an alcoholic owning a bar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5448527872868709319?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5448527872868709319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5448527872868709319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5448527872868709319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5448527872868709319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/hitched-without-hitch.html' title='Hitched without a hitch'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-6817489580536977666</id><published>2007-04-03T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:24.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>Good to be home</title><content type='html'>Although it was touch and go there for a bit! Flying has become such a hassle... I suppose if I was a person who didn't wear make-up or shower on a regular basis it wouldn't be as big of a deal, but I can't do a carry-on anymore unless I either buy new make-up, shampoo, conditioner, etc. or go without. I can't fit all my products into the 3 oz containers that then fit into &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;quart size bag! I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little brother Christopher said he would take me to the airport for my trip home, he had his Google map and we were all set to go. The trip should take about 45 minutes and we had left 2 hours early... yeah, the Google map was wrong. We ended up in a residential neighborhood a good 45 minutes from the airport, with my plane leaving in 45 minutes. I called JetBlue to discuss my options should I miss my flight... it (yes, there was really only 1 option) was a flight home the next day for $180. I was FREAKING out inside - but I kept my cool, I felt bad that Chris was so stressed out... once we got there I checked in, and the plane was still there - all I had to do was get to the gate... through the security line from hell. Finally I got through it and ran (as much as I run?) as fast as I could in inappropriate footwear. I got there just in time to see the plane pull away from the gate... at this point I am crying - not for missing my plane, but for the $180 it's going to cost me to get home! The woman behind the counter must have felt sorry for the mascara smeared, sweat stained, red faced freak standing in front of her and helped me out. Booked me on a flight the next day - confirmed seat, not even stand by - FOR FREE!! I was very pleased with my JetBlue experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris took me back to Meagan's for another last night (and some P.F. Chang's!). The only real bummer was the fact that the airline still had my bag... did I mention I hate not being able to carry-on luggage? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Chris and I were touring some fine areas in Virginia, I was thinking that our little road trip was the most time we have spent together - 1 on 1 - since he was a little boy and we still lived in Utah... a couple of years before the move to D.C. He has grown into such an amazing, smart, handsome young man that I am proud to have for a brother. Thanks again for the ride and excellent conversation big guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049191572574408722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RhJU-8YxkBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/M661U6KSvs4/s200/Chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-6817489580536977666?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/6817489580536977666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=6817489580536977666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6817489580536977666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/6817489580536977666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-to-be-home.html' title='Good to be home'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RhJU-8YxkBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/M661U6KSvs4/s72-c/Chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2755691816088541289</id><published>2007-04-03T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:25.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex'/><title type='text'>My Visit with AleBaBa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RhJAAsYxj-I/AAAAAAAAACk/IAmxP4zkUKk/s1600-h/one+month+with+A+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049168512894996450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RhJAAsYxj-I/AAAAAAAAACk/IAmxP4zkUKk/s200/one%2Bmonth%2Bwith%2BA%2B6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent 10 fun filled days and late nights in Columbia, MD with my beautiful new niece Alexandra, Meagan &amp; Jon. I can't believe how attached to her I am. I love everything about her and can't wait to see her again. She makes the funniest faces! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049168757708132338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RhJAO8Yxj_I/AAAAAAAAACs/BHmWDQDxqZA/s200/funny%2Bface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan &amp; Jon are doing such a good job with their little one. Jon is a HUGE help, waits on Meagan when he is home like her personal assistant, it was so sweet - not to mention the nighttime feedings he does, lots of diapers and some fun carrying techniques. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049169775615381506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RhJBKMYxkAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nuMR1jmfh8A/s200/football%2Bhold1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alexandra is growing like crazy and is such a good baby, I can't thank Meagan and Jon enough for letting me spend so much time with them. It was such a treat for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RhI_pMYxj9I/AAAAAAAAACc/G2qLOVsUGQ4/s1600-h/funny+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2755691816088541289?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2755691816088541289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2755691816088541289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2755691816088541289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2755691816088541289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-visit-with-alebaba.html' title='My Visit with AleBaBa'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RhJAAsYxj-I/AAAAAAAAACk/IAmxP4zkUKk/s72-c/one%2Bmonth%2Bwith%2BA%2B6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-183079832521109560</id><published>2007-04-03T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:30:47.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my last post was the middle of March... how time has flown by! I will back track a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 3/17/07 we celebrated St. Patrick's Day with our friends the Senecal's and their son Chase who had his first birthday! I can't believe he is already a year old. He is so cute and personable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night my girlfriend Nancy Riggs and I volunteered at the &lt;a href="http://sweetser.org/about/news/archives/2007-03-20-auction.html"&gt;Sweetser Auction&lt;/a&gt;. We did it last year and had a great time. Our job was to sell the 50/50 raffle tickets so we get to mingle, and talk to a lot of people. What made part of the day/afternoon an bit of an adventure was the power outage at our house! The auction is a bit of a fancy affair so we needed to get dressed up, much thanks to Vivian for letting us get ready (and the wine) at her beautiful home before heading to the birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donated handmade gift cards (duh, should have taken a picture of them!) and they sold for $45!! Granted the first bottle of maple syrup made by the kids at the Sweetser School went for over $300... I think people just really want to give. And I am glad they do since it pays my salary! Gotta love a not for profit work environment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-183079832521109560?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/183079832521109560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=183079832521109560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/183079832521109560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/183079832521109560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/04/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5418295765087277365</id><published>2007-03-13T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:30:32.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugarloaf'/><title type='text'>What a Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Steve and I spent a long weekend at &lt;a href="http://www.sugarloaf.com/mountain.html"&gt;Sugarloaf/USA &lt;/a&gt;with our friends the Jason &amp;amp; Nancy Riggs. Jason and Nancy have an apartment in Carrabassett Valley which is only about 10 minutes from the mountain. It's so nice to have a place to stay while we are up there. It takes us a little over 2 hours to get to the valley from our house... we have done the up and back trips several times this year (that's a round trip in a day), but it's so nice to stay when we have several days of skiing planned. We took off Friday and Monday from and made the most of what could be the last weekend of skiing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy and I skied together on Friday and it was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMAZING &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;probably my favorite day so far this year. I actually skied my first black diamond! Please keep in mind it was only because the conditions were ideal (no ice, no bumps and a perfectly groomed trail - and hardly another person on the trail) it was so fun! Nancy is a much better skier than I am now, it was nice of her to take it easy and ski with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a lot more of the same, although it was the most crowded I have seen it all year. Stacy and I skied together for a couple runs before she had to go to work - I kept up with her! That night I went out to The Widowmaker for the first time in years. We (Steve and I) don't go back up to the mountain once we are done skiing for the day... seems like too much work and I am usually too tired. Cheesy live band, good friends, good drinks - good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fun as it is to be away, it's really good to come home. My cats missed us and I like sleeping in my own bed... cooking in my own kitchen, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5418295765087277365?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5418295765087277365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5418295765087277365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5418295765087277365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5418295765087277365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-3219742803300984295</id><published>2007-03-02T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:25.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex'/><title type='text'>I love being an Auntie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037308739908567554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RegdnDI4ggI/AAAAAAAAACE/doejH2CpzC4/s200/AleBaBa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Being an Auntie never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Announcing Alexandra Olson Alder! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My sister Meagan had her first baby Wednesday 2/28/07 at 9:13 pm. Alex weighs 6 pounds, 11 ounces and is 19" long. I am so happy for Meagan and Jon... I tear up when I think about it. It has been so amazing to be in such close contact with her through this journey. I was there the morning she took her pregnancy test and the first one she told (besides Jon, obviously). I have heard all the stories about how her body was changing, her doctor's appointments, hypnobirthing and was part of the nursery &lt;a href="http://meaganolson.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-all-started-about-three-months-ago.html"&gt;painting debacle &lt;/a&gt;:) I can't wait to meet and hold the sweet little one who I have decided to call AleBaBa since I already have a nephew Alex. Thankfully my sweet sister Erin sent pictures this morning and that will have to do until I get to see her on the 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for all my nieces and nephews - Alexander, Graham, Simon, Sheely, Xavier, Preston, Emma, Mary, Ava, Alexandra and Nadia for all the fun times we have had and will have. They all have a special place in my heart and I love them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-3219742803300984295?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/3219742803300984295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=3219742803300984295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3219742803300984295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/3219742803300984295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-being-auntie.html' title='I love being an Auntie'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RegdnDI4ggI/AAAAAAAAACE/doejH2CpzC4/s72-c/AleBaBa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-9190624971619923240</id><published>2007-02-14T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:25.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RdMfYQmtt8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q90ITlOOKuE/s1600-h/20070214-VDAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031399710337644482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RdMfYQmtt8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q90ITlOOKuE/s200/20070214-VDAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That picture is from one of my favorite sites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuffonmycat.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.stuffonmycat.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; perhaps you have to be a cat lover (which I might not be...) to appreciate it, but there is some funny stuff on there. Steve sent this to me this morning as an e-Valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We are finally getting some snow! We have hardly had any this year and now we are supposed to get over a foot! I will be surprised - pleasantly so - if we get that much. Sugarloaf is supposed to get over 2 feet! I am playing hooky on Friday and we are going skiing! I need to keep breaking in my new ski boots! I hear it can take over a season! ugh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tonight we are celebrating the overrated Hallmark holiday with me cooking a "special" dinner: caramelized onion and goat cheese salad with balsamic vinaigrette, salmon with a balsamic reduction, roasted new potatoes and sugar snap peas. For dessert? A Cold Stone ice cream cake! YIPPEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-9190624971619923240?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/9190624971619923240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=9190624971619923240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/9190624971619923240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/9190624971619923240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RdMfYQmtt8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q90ITlOOKuE/s72-c/20070214-VDAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2726539576986619041</id><published>2007-02-14T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:26.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nadia'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Nadia</title><content type='html'>It's been a while I have seen Nadia. For those of you who don't know, Nadia is the 2 year old daughter of my dear friends Peter &amp; Vivian. I refer to her as my niece and she calls me Auntie. It's been hard being so far away from all my blood related nieces and nephews (in MD, NC and NV), so I feel fortunate to be close to Nadia. She is the most beautiful, funny and smart little girl I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Steve, Chris (our good friend) and I went to PVN's house (abbreviated Peter, Vivian and Nadia) to get take-out and spend some time together. I had not seen Peter or Nadia since before I went to MD for Meagan's baby shower - it's been almost 3 weeks! (I am fortunate enough to see Vivian at least once a week.) I know it doesn't sound like that long, but when I am used to seeing them at least once a week - it seemed like forever. When I first came in the door, Nadia started saying "AUNTIE" both verbal and signing and would then would point to me, she did this several times :) She let me hold her for a long time, snuggling into my neck and being so sweet. I can't believe how much I missed her! She is growing up so fast and learning more all the time... I feel like when too much time goes by without seeing her, she is going to forget me... thankfully she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of Nadia:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RdMZMwmtt5I/AAAAAAAAABU/oaZepdxd45A/s1600-h/Nadia_blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031392915699382162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RdMZMwmtt5I/AAAAAAAAABU/oaZepdxd45A/s200/Nadia_blanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RdMZXQmtt6I/AAAAAAAAABc/6gXfxQNf-qQ/s1600-h/Nadia_mad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031393096088008610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RdMZXQmtt6I/AAAAAAAAABc/6gXfxQNf-qQ/s200/Nadia_mad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RdMZqQmtt7I/AAAAAAAAABk/P1zixT01Fao/s1600-h/Nadia_laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031393422505523122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RdMZqQmtt7I/AAAAAAAAABk/P1zixT01Fao/s200/Nadia_laughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is of her and the blanket I made her for Hanukkah, the second is Exasperated Nadia (apparently not pleased with the leggings she had to wear under her dress) and the 3rd is Auntie and Nadia. It's clear I absolutely love this little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2726539576986619041?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2726539576986619041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2726539576986619041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2726539576986619041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2726539576986619041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-sweet-nadia.html' title='My Sweet Nadia'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RdMZMwmtt5I/AAAAAAAAABU/oaZepdxd45A/s72-c/Nadia_blanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-8731057760038531099</id><published>2007-02-08T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:26.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Craving Caramel Corn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RcsyDAmtt4I/AAAAAAAAABI/0TO12X-V-Z0/s1600-h/popcornpopper_1932_5086501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029168436172666754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RcsyDAmtt4I/AAAAAAAAABI/0TO12X-V-Z0/s200/popcornpopper_1932_5086501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have very fond memories of my mom, Meagan and I sitting on the green couch in our duplex in Sugar House (Utah) eating warm, gooey, chewy caramel corn with spoons from the popcorn bowl. Yes, we had a bowl dedicated to popcorn. Popcorn is a big deal in my family. We used to have it at Donee &amp;amp; Grandpa Rick's house every time we went over. Grandpa Rick has used a variety of methods over the years but the current - and my favorite - is the pan on the stove (see image on the right). I think this makes the best popcorn. I digress... I was talking about my memories of caramel corn. I remember being 8 years old, in my body cast and being such a pain in the butt! My poor mother, the only things I remember willing eating during that time are pepperoni pizza and caramel corn. I'm not sure how she managed to tolerate me for those 3 months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I decided I was going to make it. I had the ingredients (listed below) and was ready to go... I was only missing 1 thing - a popcorn popper! I was talking to my mother on the phone telling her I was going to try cooking it on the stove like Steve does, she suggested I could cook it in the microwave. I responded with yeah, that would work, except I don't have a microwave! She thought that was a riot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to pop the corn without burning it, and it turned out pretty well... not as perfect as Steve's, but good enough to be covered in caramel. I got all the ingredients in the pan and realized I added white sugar not brown! GRRR!! Start over. Next batch I totally over cooked to the point that this morning it was like a brick in a bowl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refuse to give up, especially when it comes to cooking something... I will try it until I get it right at least once. I bought everything I needed on my way into work this morning - including a candy thermometer so I won't cook it past the soft ball stage which is clearly what happened last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those ready to try for themselves:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dry popcorn, kernels picked out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can sweetened condensed milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup light Karo syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup butter (&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; margarine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups packed brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cook to softball stage, poor over popcorn. I like to add peanuts. Can form into popcorn balls or eat from the big bowl with a spoon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-8731057760038531099?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8731057760038531099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=8731057760038531099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8731057760038531099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/8731057760038531099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/02/craving-caramel-corn.html' title='Craving Caramel Corn'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RcsyDAmtt4I/AAAAAAAAABI/0TO12X-V-Z0/s72-c/popcornpopper_1932_5086501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2532298841975511726</id><published>2007-02-06T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:27.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>All about boots</title><content type='html'>Steve and I went skiing this past weekend, and it was a bit chilly but very sunny with excellent conditions. One would think I would be totally psyched to ski... yeah, not so much. I have been getting increasingly frustrated by lack of progress - more bluntly put - I suck. I didn't used to suck, but I seem to be getting worse. My boots KILL my feet and it is like some sort of torture to put them on and do a run that is more than a bunny slope. Seriously - these should be used by the mob to get people to talk. I keep thinking I can tough it out... I will get better... It's to the point where I am embarrassed how slow I am so I spend the majority of the time skiing by myself. Thank heaven Steve bought me a Nano for Christmas so I have some company. Don't misunderstand - my friends offer all the time to ski with me, but I say no, knowing it's not fun for them to do the wimpy runs... (I miss my ski buddies Nancy Senecal and Stacy Garrity, they didn't seem to mind the green trails... Nancy Riggs is runnin' with the big dogs now - when she isn't working)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our first run on Sunday as we were riding the lift back up I started to cry... I was telling Steve how badly my feet hurt, skiing isn't fun for me, I am not getting better I am getting worse. He told me to head i&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RcsuYQmtt2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/WyTsgc7L6UY/s1600-h/BEAST__10__WL_NORDICA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029164403198375778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RcsuYQmtt2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/WyTsgc7L6UY/s200/BEAST__10__WL_NORDICA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nto the ski shop and get &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; boot fit. *I already have custom foot beds in my boots that were supposed to help with the pain. So I did. And what do you know? My boots don't fit (duh!). The guy told me they are a size too big, that's why my arches cramp up and why my feet go numb, why I can't control my skis, why I can't make a good turn, why I am working so hard at something that is supposed to be fun and why I am not getting any better. What a relief to know it isn't ME, but my dang boots! Then of course he offered to sell me a pair for $300 - but that includes fittings for the life of my boots. I have looked online and from what I have found it is a really good deal for these particular boots. See? Aren't they pretty? Here's the thing - I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to ski and ski well. I don't want to give up. I'll keep you posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of pretty boots - here are the pair of NON skiing boots I real&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RcsuwAmtt3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/PLNuEZCRpmA/s1600-h/Frye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029164811220268914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RcsuwAmtt3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/PLNuEZCRpmA/s200/Frye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly want... &lt;strong&gt;these &lt;/strong&gt;boots are made for walkin'! I have had my eye on them for some time... and will continue to have my eye on them until I start working at the Osprey and have some spending money. So for now I just drool over the picture :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2532298841975511726?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2532298841975511726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2532298841975511726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2532298841975511726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2532298841975511726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-about-boots.html' title='All about boots'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/RcsuYQmtt2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/WyTsgc7L6UY/s72-c/BEAST__10__WL_NORDICA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-5162243951314811239</id><published>2007-02-02T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:27:54.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><title type='text'>It's good to be back</title><content type='html'>As you may or may not know I had taken several months off from the gym. I realized at one point I had been going pretty consistently (3+ days a week) for over 7 years! I decided to take a break for a while - long background story that I will get into at some point. It was so great to be back! I go to Women's Fitness in Brunswick &lt;a href="http://www.womensfitnessstudio.org/"&gt;http://www.womensfitnessstudio.org/&lt;/a&gt; and it is so clean, doesn't have that nasty smell like co-ed gyms have... it's really nice. I have met some great women that I have a really good time with and that I have missed for the past several months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was in the Body Step class (step aerobics) &lt;a href="http://www.lesmills.com/site/programs/bodystep-group-fitness-program.aspx"&gt;http://www.lesmills.com/site/programs/bodystep-group-fitness-program.aspx&lt;/a&gt; at one point during the routine the instructor says "Great job, Adrienne!" After the track (song) was over I turned to Ann and said "Ha, it's painfully obvious who the favorite is around here" referring to myself, obviously and she responded with "Well, Anna (instructor) just just feels bad for you because you're gonna fall during speed track". (the next track, and as the name indicates - it's fast!) Yeah, she was right - I FELL!! I landed like a upended turtle with my hands and knees in the air kind of rocking back and forth for a second, it was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; funny!! I got up, looked at Ann and we about fell over laughing. Of course this was after I called her a name that rhymes with stitch for jinxing me. Thankfully, I wasn't hurt and was able to continue. On my way out the woman at the front desk asked if I needed to fill out an incident report for my injury... that Ann, she's always such a joker! It really was a great way to start my day. Already I am feeling an improvement in my overall mental health from just one week of exercise. Now, if I could just loose weight as fast as I gain it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy it's Friday! Tonight I am getting together with my friend Carla who I haven't seen for so long! She is getting married! We are going to catch up and hopefully start planning the wedding, oh how I love a wedding :) Tomorrow morning we are headed to Sugarloaf &lt;a href="http://www.sugarloaf.com/mountain.html"&gt;http://www.sugarloaf.com/mountain.html&lt;/a&gt; to ski... I haven't been for weeks and I am excited to see our friends and be outside enjoying the fresh air. Sunday is the Super Bowl - but who cares? The Pats aren't playing so I have lost what little interest I might have been able to muster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-5162243951314811239?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/5162243951314811239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=5162243951314811239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5162243951314811239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/5162243951314811239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-good-to-be-back.html' title='It&apos;s good to be back'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805571414263245134.post-2866742954887870261</id><published>2007-02-02T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:24:29.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get It Started</title><content type='html'>After several requests from my siblings - I am starting a blog.  It'll be interesting (to me) to see what I will find to write about.  I'll try to keep it updated and somewhat informative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805571414263245134-2866742954887870261?l=adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2866742954887870261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805571414263245134&amp;postID=2866742954887870261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2866742954887870261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805571414263245134/posts/default/2866742954887870261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrienne-stjean.blogspot.com/2007/02/lets-get-it-started.html' title='Let&apos;s Get It Started'/><author><name>Adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16934828399560286179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cS3mIXYYbIs/R2a7KmpQWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIA7bh2IMoI/S220/a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
