<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842</id><updated>2009-12-17T21:03:49.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-8256676109699007452</id><published>2009-07-07T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:26:21.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MoTab and such</title><content type='html'>Since I had to work the day of the MoTab concert we got a little late start heading to Red Rocks. We did however make it there with plenty of time. Once we got into the area for parking I noticed that the brakes on my car were screeching rather loudly. Fabulous, almost 80 miles from home. Two of my three brothers were in Idaho for the week dirtbiking and the other still at work. I chose to not worry about it and have faith that we would get home safe when the time came. So after we parked we discovered we had a trek ahead. I had never been to the Red Rocks venue so I had no idea what was in store. After walking up a hill I noticed that there was a massive amount of steps that had to be climbed. Are you freaking kidding me?! We had to stop every other set to take a breather. These were not regular steps oh no, they were a little bit more steep then normal stairs. Once we got to the top we looked at out tickets and thank goodness we were in row 17. We climbed the last few steps and victory we were at out seats. After a brief rest I went to the food stand and got us some food. Not fabulous but whatever. Once the concert started my eyes were glued. I discovered that this concert was going to be awesome and there were going to be tears. One of the best things is that President Thomas S. Monson was there. Wow was that awsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the songs that they performed were wonderful but when they started singing Come Thou Fount, I really kida lost it. That is one of my favorite songs. I love singing it because being a first soprano and getting to sing those high notes is what I live for. I feel like I am a bird and flying as high as possible. It makes my spirit soar. My heart flutters and emotions flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time to leave the trip to the car wasn't as annoying as the trip up. I guess it was because it was downhill. When we got to my car I said a little silent prayer to get us home or at least somewhere close to it. We made it home. But I could slam on the brakes so I had to be extra careful with my driving. The next day I had to take my moms Jeep to work and she took Dustins truck. I called B.J., the brother who was home and asked if he could check my brakes. I had to carpool with Amy on Wednesday and Thursday. She works 7-4 and I 8-5. I of course had to come in early. Getting up an hour earlier is not fun when you had play rehearsal until close to ten the night before and not getting to bed until well after eleven. On Wednesday I was tired, not having a good day. Found out a friend got engaged, one had a baby and another started dating someone, and found out I had to get new brakepads and rotors on my car. I was done with the day. I just wanted it to be over. I went to bed fairly early. Woke up around 11 wondering why the neighbors were still lighting off fireworks. I was ticked off. I was cold so I decided to shut my window only to discover the that "fireworks" noise was actually rain. Whatever. On Thursday night I gave my brother a blank check to get the parts. By Thursday night I had my car back. yeah. Friday morning I was able to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mom had an appointment to get a pedicure out at Centerra I decided to drop her off and then go shopping. I got my Jonas Brothers 3D movie and then headed over to Bath and Body works to buy Amy's birthday present. We were going to see a movie after she was done but we changed out minds. We went out shopping later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to B.J.'s house for a BBQ/Birthday party. It was fun. Then the raiin came pouring down. Never in my life has the Loveland fireworks display been cancelled but with the heavy rain it was looking like it just might happen. NO!!!! We all went home for a bit, Zoey needed a nap. She decided to come to our house to take her nap. After her chocolate milk she was out. Around 6 we went back to B.J.'s to wait out the rain and hope that the fireworks were still on. At 8pm the rain had stopped and the sun was trying to peek out. Yes, we all got in the truck and headed toward Lake Loveland and found our spot to watch the fireworks. After that we went back to B.J.'s and lit off some just for us. Well B.J. being the pyro we all know and love bought a balck cat thing a few years ago before Zoey was born. He figured that since it was so wet and people were still leaving the park and such we were safe. Oh and the neighbors were lighting off was more illegal fireworks then us. He lit it and it was off. It was loud and almost never ending. Well one part came near us and Zoey being just cute and have to laugh said," oh S#$%" yup loud and clear. It was a good ending to the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-8256676109699007452?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/8256676109699007452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=8256676109699007452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/8256676109699007452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/8256676109699007452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2009/07/motab-and-such.html' title='MoTab and such'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-355489054873018134</id><published>2009-06-26T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:56:38.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Moly</title><content type='html'>Crazy is the theme of my life at the moment. I started out spring looking for a job. All because I stood my ground. I am tired of people thinking that they can walk all over me. I am not like some  women who let people walk all over them and make them do what they want them to do. I have a voice and I am using it. I changed my phone number because I finally had had enough harrassing phone calls from my father. I realized that I can control it. First step was changing my number. When and if I am ready to talk to him again I will but until then I am doing this for my sanity. I don't know why things were done. I can't read minds. For one thing I shouldn't be involved in the goings on of the divorce. I am the daughter and I will not be forced to choose sides. I am tired of the emotional and verbal abuse I recieved. I have felt so much relief since i took that first step into gaining control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month, along with my mom we decided to audition for 7 Brides for 7 Brothers that is being done at the local dinner theater. We both got in. I am Mrs. Bixby and my mom is Mrs. Perkins. So far I have five or six lines. Not just little lines but full sentences. I am gonna try not to throw up. All the other plays I have done I have been in the chorus. In the Music Man I had was one little three word phrase. Not this time. No siree. So now we have rehearsals once a week until the middle of July and then after that two or three times a week and then the performances are Friday, Saturday evenings and Sunday afternoons. They have doubles for most of the cast so we won't have to be at every performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week my mom and I went to the Jonas Brothers concert at the Pepsi Center. It was so much freaking fun. Their stage was in the round and it was massive. It turned. The center where they came up could be turned into a trampoline for tricks and the water wall that they had was unbelievable. It rained hearts and words and other designs. Truly awesome. I don't really care if people think I am too old to like their music. I am beyond caring what others thinks about things that I choose to like. Music is such a huge part of my life. If it moves me and I enjoy it than that is all that matters. They put on a great show. Their opening acts were Honor Society and they are different but I like them. Also Jordin Sparks was there. She is just awesome.  Her single Battlefield rocks. I won tickets from Verizon after I had already bought my own. I tried every one I knew to give them away. They either couldn't go or they were not fans. So I took them with me with the intent of finding someone to give them to. I was going to find someone who was on the upper level to bring them down to the first level. No such luck. Sad to say that two good seats went to waste. I bought the tour book, two lanyards and a necklace. I gave one of the lanyards to my mom. She had just as much fun as I did. She went with me last year for the Burnin Up tour. We are going to make it a yearly event as long as they keep coming back to Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is summer the Colorado Mormon Chorale is taking a break. We go back at the end of August. We are doing one performance at the end of July but that is with songs that we know like the back of our hands. One of the songs I get to play my flute. I used to get nervous playing in front of people but now I don't. I stay focused and let it all go. I do that with singing to. Now speaking in front of people that makes me shake. No idea why. We get to sing the National Anthem at one of the Colorado Rockies games in September. We get to be in center field. We get told every year that we are not allowed to walk on the chalked lines. We have to step over them. They get upset if you do. Can't mess of the foul-line now can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Monday my mom and I are going to Red Rocks Amphetheater to hear the Mormon Tabernacle Choir perform. The last time we saw them was at the Pepsi Center. It was I think 3 or 4 years ago.  It is just fun to hear them. Listening to music is just so much more fulfilling when you listen to it live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Zoey is 2 1/2 now and boy is she a handful of energy. She loves getting her fingernails and toenails painted so when she is getting cranky she follows Aunt April and we go paint them. she secretly loves the cotton balls I put between her toes. She had even mastered walking on her heels. She is such a performer. I have a little microphone that I got in a happy meal once and she brings in a step-stool from the kitchen and stands on it and starts singing. Her favorite song to perform is the itsy bitsy spider but someone has to do the actions. She loves Five monkeys jumping on the bed but hasn't quite grasped the concept of counting down as one monkey falls off. In her mind the one that fell off just gets back on. Such a performer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-355489054873018134?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/355489054873018134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=355489054873018134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/355489054873018134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/355489054873018134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-moly.html' title='Holy Moly'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-2156205421833031072</id><published>2009-06-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:52:41.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sweet summer</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in quite sometime. Twitter got to me. I know I am not the only one to have that happen. Crazy crazy crazy. So I am no longer working at my old job. I am working at a temp job until I find something more permanant. Not my idea but I need to work. In less then three weeks I will be going to my second Jonas Brothers concert. So excited. I have floor seats and they are close. My mom is going with me again. Then we have the Mormon Tabernacle concert at Redrocks. I can't remember the date but it is coming up soon. We have had tickets for that for quite a while. It should be awesome. The last time we saw them was when they were at the Pepsi Center. I have changed my phone number too and have given it to trusted people via their e-mail. Got tired of stupid harrassing phone calls. I am in control. I have no clue what else to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-2156205421833031072?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/2156205421833031072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=2156205421833031072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/2156205421833031072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/2156205421833031072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-sweet-summer.html' title='Sweet sweet summer'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-2164488392715783606</id><published>2009-04-18T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:07:41.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Book</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in so long I thought that I would put a little blurb of something. I finished a book last week that was just awesome. It is called the Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo. It was an easy read and it is a book about following your dreams. Normally I wouldn't read a book like that but it was mentioned tons of times so I thought that I would give it a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-2164488392715783606?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/2164488392715783606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=2164488392715783606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/2164488392715783606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/2164488392715783606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-book.html' title='Great Book'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-3876355891197947595</id><published>2009-01-29T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:46:01.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some relief</title><content type='html'>So for the past almost years my parents have been working out details of the divorce. When this all occured I told my parents that I will not be put in the middle. I didn't want to know what was ticking off the other. My mom, bless her has kept to this rule, my father has not. He is ticked because my mom will only talk to him through her attorney. I really don't blame her because everytime he would call he would start yelling at her. I never really understood why she just didn't hang up on him. But then she said that if she did she would get yelled at even more when he got home. My dad has the world snowballed into thinking that he is a good man and he was wronged by the divorce and that it wasn't his fault. Proof one, he had been cheating on my mom. When caught he said that he met up with her because he saw her at the store or some other ridiculous story. The lady that he is now married to has been divorced or widowed, I have no idea nor do I really care, is just as snowballed as the rest of the world. He likes to play the poor pitiful me my children hate me.  Damn straight we do. How can you love someone who loves you only on the condition that you do what he wants when he wants it done. For example, if we didn't mow the lawn his way he would yell at us. Who cared that it was done it just wasn't done his way. stupid stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway last Wednesday he calls me and starts out all nice and then he asks me to have mom give him a call. I told him that she wouldn't call him. He wanted me to ask anyway, so I did and of course she said no. He wanted me to call him back and give him the answer. Well I had chorale that night and didn't get home until late and I didn't want to call him. The next day I totally forgot about it. When I got home I had a message and he said, " Well I guess you are going to be playing the same games as your mother. I am not going to say anything else because I know that you will let your mother and he attorney listen to this so thanks for calling." what an ass. I called him and ripped into him right off. Give him a taste of his own medicine. I am after all his daughter. I layed into him for a good five minutes telling him what I really thought of him and this whole situation. I told him that I have asked on so many occations for him to not talk about the divorce or drag me in the middle. He can ask how mom is doing that is it, end of discussion. But he wakes up to a new day every freaking day. He got ticked because none of us kids dropped what we were doing when he had a "heart attack" in April. None of us knew about the fake attack until three days later. He didn't like the fact that I called him on it. His brother could have called he lives there, his new wife could have called or even his mother could have but nope he thought he could use that incident as leverage later. Idiot. Then he started in on Dustin and saying how he never calls him. Well no crap sherlock, why would he call someone who told him he was worthless, and he was a disappointment, and that he was no son of his. Oh and not a man. That broke the straw, I ripped into him like no other. I told him that if Dustin wasn't a man than why did he help a friend that was kicked out of her house with nothing but the clothes on her back? This &lt;em&gt;MAN&lt;/em&gt; went out and bought her a couple of outfits and made arrangements for a place for her to stay while her parents cooled off. He never asked for payment of the clothes. Nothing he helped out of the kindness of his heart. This MAN was 17 years old when he did this. I told my father that Dustin was more of a man then he will ever be. He said that he provided for his family. Yes he did but when he came home everyone dreaded it. Whenever he was home he was always, and I mean always yelling or angry. There were times when we feared our safety. Looking back now I am surpised at how lucky we actually were to get out of there alive and in one piece. He thought I had hung up on him and one time and I told him I wasn't even nearly done. I told him that I have had to get blessings from my home teachers or my bishop because I knew deep in my heart that he wasn't worthy to do that. I remember one time where I was just going to be meeting with my bishop and the second I walked into his office he said he had a strong feeling to give me a blessing. I am so happy that I have worthy priesthood leaders in my life that I can count on.  I pretty much told my dad that he was a worthless father who was never there when it really counted.  I know it was very harsh to say but it needed to be said. I have never slept so well in such a long time. I really needed to let him know how I felt. My mom thinks that I should probably talk to someone about everything. She thinks it will help me move on and know that the verbal abuse and emotional abuse was not my fault. I guess I will have to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-3876355891197947595?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/3876355891197947595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=3876355891197947595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/3876355891197947595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/3876355891197947595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-some-relief.html' title='Finally some relief'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-2320683857994034293</id><published>2009-01-13T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:04:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>O so someone asked me why I haven't been blogging lately. Well to tell you the truth I have been just so freaking busy I haven't had time. When I get home and check my e-mail I find other things to do instead of blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some updates on what has been happening since I last posted on Halloween. I am still at my job so that is a bonus. I had the day after Thanksgiving off so I was able to do some black friday shopping but I didn't start until after 11am. I new what I wanted and there were no spectacular deals to get my lazy bum out of bed before the sun came up. I was excited to have that day off because I haven't for the past three years. Medical workers don't get holidays off like the rest of the world. I also had the day after Christmas off so that was fun. I think I had fun just watching the crazy people shop and fight for things. For Christmas we went to my aunt and uncles house in Franktown as we do for all major holidays. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad stuff, as some of you might or might not know my grandma Steving, mom's mom, has alzhiemers. She was diagnosed shortly after B.J. and Amy got married in 2004. We have since put her in a nursing facility in Greeley. I have been lucky enough to work 5 short minutes from there so when I get a chance I go and visit her during my lunch hour. Most times when I go there she recognizes me but can't remember my name. That sucks but I totally understand. Well the Wednesday before Christmas I got off work early so I decided to go and see how she was doing. She had absolutely no clue who I was. I broke my heart. Normally I am sad when I leave but this particular visit hit me too hard.  I pretty much ran to my car and broke down. Good thing I didn't have to go back to work because my make-up was all smeary. I called my mom and told her. Let me just say that crying and driving is not safe so don't try it. Just like crying and trying to sing. It just isn't pretty.  My mom made me go with her that Saturday and she was much better. I just need to get used to the idea that there are going to be times when she has no clue. This is the disease she had said that she never wanted to get because you are essentially trapped in your own mind and can't communcate like you use to. I know by looking in her eyes that she is still in there and that she knows who I am and that I love her. I just hate seeing her like this. I just have faith that my Heavenly Father is with her. (whoo crying and typing not pretty either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been put on probation for a promotion at work. I was hired as a Administrative Assistant and have since been doing work as a Billing Specialist. So I am in a probation period. I was told that I couldn't complain and I had to be nice to the co-worker who gets on my nerves like no other. So far it has been two weeks and I have been nice. She has too so it makes it tons better. I have been having fun phone flirting with a guy that works out in the shop. He is a mechanic. Downside, he drinks, and today I found out he smokes. My co-worker told me that she wouldn't let me date him now because he smokes. She thinks that smoking turns to chewing tobacco. I think he does that sometimes too because when I go out there he has a mouthful of sunflower seeds. I never planned on dating him I was just passing boring time at work. Working on my flirting skills. I think I am getting a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided as a new years thing to not care what people think about me. I am going to do my best to do what I want for myself and to make me feel better. 2009 feeling more comfortable in my own skin. Screw what everyone else thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this is a good update for you. I will try to blog more often but I really can't promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget, on Saturday I went to my B.J.'s house to give him a CD for his computer and Zoey was watching country music videos, (she learned a song that swears so no more top 40 for her) well she was watching a Dierks Bentley one and I asked of she was watching a cute guy and her response was no...hot. That made me laugh. She sure is going to give B.J. a run for his money when she gets older that is for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-2320683857994034293?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/2320683857994034293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=2320683857994034293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/2320683857994034293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/2320683857994034293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-5705548669452993338</id><published>2008-10-31T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:34:03.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow! Wait BULL!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I am driving to work yesterday minding my own business jammin to the tunes coming out of the speakers when I come up over a hill and come face to face with not just a cow but a big freakin BULL! I had to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting the massive animal. I tried to slowly go around it but he put his head down and looked like he was going to charge. A bull fighter I am not but I have the brains enough to stay still. By this time there were more cars back behind me and in front of me. Even one idiot got out of his car to try to shoo it back to the field. Yeah like that is going to work. He lived only because someone else distracted the bull so he could get back into his car. By this time I was getting annoyed. Where was the bulls owner? I have to get to work. We tried honking horns but that just seemed to piss it off. Some other idiot tried yelling at it, pissing it off more. Finally after what seemed like hours a state patrol officer came to the scene. Again he tried shooing, honking and yelling. aparently if any of those worked we wouldn't be in this situation. After twenty more minutes of that stupidity someone with a tranq gun shot it and down went mister bull. Oh it took a couple of shots but it finally went down. Let me just say that I now have to find yet another way to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-5705548669452993338?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/5705548669452993338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=5705548669452993338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/5705548669452993338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/5705548669452993338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-cow-wait-bull.html' title='Holy Cow! Wait BULL!!!!'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-6917853646350170017</id><published>2008-10-14T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:26:39.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>Holy cow this weekend was crazy. I took Friday off because I knew that my mom couldn't cook all the food for the rehearsal dinner by herself. We got up kinda early and went shopping for the supplies that were needed for the food. When we got home we decided what to do first. My mom said that she would make the buttermilk brownies and I would make the salad, potatoe casserole and my aunt who came to help would make the BBQ sauce and squash casserole. Ok stop right there. How did we get stuck making more of the food while she just made the brownies? She claims that she is the better baker. Ok whatever. My salad was freaking awesome. Cranberries, blue cheese, walnuts, apples, lettuce, onions, and tons of other yummy goodness. The potato casserole was good too. I also make the pulled pork. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal went well, Casey and Megan both looked a little nervous but not so much. Zoey did really good too. Which we were all amazed. The dinner was a success. When we all got there Megan gave everyone a schedule. She had everything and I mean everything planned down to the gnats behind. 10 hair 1pm makeup 2:30pm wedding party at church getting ready. It was funny. Until she gave me one and told me when I had to be there. I am not part of the wedding party but she said I had to be there for family pictures. Joy&lt;br /&gt;The actual wedding day we got up early aain because we were meeting Amy to get out nails done and then our hair. When we were finished with that we had about two hours to spare. We went home got dressed and headed to the church. Talk about chaos. The room where Megan and her bridesmaids were dressing was tiny, the room where the guys got dressed was huge. How messed up is that? Messed up I tell you. I helped amy get Zoey dressed in her flower girl dress and she looked so freaking cute.&lt;br /&gt;When the ceremony finally started everyone came down the aisle and when it was Zoey's turn she was supposed to be throwing rose petals down after Taylor but she was picking them up and putting them in her basket. Amy finally told her to go find her daddy, one of the groomsman, she made her way down and walked around the piles of petals, careful not to step on any of them. She did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;At the reception things got crazy, beer was flowing and people were getting three sheets to the wind. One of the things that I learned is that Dustin is a funny drunk. He was dirty dancing with Amy and it was funny. We got pictures. Oh and he was flirting with me. I had to smack him for that and tell him that was just wrong. Of course the next day he remembered nothing. It was funny. They had a dollar dance and one of Megan's uncles wanted to dance with Casey. Cracked me up. When it was my turn it was nice. I am proud of Casey for taking this step and legalizing everything. They had been living together for the past two or so years.&lt;br /&gt;When Darren asked when they were going to have kids Casey's response was,&lt;br /&gt;" I got that beep tied." It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;All in all the wedding and stuff was good and we all had fun.&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday I woke up around 10:30am and we decided not to go to church. So I ate breakfast and checked e-mail and then went back to my room. I slept off and on for either 30 minutes to an hour at a time. Then between 4-6 I was out. I got up long enouhg to shower and to eat then I was back in bed and fell asleep for the night around 9pm. I guess that I needed the sleep. Hopefully the next wedding is mine. Gotta find the guy first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-6917853646350170017?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/6917853646350170017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=6917853646350170017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/6917853646350170017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/6917853646350170017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/10/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-6893740746423139407</id><published>2008-10-07T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:56:52.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say what?</title><content type='html'>So on Sunday when my mom and I got back from visiting my g-ma our neighbor asked us if she could ask a question. Sure. She asked if I was the one that played the piano. I said yes. She said I played beautifully. HUH? I politely said thanks. She then asked if I taught piano lessons. I replied no but I know someone on the block that does. We went into the house when I turned to my mom and asked, "I wonder what I was playing that day." She had no idea. The only time I play is when no one is home because lets face it a piano is not a quiet instrument. Since it has been nice in the evenings we have been opening up the back and front doors to get a breeze and to air out the house after being closed up all day. So that is probably when she heard me. Later that night I was telling my brother about it and he said you were probably playing something you have been playing for years and years. Dork. But a possibility. It was just funny. I guess I should practice more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Starbucks has the best signature hot chocolate. I tried the salted caramel hot chocolate. Sounds gross but it is delicious. It is a blend of 4 chocolates from Europe. Holy cow is it to die for. Everyone should go out and try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-6893740746423139407?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/6893740746423139407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=6893740746423139407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/6893740746423139407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/6893740746423139407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-what.html' title='say what?'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-3830209241631231484</id><published>2008-10-05T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:17:39.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>Ok so Casey's wedding is this coming Saturday. I finally found my dress this past Friday. Yeah I know, way to wait til the last possible minute. I just haven't been all that excited about it. I am happy for them but not thrilled to go to yet another wedding single. I think the hardest thing about finding a dress is because this is the first wedding that I have been to that I haven't been part of the wedding party.  So I had to set out to find a dress. Normally I would just find a dress that was nice and could wear to church or work or something. But oh no this wedding is kinda formal. Great another dress to add to the bunch that can't be worn again unless it is a halloween costume. Well I got online and was looking for dresses at the beginning of the summer and had the hardest time finding one that was modest. I either ran into sleeveless, no sleeves, too short, too freaking whore looking or just plain ugly. So I decided to wait until the fall clothes came out. Again same freaking problem. So then I found these really cool pants that look like a dress when I am standing. I just needed to find a top. Well when I went to go get the pants and top I found a gorgeous skirt, black with see through black material, twirlly and a top that is brown with cream and black designs. Now why would I wear that to the wedding? Well I will tell you. Her colors are Apple red and chocolate. I look pretty darn awesome in it. Plus I got some really pretty 1928 jewelry to match. Now I just need to find the perfect shoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-3830209241631231484?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/3830209241631231484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=3830209241631231484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/3830209241631231484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/3830209241631231484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/10/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-3730845093949701679</id><published>2008-09-27T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:17:34.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What what</title><content type='html'>So I think that I should update on here more but lately I have been just too tired to do anything. With the end of the month creeping up I have had to help with the month end billing at work. I was hired as a freaking admin not I have moved to billing and such. Holy cow. Plus I have been given tons more stuff to do and be responsible for. I guess that is good considering I would be bored out of my ever loving mind if I didn't have anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey's wedding is creeping up on us too fast. Last weekend we had the bridal shower. It was good but I am glad that it is over. Emily, Megan's sister was suppose to help but she actually did nothing. She said she would help decorate along with the other bridesmaids but didn't. She tried to take credit for the whole thing but Amy being Amy didn't let her. It was really funny. They were supposed to help clean up but they were too busy talking about Emily's party that was going on later that night. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a hard time finding a dress for the wedding. It is really formal like. I hate it. All the other weddings I have been to I have been in the wedding party and I haven't had to worry about finding a dress. This time around I am just a guest. Which is good to a point is a good thing. So today mom and I went shopping to try and find something. I have decided to go with these awesome pants that look like I am wearing a dress. Then I am going to find a cute top to go with it. I have had the hardest time finding a modest dress. They are either too short or don't have sleeves. If I wanted to look like a hooker at my brothers wedding then I would maybe go for something like that but since the bridemaids have that covered I decided against it. If I was in highschool and trying to find a dress for homecoming I would be screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorale is good. I am having a better year since I am singing first soprano again. I hated last year with a passion. I felt like a caged bird wasn't ever let out to fly. This year I am back in the sky flying high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-3730845093949701679?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/3730845093949701679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=3730845093949701679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/3730845093949701679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/3730845093949701679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-what.html' title='What what'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-5587145593913575927</id><published>2008-09-02T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:17:05.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness for the websites that allow you to look up lyrics to songs that you can't quite understand the words. My recent one is When I grow up from the Pussycat Dolls. Here are the lyrics in question. Then I will let you know what I thought they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a star&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have  groupies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a star&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have &lt;em&gt;boobies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that is what I heard. I always laughed when I heard this part of the song.  Again thank goodness for the sites that have the correct lyrics. I should send it in to Leno and give him a laugh or maybe Ellen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-5587145593913575927?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/5587145593913575927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=5587145593913575927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/5587145593913575927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/5587145593913575927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-goodness.html' title='Thank goodness'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-3582112223282186077</id><published>2008-08-02T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:33:49.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>job status, am I insane, and Larimer County Fair</title><content type='html'>So I am no longer at my CNA job. I resigned, I had had enough of the stuff. It was a stupid thing to do when I didn't have a job lined up but it was a mutual separation. I hate nursing. Good if I need it but bad if you are working in that field. So right now I am working at a temp job for the next three -four weeks. It is in Greeley. It is ok but I get bored alot. I told them that I wanted to stay busy. Otherwise the day drags on forever and ever. During my lunch hour, yes I have an hour for lunch. I have no idea of anything around there. I do however know how to get to Target so for two of the three days last week I hung out there. Anywho, the third week in August my mom and I are going to Provo for education week on BYU campus. It will be great. Good thing everything was paid for before this job crisis.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I volunteered to help a fellow non-parent watch 6 kids all under the age of 5. Insane? Maybe if I was doing it alone but I will have help so that is good.&lt;br /&gt;Today we took Zoey to the Larimer County Fair. We went through the livestock and other animal places. She made all the sounds of they make it was just too freaking cute. We went to the petting zoo that they had and she clung to my sis-in-law so tight. They had a camel. When we were first in there it was laying down. Then all of the sudden it got up and came after my sis-in-law. We booked it out of there. The sign says no running and Amy said we didn't run we sprinted. No rule against that. At the Livestock Pavillion there was htis monster white cow. Now I know that they are big animals but this one was giant. It was laying down so it could be even bigger. Gives a whole new meaning to Holy Cow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-3582112223282186077?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/3582112223282186077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=3582112223282186077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/3582112223282186077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/3582112223282186077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/08/job-status-am-i-insane-and-larimer.html' title='job status, am I insane, and Larimer County Fair'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-8033610133411759564</id><published>2008-07-25T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:58:37.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XBXrZ3htwYM/SIpLBcMDnnI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nllr6Wz-mAI/s1600-h/100_1185_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227072805635595890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XBXrZ3htwYM/SIpLBcMDnnI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nllr6Wz-mAI/s200/100_1185_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XBXrZ3htwYM/SIpK4dFL_5I/AAAAAAAAABo/KXaHj__mqDY/s1600-h/100_1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227072651256397714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XBXrZ3htwYM/SIpK4dFL_5I/AAAAAAAAABo/KXaHj__mqDY/s200/100_1146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy crap was this concert freaking awesome. I thought I was going to have to work that day but then other stuff happened and I didn't have to. Anyway, we did our regular Saturday stuff and then when the time came to get ready to leave I felt like I was going to throw up from excitement. Don't care if you think I am weird. When we got there we had to pay $20 for parking. Crazy I tell you. We only had to stand in line for less then 20 minutes. Oh took my mom with. Once we got inside we headed towards our seats. I thought that they were going to be further back. Nope we were 7-8 rows from the stage and less then 10 feet from the speakers. I hardly had to use my zoom on my camera to get good pictures. During the opening act&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I went and got my souvenir stuff. I got a bag and a book. When the concert started it was getting dark. During one of the songs they sprayed the audience with foam. It was nuts. My mom and I got foamed good. Wre had so much fun. It made me not worry about my job. I had forgotten how loud pre-teens and teen girls can scream. I mean I knew they could but I had forgotten the high pitch of it.  All in all we had a blast and suffered temporary deafness for two days and a couple of having our ears ring. Let me just say that church hurt from people talking loud or what sounded loud to me.&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/7004071049939260842-8033610133411759564?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/8033610133411759564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=8033610133411759564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/8033610133411759564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/8033610133411759564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/07/jonas-brothers-concert.html' title='Jonas Brothers Concert'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XBXrZ3htwYM/SIpLBcMDnnI/AAAAAAAAABw/Nllr6Wz-mAI/s72-c/100_1185_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-952718102112194129</id><published>2008-07-25T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:17:45.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life just plain sucks</title><content type='html'>So this last week I was suspended from work and then let go. I hated my job and was furiously looking for something else. But then I get this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kicking&lt;/span&gt; the pants and now I am unemployed and annoyed with life. Upside of the suspension was that I didn't have to work on Saturday before my Jonas Brothers concert. I will tell you all about that in another post. Onto other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suckiness&lt;/span&gt; of my life. I am having my records moved to my family ward at the end of August. I like the ward I am in but I am just not getting what I need out of it. I have out grown the ward. Not very many people my age anymore. They have either moved out of the ward or have gotten married. I wish that was why I was moving but then there is the whole no one my age thing. There is one lady there that has a cow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I visit. She asks if I am going to sing a solo. Nope just visiting. So now I need to prepare something for when I do go back. I thought long and hard about it so it is something that feels right.  Also with being unemployed I believe I have lost around 8 pounds. Good thing but not a good way. I usually only be eating dinner, or I would eat just breakfast or just a snack here and there. Not healthy.  I really hate life right now. My dad is being his usual jerky self. Not caring about anything. He doesn't care that he lost his eternal family. His  children can't stand him and he will not get to know his grand-daughter or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; grandchildren that come along. His loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-952718102112194129?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/952718102112194129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=952718102112194129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/952718102112194129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/952718102112194129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-just-plain-sucks.html' title='Life just plain sucks'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-6700947139485917471</id><published>2008-07-02T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:52:43.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking</title><content type='html'>So this afternoon Dustin gets home from work and slams the door to his room so hard that the walls shake. I thought pictures were going to come off. Boy is he lucky that they didn't. Well I decided to see what was wrong, you know being the sister that I am I knocked on his door and he had a crappy day at work because one of his co-workers did absolutely nothing. Today was his last day before his vacation so Dustin said that it was pointless for him to come in because Dustin had to do all his work. Pain in the bum. So then he went outside and worked on his dirt bike because him and the other two bros are going riding over the holiday and he just got some stuff in the mail today to put on. Well then he handed me his keys to his truck and had me back it up so he could load up his bike. He trusts me to back it up. It is a huge truck. I am used to my car lower to the ground not as big. Don't have to jump to get in. Well I did it. When I handed him the keys his comment was, "It is ok but you park like a crooked  lawyer." Brat. I can back up my car straight no problem. It's just that I was nervous. I mean that was the first time he handed me the keys to move it and it is HUGE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-6700947139485917471?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/6700947139485917471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=6700947139485917471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/6700947139485917471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/6700947139485917471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/07/parking.html' title='Parking'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-1839133017203522735</id><published>2008-06-27T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:25:57.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest movie ever</title><content type='html'>So today my mom and I decided to go to a movie. We went and saw Wall-e. Totally cute and totally funny. There really wasn't a whole lot of talking but the robots were funny with the actions and stuff. I highly recommend it to everyone of all ages. I think this is my new favorite Pixar movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am almost finished with my short stories and about to send them off to a friend who is a writer to see if they are any good to get published. Here is keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my brakes checked on my car. They are squeaking like no other and grinding. When I made the appointment they asked if I could be there at 8am. Are you nuts!! 8am on a Saturday morning. I had to settle for 9am. Still a little early on a day off but my safety is in question. And no comments from those who have driven with me. You are all still alive and got to your destination in one piece. Dustin said that if he had time to change them he would but since he has a four day week and is going dirt biking over the holiday with my other two bros he said he didn't. I would much rather pay him to do work on my car then someone else. He is licensed to do so. Plus I trust him a whole lot more. But I guess I will have to see what they tell me tomorrow. They might have to fix the problem free of charge since there is a warranty in effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pre-ordered my Jonas Brothers CD that comes out in August. Again I don't really care if you don't like them. I do so that is what matters. I am also going to their concert in July with my mom because she kinda likes them too but won't really come right out and say it. I am a Disney Channel freak and proud of it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-1839133017203522735?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/1839133017203522735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=1839133017203522735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/1839133017203522735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/1839133017203522735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/06/cutest-movie-ever.html' title='Cutest movie ever'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-741774289824402581</id><published>2008-06-16T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:39:53.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute</title><content type='html'>So we had everyone over for Father's day yesterday. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; got her second wind at 8pm. She was nuts. I asked her what kind of kiddie crack she was on and she looked at me seriously for a second and then just burst out laughing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; running around in circles. Holy cow to have that kind of energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-741774289824402581?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/741774289824402581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=741774289824402581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/741774289824402581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/741774289824402581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-cute.html' title='Too cute'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-53197413795382723</id><published>2008-06-16T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:32:48.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today sucked beyond measure. Granted there were four CNA's today and I only had 9 residents to care for but they were exhausting let me tell you. One went into anothers' room and stole a hat last week and we have been trying to get it from her for about a week. Not an easy task when the freaking thing is never off her head. So after lunch we did a distract and take off and run. If I would have know about this plan beforehand then I would have been a little more prepared for it. While one of the aids was walking past she took it off and handed it off to me and told me to run. OK. So we spent the rest of the afternoon being called whores and then sons of a whore. Her vocabulary is limited to swear words. She was raised in the country where it was OK to spit on the floor, stay dirty, be rude and disgusting. She came out of her room leaving a toilet paper trail and then started ripping things off the wall. Within 10 minutes she made the biggest mess know to man. It looked like the Tasmanian devil came through. So now I am so exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-53197413795382723?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/53197413795382723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=53197413795382723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/53197413795382723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/53197413795382723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/06/ugh.html' title='UGH!!!!'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-4186222549509224486</id><published>2008-06-14T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:03:11.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeps and Creepy old men</title><content type='html'>Ugh so I have decided to change how I dress. I have bought a bunch of button down shirts and cute Capri's to go with them. I have cute jewelry to go too. Well at church I had more guys look at my chest before they met my eyes. Have they never seen a B before? Geez. It is not like they are just hanging out there. The tops are not low cut because I have to keep the G's covered but dang it. Wanna get struck by lightening? Well anyway today I went to Wal-mart and had a creepy dirty old man check me out. Yes checked me out. I had been staring at me as I walked towards him and then as I passed him I looked behind me and he was still looking at me. Now some might say that he thought maybe he knew me but he had that dirty lear look. I know this look well because my dad's dad had that same look when we lived with them for a month. All I have to say is that my girls will only be seen by me and the man I marry. And on the occasion my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the creeps. There is a guy that I have known forever and know a few of his secrets that he keeps hidden from people. Well he keeps trying to add me as a friend on facebook and I have politely declined and still he persues. Now he is sending me stupid little messages like, "Howdy, just wanted to send you a smile and say hi." Creep. I didn't like you when I was younger and you were dating my friend I sure don't like you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I found a cd that I wanted that really isn't supposed to be out in stores until Tuesday. Wal-Mart screws up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-4186222549509224486?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/4186222549509224486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=4186222549509224486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/4186222549509224486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/4186222549509224486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/06/creeps-and-creepy-old-men.html' title='Creeps and Creepy old men'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-1372406270588006837</id><published>2008-06-09T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:53:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know your mom is still sleeping when...</title><content type='html'>So this morning I told my mom goodbye because I was going to work and told her that I was expecting a package from either DHL or Fed Ex. She asked what was in the package I told her it was my tickets. Her response was this. "Since when do they send speeding tickets by Fed EX or DHL?" I had to walk away. I just left a note on the door saying to leave the package inside the screen. I guess she gets the same kind of stupid answers from me when I am still sleeping. Goofball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-1372406270588006837?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/1372406270588006837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=1372406270588006837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/1372406270588006837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/1372406270588006837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-your-mom-is-still-sleeping.html' title='You know your mom is still sleeping when...'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-2860668055010411500</id><published>2008-06-07T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:34:58.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy issues</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows by now my parents are divorced and have been for almost a year. Well I get a call from my father on Wednesday telling me that him and Marion are getting married that day. My first thought was big whoopty do. I don't care. My second thought was that I am not calling him back because I don't want to. What right does he have getting re-married and being happy when he could have stayed happy with my mom if he didn't cheat on her? I am really glad that he is living in Alamosa because that way he has to come see us if he wants to. He is still ticked off that Dustin won't return his calls. What do you expect when you tell him that he is a disappointment and worthless. Of course he is not going to return your calls. Then he is ticked because Casey won't allow you to come to his wedding with his new wife. He can come if he is alone and leaves her home but otherwise he is uninvited. This way makes it so everyone isn't even more uncomfortable. B.J. only talks to him because he feels he should. He is too kindhearted for his own good but it is a good quality to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue is that he asked me a while back if I would come to the sealing of their marriage. WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course I won't because A.) when your temple sealing cancellation to mom is cancelled I am no longer sealed to you for eternity. You are just my earthly father and when you die that will be it for us. B.) I know all  your dirty little secrets. C.) I don't want to feel dirty in the temple when it is clean and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a long way to go before I have my daddy issues figured out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-2860668055010411500?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/2860668055010411500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=2860668055010411500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/2860668055010411500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/2860668055010411500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/06/daddy-issues.html' title='Daddy issues'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-5013512000286358952</id><published>2008-06-07T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:26:13.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money</title><content type='html'>I should not be allowed to have an exhorbant amount of money at my disposal. I mean all my bills are payed, tithing taken out,  some put in my rainy day account/savings. So what do I do with what is left? Well so far I have bought clothes, concert tickets, Cd's, jewelry, and books. But my second biggest purchase after the concert tickets was an out of print CD. Yup on eBay the CD was selling for $299.00. Now don't freak out I didn't buy that one. I got one from amazon.com for $150.00. I tried everywhere to get it. I tried the used CD store in Fort Collins but they didn't have it. I got one other out of print CD there before so that was one of the first places I checked.  I still have tons left. Holy poopy-do what am I going to do. I have also taken my mom out to dinner twice at nice places.  All I know is that I would suck at being wealthy. But then I would donate to charities and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-5013512000286358952?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/5013512000286358952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=5013512000286358952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/5013512000286358952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/5013512000286358952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/06/money-money-money.html' title='Money, money, money'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-8348767858225297068</id><published>2008-06-06T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:38:31.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy cow where is the freaking autofill button/I need a nerd</title><content type='html'>So I decided to purchase an iPod shuffle to have when I go to Provo in August. Today I put all the music from my Cd's that I wanted on it and then the directions told me to click the auto fill button. Looked all over for the stupid thing and couldn't find it. Dustin got home so I asked him and he had no clue because he has an mp3 player and used a different program. (Windows media) So then I finally decided to click the help button and it gave me the manual for my iPod. Can I just say stupid button!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-8348767858225297068?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/8348767858225297068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=8348767858225297068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/8348767858225297068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/8348767858225297068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-cow-where-is-freaking-autofill.html' title='Holy cow where is the freaking autofill button/I need a nerd'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7004071049939260842.post-764778704355653809</id><published>2008-06-04T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:35:35.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn the freak off</title><content type='html'>So today has been a jam packed day. First thing this morning I got online and noticed that I won my Jonas Brothers tickets on eBay. (I don't care if you don't like them I do so there!) Then I had a phone interview with the Hospice of Larimer County for a receptionist job. Then I spent twenty minutes paying bills because they have to be paid or I have no phone or Internet or TV for that matter. Well after all that was done I decided to go shopping. I needed new summer clothes because, A.) My others are too big. and B.) the others are too big. So my first stop was Wal-Mart because I needed some essentials plus I found some really cute Capri's and tops. Next stop, Old Navy, didn't really find anything there. So I went to a different store and found these really awesome Capri's and a gorgeous top. Next stop Best Buy. Had to get a couple of Cd's. Disney mania 4 and Aly and AJ (again don't care of you don't like them) Next stop Claire's Boutique. I got some cute earrings and bangle bracelets, and necklaces to go with my new outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain the topic of my post I bought a spin toothbrush. Well when I got home I took it out of the package and turned it on to make sure it worked. Well it works all right. The freaking thing will not turn off. My mom told me to take the battery out. Stupid thing isn't one that you can replace the battery. I tried for a good 10 minutes. I gave up and through it in my sock drawer. Could still hear it. My mom laughed at me and said that if she didn't know that I was a good girl she would think I had something else in there going off. (dork) She told me to take it back. How the heck am I supposed to take it back when the thing won't turn off? So I took it out to the garage where hopefully the battery will die and then I can return it. All in all this morning and early afternoon was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7004071049939260842-764778704355653809?l=apriljanellehart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/feeds/764778704355653809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7004071049939260842&amp;postID=764778704355653809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/764778704355653809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7004071049939260842/posts/default/764778704355653809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apriljanellehart.blogspot.com/2008/06/turn-freak-off.html' title='Turn the freak off'/><author><name>apriljanellehart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883580858537176161</uri><email>singingprilly@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15109201357092356457'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>