<?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-270957412962948131</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:46:04.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That JUST Happened!</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings from a work at home mom of two teenagers who rarely ventures beyond the confines of her small home office.  The things I see out my window, however, are compelling and often ridiculous.  This is my story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-woisme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/270957412962948131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-woisme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nzUfNg0fPtY/SAzXzuLkeBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IXAWhq9rTy8/S220/Bob+and+Jenn+Formal+Night.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-270957412962948131.post-4186633610566249575</id><published>2010-07-02T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:55:26.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are The People In Your Neighborhood?</title><content type='html'>So of course now that I decide to write about what's happening, NOTHING HAPPENS.&amp;nbsp; The days just blend one into another here on Wupper's Mountain.&amp;nbsp; We're heading into a holiday weekend so I'm guessing the neighbors have exited to points hither and yon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lora next door said the neighbors were thinking of having a block party for the 4th and if we were around, they'd love to see us.&amp;nbsp; Yea, right...and monkeys might fly out of my butt (stolen, but always a fun line).&amp;nbsp; The neighbors haven't welcomed us since the day we bought this&amp;nbsp;money pit.&amp;nbsp; Not that I am sorry about that.&amp;nbsp; They're not really people we would socialize with anyway.&amp;nbsp; Just not our types.&amp;nbsp; They are, however, creatures of habit and watching them has become a new past time of mine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, man across the street rides his bike to and from work every day.&amp;nbsp; Way to go green buddy!&amp;nbsp; Nice touch!&amp;nbsp; He comes home for lunch and rides up PRECISELY at 12:12 p.m. every single day.&amp;nbsp; It's uncanny.&amp;nbsp; When I see him I automatically look at my computer clock and it's right on the money.&amp;nbsp; I wonder how he does it.&amp;nbsp; He must watch the clock at work at leave on the stroke of 12 o'clock.&amp;nbsp; Which then leads me to believe that he hates his job so much that he watches the clock intently and can't wait to get out of that joint.&amp;nbsp; I've never figured out what he does for a living.&amp;nbsp; It's a relatively new job for him though.&amp;nbsp; He used to stay home and help the wife with her home soap and lotion business, but I think times got tough and he had to go get a real job.&amp;nbsp; One day I hope to find out what he does, just to fill in the missing pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's installment: Next door neighbor: Single dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/270957412962948131-4186633610566249575?l=j-woisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-woisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4186633610566249575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=270957412962948131&amp;postID=4186633610566249575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/270957412962948131/posts/default/4186633610566249575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/270957412962948131/posts/default/4186633610566249575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-woisme.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-are-people-in-your-neighborhood.html' title='Who Are The People In Your Neighborhood?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nzUfNg0fPtY/SAzXzuLkeBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IXAWhq9rTy8/S220/Bob+and+Jenn+Formal+Night.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-270957412962948131.post-873350199915295352</id><published>2010-06-28T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T07:41:27.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to try this one more time.&amp;nbsp; I'm so bad at keeping up with blogging, mostly because I don't find my life all that interesting to LIVE, let alone to write it all down.&amp;nbsp; But things are changing around here and I figure it's probably time to start putting in to words how I feel about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let's see what's happening out the window, as that will be a big part of this.&amp;nbsp; Some crazy stuff happens on my streeet from time to time and I usually catch it all just sitting here at my desk.&amp;nbsp; Right now ol Kingswood Court is pretty quiet.&amp;nbsp; But that'll change in no time.&amp;nbsp; It always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began stripping the wallpaper in the master bath yesterday and most of it's gone.&amp;nbsp; I'll get the rest off today.&amp;nbsp; Bob and the boys, along with my mom, have decided that redoing the master bath will be my birthday present.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE IT!&amp;nbsp; New floor, new paint, and hopefully a new shower stall will breathe new life into an otherwise butt ugly bath.&amp;nbsp; I wish we could get new countertops, but the old ones will have to suffice for now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was winding this down, I looked up to find a black cat with a swayed back walk right in front of my window.&amp;nbsp; This cannot be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/270957412962948131-873350199915295352?l=j-woisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j-woisme.blogspot.com/feeds/873350199915295352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=270957412962948131&amp;postID=873350199915295352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/270957412962948131/posts/default/873350199915295352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/270957412962948131/posts/default/873350199915295352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j-woisme.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nzUfNg0fPtY/SAzXzuLkeBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IXAWhq9rTy8/S220/Bob+and+Jenn+Formal+Night.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
